As the two walked out of the door, Harol sat on the one bed in the room. His staff made another very audible series of clinks as the rings slid to their new position on the decorated head of the staff. "It's been quite the day..." Harol muttered to himself as he leaned the staff against his shoulder and reached for his lantern again. At last he had the chance to lighten up this load for a moment. Once the lantern, staff and several scrolls had been arranged into a neat pile between the bed and a closet, somewhere where it would not be in the way of the bed Noddy and Freya were fetching, Harol opened his grimoire. Every wizard had to be sure they remembered their incantations correctly.

But he did not have the time to even find what he was looking for when Noddy and Freya already returned, and he needed to rise up and help in setting the bed on its place. It was then when Harol noticed the light coming in from the small window had turned orange. Evidently the sun was setting, as it should be at this hour. Noddy had noted this as well, and now spoke to the two: "So, I'll be standing guard just outside the room if you need anything. I'm used to staying awake for the night on a moment's notice, you can rely on me. But, the room is all yours for the night. Sleep well!" Towards the end of his sentence, Noddy had made his way towards the door, and now that he had finished simply moved to the other side. "Also, there is a hook on the door that you might want to close, seeing I have the only key and cannot obviously lock you in", were the last words Noddy said before carefully he carefully shut the door. Harol quickly moved to it and closed the hook as instructed.

"So now we are here. Better than sleeping in the woods for sure", Harol tried to start some sort of conversation. "How's your arm, by the way? How much pain is the wound causing?" Harol sat on the bed next to which he had placed his belongings and looked at Freya with his head slightly tilted to the left. Noticing himself that he was again giving in to the childhood habit, he straightened his neck and waited for an answer. He would still have to go through a couple spells in his grimoire before bedtime, but there was a candle in the room if the conversation would take that long... and that was very unlikely anyway.