As both Harol and Freya shook their heads at first, Cyrus was about to open his mouth, but Harol managed to speak a split second earlier "Wait... uhh, excuse me, this slipped off my mind but... where are we going to sleep? And if I at all may ask, when would be a time we could have something to eat? And I would like to see my room, too, I have quite a bit of excess weight in my robes." Cyrus was at first surprised when Harol spoke but then laughed a little as Harol inquired about dropping off some of his belongings. "Of course, of course. I had taken the privilege to have servants ready a room for you as soon as we heard of the attack on your house, but unfortunately I heard about your companion too late. We should have a room ready for her by the time sun goes down though, so worry not!"

Cyrus opened the door behind him and stepped into the hallway. "Seeing you were in such a hurry, I will see to it personally that you can lighten your load as soon as possible. Right this way!" Harol followed Cyrus as he led them into the hallway. A servant raised an eyebrow as they came out of the library keeping such noise, but she quickly made her way in the opposite direction upon seeing Cyrus come out from the library as the last of the three. The little group made their way through a few hallways and stairs to the floor above the library. "Here it would be. Do use the bell in the room to call servants if you are going anywhere, would not like to lose track of you two just yet!" And with that, he was gone, walking on the hallway.

Harol stepped into the room without saying a word, and turned around to see if Freya would follow. He had a couple of things on his mind he would care to discuss... and he was not entirely certain he should speak up to anyone within the house about them. Not now, at the very least.