Vytheril didn't really know how late it was or if there was anybody up at this time of the evening. It wasn't often for their to be a court in the later hours of the day from his experiences, but things were always unpredictable. That was his experience from spending six years under captivity. The first two years were the hardest, being conceptually a military prisoner under the Blood Dragons wing where he was forced to perform menial tasks like carry water to the horses or cook. It was a lot better than what some of the other prisoners were doing he always thought, and he believed it was because of his diligence that he was moved up the chain of indentured servitude. He wasn't a noble, so he knew that he was at the bottom of the food chain of being exchanged in some kind of a prisoner swap.<br/><br/>Though it wasn't how he'd expected to live, he was surprised how as things started to improve that it wasn't too bad. The more he'd worked kept quiet and to himself, the more he was seen as less of a threat. So much in fact that he was given more advanced tasks like recently. He was assisting Falkenstein's alchemist produce herbal concoctions to cure certain illnesses and other ailments.<br/><br/>His form moved out of the empty room carrying a bundle of parchment under his right arm, wearing a plain old black top and bottom garments with a pair of boots and gloves. His beard faded with some color on the weathered man's expression, but his hair still had some life to it through color. The door's locked clicked with the room's key as he began to wander further down the empty marble hallway. He was on his way to store the parchment in the library, but he'd to cut through the grand hall where the owner would court her guests and inhabitants. He'd only hoped that she wasn't doing so as he walked through the corner of one of the double doors.<br/><br/>Disaster struck for Vytheril however, as some of the rolled up parchment drawings fell out from under his arm as he just wandered into the court. This blunder caused him to swear under his breath as his body turned to reach back down to gather his belongings.