The room was a nice one. With nice stained elmwood furniture decorated with the odd red pillow and drape. Claus had shortly after his meeting with the rulers of the castle just decided to retreat in silence and try to find a room.

He had ordered some servant to just show him the room that had been prepared for him, while the servant was confused since no room had been prepared Claus had simply just feigned anger and the servant just guessed that he was supposed to have a room.
Luckily Grandin and Cathryn Tuania had lost interest in the mercenary captain when the truth of the battle had emerged, when they learned that Claus had acquired a room they reasoned that he after all deserved a room and some rest.

His room also had a rather broad bed with fresh bedding material, Claus in truth didn't even care that there was bedding material in it at all. The fact it was a bed that he could collapse in was more than enough for the weary captain and he had done so after barely dressing down to his gambeson, a few pieces of his armour still on, but none of the bigger more uncomfortable ones.
The expensive suit of armour, now scattered over the floor and the red carpet like the clothes of lovers preparing for a wild night.

He had slept for the better part of a day when he first awoke, only then did he dress down to his actual braies and tunic, got a servant to bring him a hefty meal before sending a verbal note for his men to take into inns in the town of Wellstone, the company would pay.
Following that he returned to bed, slept another full night before getting back to being a normal person.

His sleep filled with scenes from battles, elephants made from dark mist with glowing red eyes, charging towards him. Elves in armour and cloth fighting each other and his men. All within a burning fungi forest.
He didn't know, but he had gotten a fever after the march. Luckily for Claus he being a staunch individual he managed to fend it off rather easily.
He awoke with a wet rag on his forehead, snapping up into a seat and wildly panting and gaining his bearings, the rag flung onto his lap.
Claus didn't normally suffer from nightmares, but when he did they were grim and filled with monstrous beings and horrid battles mashed together with events from his past.

He located a glass of water nearby, which he gulped down most of before drenching his face and kneading his eyes.
-"I hate bad dreams." Claus spoke, to none in particular. He figured he was trying to pamper himself or something, it didn't work.
He got up and walked around the room, his armour was oiled and assembled on a stand. He admitted, he'd always want servants for himself. It made life so much simpler.
He picked up his helmet, it was visible the servants had a hard time trying to assemble the helmet, the visor had been bent and had a large dent in it with a slight gash from the spear throw it had suffered. It gave the whole helm a bit of a slackjaw feeling.

As he tilted the helmet and inspected it Claus noted his reflection in it again, the bruise had gotten a lot better. There was a proper mirror in the room which Claus used to inspect his face, as he grimaced and ran his fingers across his swollen cheek as he accidentally touched his largest scar he began to follow it instead, going up over the nose and towards his eye.

His fixated trance was violently interrupted when someone knocked on the door and slowly entered.

-"Oh, you are awake sir?" A servant carrying a tray with some simple cleaning utensils and a jug.
Claus didn't stare too long at him like an idiot, his face quickly adorned with the telltale smirk of his as he said.
-"No simple bruise will keep me down, after all i am a mighty mercenary captain!" The last part he put his right foot on top of a leg rest and made an obvious mocking of himself.
-"Oh, there is a letter for you sir." The servant informed as he took forth the sealed scroll and handed it over. Claus took it and motioned on his bruise as he read the letter, the servant began treating it while Claus read.

It was an important letter he could tell, the stamp the wax and the papers quality, just the fact that it was paper told this as well.
He read it letter by letter. Being of a more common background, he wasn't used to the fancy letters of lords with their swanky lines.
-"Patrick De Reimer ey?" Claus exclaimed with a smile.
-"News travel fast in Formaroth it seems, one could almost believe he was spying on me." Claus mockingly kept going, he stepped down from his pose and sat down in the red voluminous armchair.
-"Who am i kidding kid, of course he is spying on me. He's not stupid. Stupid rich people don't tend to stay rich for long, they either get poor or dead rather soon. Seeing he's still around means he's a clever one." Claus haphazardly schooled the servant who was busy wadding his forehead.
-"Of course sir." He said.
Claus realized what he was doing and made a humoured smirk before adding.
-"You however probably know this?" He was met with a nod.
-"Then i'd like to meet the lord and possibly his wife, i have a meeting to attend!" Claus stood up and proclaimed as he pointed towards the ceiling.
-"And whom might you be seeing? So i can inform my lord Tuania?" The servant professionally held back his frustration after being interrupted for the third time in a row.
-"Andrew... Manshrew." Claus added a dramatic pause while pointing, the notion was lost upon the servant whom happily bowed and left.

He had underestimated that pompous desert dweller during the meeting in Nyhem, his nice garb and pleasant attitude. Devious bastard Claus thought. He however didn't hold him in contempt, after all, he had bested him in an aspect of combat, that on its own merited respect. Claus contemplated his feelings about Andrew while dressing in some more proper clothes before leaving the room.

The hallways were nicely decorated, with tapestries and drapes and a nice long carpet in most of the corridors. A lot of black and white. The house crest with the white wolf could be seen here and there.
Claus was enjoying himself for a while, momentarily before being starkly reminded of reality when he spotted Orland Tuania.
Orland visibly jumped a bit when realising that Claus was closing in on him in the corridor, however Claus smiled and closed in with a nice gait which made Orland stay and listen.
-"Sir Orland, i have something i want to tell you." Claus told in a most kind and warm voice. Almost pleasant.
-"Oh, and what is that?" Orland was surprised and smiled nervously, as he watched Claus stop about half a metre away from him.
Claus just stood there, with a slight smile and looked at Orland... before he grimaced a violent scowl and with most of his might rammed his knee in between Orlands legs so he began to topple.
Claus however grabbed him by the shoulders and forced him to face him, the scowl distorted and Claus grunted before head butting him so hard that Orland was instantly knocked out and Claus lost his bearings a short while.
-"That... was... so REFRESHING!!!" Claus roared out as Orland half consciously winced on the floor. A young boy, probably just past ten in fine clothes rushed to the fallen man and screamed out.
-"Brother!?" He fell to his knees next to the anguished young man on the floor.
Claus stopped, turned around and dug forth a silver coin which he tossed to the boy.
-"That should cover any medical expense, i am 'so sorry'" He mocked and walked off.

He needed to see his men, yesterday... but now would have to do.