Harry rolled his eyes as the weary, worst for wear voice echoed down to him, and he climbed the stairs, familiar with this route now, stopping a servant on the way, "Bring his Lordship and I a bottle of something up, won't you?" He said, and the poor maid nodded before running off.
He made it to Eward's room, deciding it was best not to knock, although the idea had appealed to him, before pushing the door open. "Looks like someone spent far too long in the Ambassador's wine cellar?" He said, moving into the room. "Don't you realise half the day is already gone?"