Iabor walked the hold halls of the castle, this was the fourth reemergence he knew the castle halls wall. As he'd been down these halls more times then he dared try to count, he walked to Allistair's office with minimal effort navigating through the crowds. As people just bounced off of him when they tried to push past, he would help those that fell from bouncing off him. His long white hair swaying behind him as he walked, it was well groomed and was as white as the freshly fallen snow outside. He soon stopped seeing two people already waiting there, he stopped to lean against the wall near the door where it opened. He didn't really make any attempt to talk to the two, as he didn't wish to interrupt their conversation. He let loose a long tired yawn his helmet made it echo slightly, he hadn't really slept that well before coming back. As he'd had to do some serious maintenance on his armor to make it look brand new which made him burn through the midnight hours.