Aulfr watched her leave, not entirely sure what to say or do. He didn't let that show, of course, but it was still a conundrum that he didn't like. At least Aleksandra knew what she did wrong. And, frankly, he disagreed with part of her statement, but he'll remedy that later. 

Either way, he was left rather abruptly alone in the room. He rocked back and forth on his heels, not having anything to do for the time being. The assassins-in-training were dismissed, his soldiers were dismissed, he didn't want to retreat to his room like usual, in case Aleksandra had taken refuge there.

Well, shite.

[center]SOME TIME LAAAATER![/center]

Aulfr stalked down the hallways, searching for... Ah! Yes!

Retrieving one of the black keys from his belt, he inserted it into the thick ironwood door's lock. Loud thunks signalled its lock state, and he pushed the heavy open door open with shoulder and arm.

Having entered the room, he glanced around, his mood sombering up. It was somber to begin with, but this...

This was all his mother's old stuff. 

He sat on his mother's favorite armchair, and stared at the wall opposite.

It was a dark wall.

Barely any light spilled into the room. 

But it was enough.

So he sat, and thought. He thought about his course so far, his planned course in the future. He thought about his former family- his father isn't really his father anymore, after all. His mother is gone. 

What would his mother have done?

The sad part was, he didn't remember enough of his mother to know the answer to that.