"Greetings. I trust the case of my eyes puzzles you, and rightly so. I... might've used my powers a bit too leniently and slacked on the necessary preparation and aftercare and thus left both my eyesight and oracle's vision clouded. I hope I am not offending you by meeting you in my... unfortunate state, but it has to be said I brought it upon myself by searching for remnants of house Arkdal. I am glad at least one found his way to us. Trust us, we at house Clasz meant no ill when we encouraged you to speak up your mind... we never guessed it would bring something like this upon you... Yurnero did not bless us with a warning..." lord Mortimer spoke to mainly Harol. He evidently did recognise Freya's presence, at least judging by his body language, but had not really said anything that would matter to her.

So even the great leaders of magical houses did sometimes mess up? Knowing this made Harol feel much better about the many mistakes he had made during his studied... well, not so many but with magic like his a simple mistake had the habit of incinerating buildings, smashing the caster bedridden for a week and such, they left quite the mark in one's mind. Before Harol had any chance to respond to the man, lord Mortimer opened his mouth again and now seemed to say something to Freya: "As for you, companion of... Harol, was it? Yes, companion of Harol. I've seen someone save his life in a fight before... well..." he said tapping the blindfold, "so you are as welcome here as he is. It is the least we can do for..." he then abruptly stopped mid sentence and moved his hand below the blindfold and apparently touched the general area of his left eye. As he pulled the hand back from there, it could be seen it had blood on it. "Oh dear...", he muttered, and then quickly spoke again: "Well, Cyrus will be here soon. Just sit tight, I'll need to..." and then he walked to the door, opened it and a male servant led him away. The same elderly lady that had brought them to the room smiled to Harol and Freya and closed the door behind lord Mortimer.

"Well sounds like there is nothing to worry..." Harol said a few seconds after what had happened. "I didn't have the opportunity to say anything back but I guess that'll have to wait." He then turned more towards Freya and continued: "But I guess you will not be able to relax, having the need to be always vigilant and all. I'd say have no fear but I guess that wouldn't help any." Having said what had been on his mind, while keeping his ears open Harol let his eyes scan the shelves around himself. He did not recognise any of the covers, but that was no wonder, given the magic of house Clasz had always been vastly different from the one of house Arkdal. They would showcase their own expertise like this, now wouldn't they? If they had books of mass-destruction magic, they'd be much farther into the library... but lord Mortimer had instructed them to await for Cyrus. The name rang no bells for Harol, other than the fact he was sure he had heard it mentioned by people of house Clasz in earlier visits. Must be someone of high station as well.