Oblivious to the argument his father and older brother were having, he eventually finds himself making off for his room. Lenally would be fine; she was strong. And he couldn't really bare to hear the occasional sob through the thick door.<br/><br/>His room was a very spartan affair, everything nice and neat and orderly; if their society was a bit more advanced, some might think that Henrik suffered from obsessive compulsive disorder with how everything is. The place no longer held any of his personal affects, save for some clothes, really; he was gone so often to stay amongst his own troops in their fort, that he'd had a room in it made for himself and furnished with his things.<br/><br/>Without the aid of a squire, he would set his sheathed sword on the too-large bed, and then work on removing the armor he wore; after that, the clothes. He paused to eye the blood stains on his cloak, but decides that he will not have it laundered.<br/><br/>Instead, he ends up having a servant fetch him some water and soap so that he can clean himself. He's been out on this recent campaign for several weeks, and he was grimy enough to show it. That was a problem that would soon be rectified.