Never an early sleeper, Scanlan had realized the second he'd been freed from the artificial ties that had been keeping him in place, and he'd bolted the second he had. It probably wasn't the best thing to do, leaving unceremoniously without even so much as a good-bye, but it wasn't like he'd been particularly attached to the pair that he'd ended up with. It was generating a pattern, though, and Scanlan wasn't sure how to feel about that.
Still, it hadn't been difficult to find where he was supposed to be and settle in there pretty quickly. He'd been getting ready to actually head to bed, finally, when the knock had come at the door, loud and insistent. Weird, really, but he wasn't going to be rude and ignore it. Scanlan Shorthalt had his faults but blatantly ignoring people wasn't one of them.
Of course, as he opened the door, the fist rocketing at his face was less than expected and as he stumbled backwards, barely catching himself on the door frame, he blinked up in a daze at the disheveled figure of Percival de Rolo looking at him with a certain broken fury in his features.
"I thought we were meeting at Denny's for this," Scanlan was able to put together as he raised a hand to rub at his face. There was so much more he wanted to say. But right now, he didn't feel like concern would be well taken. Better to let Percy... wear himself out before he asked whether or not he was in the middle of a breakdown.