It was good to know that they could approach the house without worrying about misunderstandings. "Good night to you too", Harol responded to Freya and then put out the candle. Then he started to get out of his robe. It was easier to get on oneself than take it off for whatever reason, or at least Harol's personal experience said so. But in the end, he managed to get out of it, and was now standing in his much less expensive looking shirt and pants, the colours of which could not be seen in this light... not that anyone was supposedly looking anyway. The robe was then neatly folded onto the pile of other belongings and then Harol went to bed.

The sleep did not come easily. The fight they had had during the day came back to haunt him, how he had killed multiple people just swinging the massive deathball all around... and how he had very physically assisted in the killing of that one person who then got a dagger into his heart to ensure he was truly gone. They had all been human beings with people who cared for them... well most likely anyway... but then again, said people had also taken Harol's family away from him. Now [b]they[/b] had been people who for sure had caring families, people that had not wronged a person without good reason, people who simply did not want to be puppets and tools of war. And this was the king's response, to slay them all. Harol felt easier in his heart, what he had done was at least somewhat more justified... and then, his mind drifted to the awaited sleep.

Harol was awakened by the sun shining to his eyelids. He did not know how long he had slept exactly, but he rose up slowly and still a bit sleepy, rubbing his eyes. The first thing he instinctively did was find his robe and pull it over his head, letting the fabric settle around him with his arms reaching upward, helping the piece of clothing move into the right direction as it's own weight pulled it downwards. He remembered little of his dreams of this night, but he did remember they had had something to do with the spell he had discovered from his pile of scrolls yesterday. However, this thinking was suddenly interrupted by somebody knocking on the door. Nothing of the sort had been spoken with Noddy... was this him or somebody else entirely?