Breakfast was a somber affair in the chambers of the Danbari Deligation. Silence reigned through the rooms, servants breaking thier fast out of the Lord's sight, filling themselves with what meager gruel was to be found for the slaves and servants in the Anastarian larder, while the Lord pecked at the fruit brought in. He ate only with his right hand, his left holding down the pages of the tome he had liberated the previous night. The letters seemed to have his full attentions, line after line passing under his fingers. Every few moments he would flip a page, scanning through it once more. It took a solid hour, before his hand reached for another piece of fruit, only to find the platter empty, only the note he had read earlier remaining.<br/><br/>With a groan, he stood up, his joints popping loudly as his body stretched out. The tome he was reading was shut, left on the small table where he had ate. Without a word he crossed over towards his chests, two of his retinue peeling away from thier meals to attend to him. He closed his eyes as his people fitted him. The only sound coming from him a grunt as a sash was tied tightly. He lowered his arms slowly as the final layer was donned, turning around slowly before brushing his servants off. He crossed back towards one of his smaller chests, lifting first a fine wooden case, scrolled with a procession of warriors along the top, a simple, if well done bit of wood working. He handed it over to one of his servants, instructing the man quietly to make sure it was delivered to the Prince's chambers before noon. And with that, he swept out of his room, pausing only to take a worn, cracked, leather bound book. It was unmarked, with a curl in it showing it had been rolled up, stuffed into a scroll case or perhaps a pocket many times in its life. It was curled up in his left hand, the Lord Martinez stalking out his door, and taking a quick turn towards the women's quarters. Not to Diane's, or one of the other deligates. He was striding with purpose towards where the old woman was quartered. He was still scowling, his shoulders back, hsi steps even, measured, and quick as he marched towards her quarters.