Harold had taken a break from either assisting his Aunt and Uncle, trying to psych himself up for what was going to happen in the next few days, or, alternatively, pretending it wasn’t by reading a good book in a secluded corner of the library. Adventurers, willing or otherwise, needed to eat; thus, he finds himself at the hotel restaurant for dinner, and did so around the same time that Anthony had arrived. Harold knew Anthony better than most of the others on the trip, thanks to his connection to his Aunt, but that wasn’t to say the two were exceptionally close.