Will they come back tomorrow, or will they just continue to knock? You're very important, y'know.

[He'd left his trousers on when he'd gone back to sleep, and slipped on a shirt if only to stop gooseflesh from standing on his skin. The tower is cool. Must be all the stone. At the sideboard, he inspects everything on offer. The frozen pitcher is the most interest, in that he can't tell what it is. Darras lifts it, trying to tip it so that he can catch the light.

Hm.]

Read me one of those.

[The reports. He nods to them, before he tips the pitcher in the other direction, trying to see inside.]