"Taskill, dear Taskill," he said, his voice almost sweet, "don't ask foolish questions, of course I did." His right hand darted out of his robes, and his fingers grasped Taskill's face, just around the mouth, his slightly elongated nails, scratching his face as he did.<br/><br/>"You've broken the rules, I see," he said, coldly, "...my rules."<br/><br/>He let go of Taskill and walked past him toward the steps, his long robe trailing behind ,sweeping its way past Taskill.<br/><br/>"Fetch Lyra, and the Alicorn ...Midnight," he said, as though he could barely remember the name, "and bring them to my chambers, you and they can wait for me there, I'll be up presently, and after that, you'll be able to apologize to my patrons, who you disappointed, and pay back the money you owe me."<br/><br/>Bryn didn't look back as he walked up the steps, taking the turn to enter his wing of the castle. His rooms were in the castle's tower, his study the highest room in the castle, his bedroom just below that. His study was the one room of the castle where his creatures were not allowed to go without his permission. It was also the only room that had its own barrier, like that on the exterior of the castle. Unless he was inside, it was impossible to enter at all, at least for the creatures of the castle, and it was the only room cleaned and attended solely by human servants, paid human servants. As was his custom, his study would be his first stop after returning. There was, however, no way to tell how long he would be inside his study, and the order to retrieve his fellow slaves to Taskill had not specified a time limit, of course, if they were not in his bedroom by the time he came down to it, it was likely his foul mood would somehow manage to get far worse.