Liam Dunn and his family's entourage were the first lords to arrive at the Great Hall in the dim hour just before dawn, and when he did, he found an exhausted-looking Hugo slumped in the corner on a pile of cushions and furs. There was a slate tablet beside him and a piece of chalk in his hands, and he looked like he'd only intended to close his eyes for 'a few minutes' before exhaustion finally overtook him.
"Hugo," Liam called, crossing the hall in a few quick strides to reach his companion's side. As he did, he marveled at the transformation the man had wrought in just a single long night. "Hugo, it's almost dawn," Liam said as he knelt at the exhausted Steward's side.
"I'm awake, I am, I swear," Hugo blurted as he all but jumped out of his skin at the sound of Liam's voice. The chalk in his hand went skittering across the room, bouncing off of bare stone for a few paces before it landed with a soft -plunk- on an overstuffed cushion.
