As he was going through the necessary preparations for the spell, Harol could not help but hear the offended tone in Freya's voice. Well, she had taken it the worst way possible, after all it had not been his intention... it had been about her life as a rogue why she would hide her face, not because of the scar. But alas, she had misunderstood it just as he had feared. It couldn't be helped now, trying to explain would likely only make her angrier. As Freya polished up her daggers, Harol read on. The text was familiar to him, and it really did not require all that much to concentration. However, the information flowed on page after page, and Harol had barely made it to the next one (that being Rooftrellen's graceful incantation of earthen fury) once the sun had already almost fallen under the horizon. Harol stopped his stuides for a moment to light the candle he had observed earlier.

All out of a sudden, Harol found himself speaking: "I see I've offended you." As soon as the words had left his mouth Harol shook his head quickly and surprisingly undetectably. Why had he done that? Well, now that he had started, he shouldn't really leave it there. "When I spoke about the hoods, I simply meant the fact you are a wanted person like I, and as your way of surviving is not to trust anyone, I just thought you might not want to expose your face to all of house Clasz, but I guess you misunderstood me somehow. Well, cannot help it, such things happen." There, he just had to go and explain it, just what he had wanted to avoid earlier. Now she would undoubtedly be mad at him even more. Harol closed his eyes for a mere moment and took a deep breathe. 'Brace yourself', he thought to himself.

He returned to his original spot with the grimoire and reopened it on the Rooftrellen's incantation, lifting his right forefinger on the first words on the page. She knew she could interrupt him, so if she chose to spoke, he would listen. To shout, he would listen. To stay quiet, he would cope with it. Whatever was coming his way, Harol was prepared... well with the exception of something physical, but as he noticed this possibility, he now was ready for it as well. If you go and stoke the flames of anger in your attempt to suppress them... well, you better be prepared.