Forgath was enjoying a relaxing morning in the Tower of Despair.  He had awoken with the sun, completed his morning contemplation and ablution, and breakfast had arrived just on time.  He sat at the dining table with a book and ate, listening with a little smile for the sounds of his daughters rousing themselves and beginning their own routines.  He knew that a certain pink filly had not gone to bed on time last night, and was curious to see just how late she would make herself.