As Freya had walked into the room, Harol closed the door behind them. The lock stayed silent, apparently leaving itself open. After taking a quick look around the room and seeing nothing suspicious, he took a few steps closer to Freya and whispered: "You know, I'm not exactly the more paranoid one of us two, but I'm not certain if Cyrus is entirely trustworthy... he is not one of the house originally and he is in charge of the mercenaries. Nothing confirms his stance... I have no doubts against anyone else, and I'm unsure if this feeling should really be considered important, could be just random paranoia... but I'll keep an eye out." Now Harol had shared his worries. As he had said, he was unsure if there was any base to these thoughts, but he had never really met Cyrus before. Maybe Freya's paranoia was rubbing onto him? Who would know?

Harol then proceeded to gather his belongings from within his robe and resumed speaking in normal voice: "In a house full of Oracles we should be safe. Now if you do not mind me, I'll have to pile up some less necessary things here." From what he now said, nobody could (at least easily) tell that he had any doubts towards the people belonging to the house. "I also would like to see the book concerning birthrites in the library again. It looked rather interesting... but then again, you might not be as interested in literature, at least of that sort. And you have fulfilled your end of our bargain too. I guess that after you get your room we won't be seeing each other that much anymore... Well, I'll have to say it was nice knowing you", Harol continued speaking while placing scrolls onto a neat pile next to the bed big enough for two to sleep in. He was not used to beds that spacious, but he wouldn't complain.

Then the scroll containing the incantation of Scree'Auk surfaced again. He couldn't simply leave this here, it was too valuable... He placed it next to the pile and dug out his Grimoire. Without saying a word, he opened the scroll from it's roll and placed it between the pages of the book. There it would sit tight, without a risk of getting lost or damaged. He then returned the Grimoire to the special pocket within his robe. A warlock never left their Grimoire behind. "Much better", Harol rejoiced as he had placed his staff and lantern next to the pile of random stuff (that was next to the pile of scrolls). "I am guessing you did not have any excess equipment on person, but if you do, feel free to leave them here for a moment while they get your room prepared." Harol smiled to Freya. He himself was not exactly sure where the smile did originate from, but he could tell that when he said earlier it had been nice knowing Freya... he had not lied.