Henry is pleased he had inquired early and was already wearing a uniform. He has the chance to relax and nurse his hangover for a bit while other's scramble. The fellow in the center looks familiar and he can almost place him, but he's seen too many folk this week to place him. The ceremony is a bit of blur and it seems over all too soon. Henry returns to his tent and gathers the things he's had packed to take with him and has Daniel, his servant bring them.
He strides into room 15 wide eyed with excitement. A strapping well-muscled lad he has yet to get comfortable with a recent growth spurt which has set him towering above most men. His mother’s people were large northmen and his has her blue eyes, fair skin and aristocratic features along with his father’s dark raven hair. He is a well featured lad and could even be called handsome if he could overcome his current awkwardness and stoop shoulder pose. He is making a good effort to stand tall as he enters a young servant in his wake. He caries a very nice military style campaign desk and a custom chair made to his imposing size. He quickly selects an unoccupied room near the middle of things. He has the servant set about unpacking some fine clothing, a chain shirt, a massive two-handed sword, books, and a couple of bottles of good brandy along with the usual collection of personal items. He hangs a banner on the wall with a black horse at full chase portrayed upon it. He quickly explores the chambers and greets those he has met during recent days warmly and with boyish excitement. Soon he pens a brief letter for his servant to mail before sending the fellow on his way.