Harol could somewhat understand Freya's fear of being simply turned in by house Clasz, but as Harol knew the house in question he knew that outcome to be extremely unlikely. Houses Arkdal and Clasz go way back, and even if it was not for the long-term friendship between the two families, house Clasz was not exactly the most... obedient house out there. After all, if they were why would they hide their warriors from the king instead of aiding the throne? And after all, it had been house Clasz that had convinced house Arkdal to say something against the wrongful treatment of them. They couldn't possibly deny Harol's request for sanctuary, nor could they leave Freya outside now that she was on the list of king's enemies just as well.

The heavily armoured warriors stopped at the main door of the manor, and the two that had walked in front joined their friends behind Harol and Freya. Then the door opened and an elderly lady in servant's outfit walked out and spoke to the group before the door: "Our awaited guests! How joyous are the heads of house Clasz to see you are both in one piece! Follow me, I will bring you to lord Mortimer right away." Wait, had Harol just heard correctly? They would be brought to lord Mortimer? The man usually only had brief meets with the most important people of house Arkdal, always said he was busy... Well, given Harol was one of the that remain, he was one of the most important people now that he thought about it!

Harol followed the servant inside the building, and noticed the warriors were not coming. These people must be some of the house's actual hired muscle. Otherwise they are just as anyone else, but they are forbidden entry to the main building and they get paid for being around. And they go through checks all the time... even if they don't know it. The house makes sure no man that would serve the king rather than the house would ever be a part of their group. But Harol and Freya were inside the building, following the servant to see the head of the house himself.

It was not a long journey through the hallways, but Harol noticed they had avoided the room that held the pride of the house, a giant marble statue depicting the guardian of the house, Yurnero, the Mask of truth. He was unsure why, but he did not mention it out loud. They soon entered the western wing library of the house, in which lord Mortimer awaited, sitting in a chair, his face towards a giant window with his back towards the door. "Oh lord Mortimer, may I present the warlock in learning Harol of House Arkdal and his companion", the servant said softly, and after Mortimer raised his left hand slightly off the armrest as a sign of hearing what had been said, she left the room and closed the door behind her. Lord Mortimer stood up and walked towards Harol and Freya, albeit a bit stumbling. As he had gotten close enough, Harol could see the reason to that, even against the light: The man's eyes were hidden beneath a piece of cloth.