"Ah, I didn't realize you'd be done here." Ceiro said with a smile as he glanced about the room. This one seemed to mostly house files and books. Some looked as if they might well be as old as the Castle itself. "How far do these ledgers go, do you know?" He asked, curiously tilting his head as he moved into the room fully.

Jordan was then greeted with a sight very few in the deck ever saw. Ceiro's customary clothing had been replaced with a pair of loose, knitted pants for a work out, and his arms bare thanks to the light tank he wore. His hair was even pulled back and tied into a ponytail at the back of his head that gave him an almost Eastern look with just a glance.

And he had tattoos. On his upper arms, on the inside of his bicep as well. Not to mention clear definition in his biceps.