The guest buildings were on the far side of the gardens to the west. He didn't enjoy the brief trek through the splendidly arranged garden, such was his mind abuzz with concerns and worries. The building might or might not have been grand itself—he didn't know. He didn't bother to dedicate any of it to memory as he entered through the tall doors, walked up the marble staircases, and found his assigned room. There were griffons here and there, but he didn't bother to look at any of them, his contemplative expression hidden. Eventually, he found the guard who had been assigned to him standing outside the room he was to stay.