Yawning widely, Murata finally crawls out of bed late in the morning. The bed is empty, as usual; no doubt Alarik was up and prowling about many hours ago, despite their rather tiring
previous day. After throwing on a clean shirt and pants and splashing his face with water, he grabs his jacket and a pastry off the breakfast tray and heads out. Pastry wedged in his mouth, he shrugs into the jacket and makes his way to a busier wing of the castle.
A helpful maid directs him to where Hoka-Alford reportedly spent the night last night (no doubt, a frequent topic of gossip in the servant's quarters). The room is empty, however, and he resorts to checking places he thinks the young man might be. He is not in the baths, nor the courtyards, or the library, not even the kitchen reveals the aqua-eyed Alford. The castle is far too big and far too empty to find one person easily, at least when there were people everywhere someone would have seen him. Sighing, he begs a couple more pastries from the cook and inquires where Hoka-Gunter might be. Thankfully, he seems to be much easier to locate, since it was known the man was helping Gwendal through the mountain of paperwork that a war demanded.
Murata has yet to meet the other Gunter and he wonders as he chews and walks, what the man is like, and how he will react to the news the Sage had to break to him. He silently prays the man is at least a little less...'clingy' than this world's Gunter. Though, the fact that the lavender haired advisor is doing paperwork is a good sign.
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