These past few days the dawn dirt's been tracked all the way to the threshold. My broom knows exactly whose feet walked that ground all night.

• KlausI'll knock the dirt off my boots from now on.
  MartaDon't. That's the only way I can tell whether you're sleeping at all, Sir Knight.
• Head Butler HydenI suppose I'll need to lay down another mat at the entrance.
• Sir RoidenA man who drills unordered is usually a man who can't sleep.
  MartaIf you know that, my lord, perhaps send him off to bed for once.