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[hippodamio]

For all that the wound he took yesterday means he has no wish to try the Door, Hektor has never been a man for lying about and simply waiting for things to happen. He rested as best he could today, for as long as he could, and that was the end of that. Wincing and limping a little, he makes his way from the stairs to one of the couches by the fire. He really must find out who came into his room and laundered his clothes while he slept; they did an excellent job, and deserve praise for it.

For now, though, he is content to sit and consider the room, and see who he remembers and who he does not.