Simon is the 'early to bed, early to rise' type as a general rule, though his schedule has been a little out of whack as of late. He's still adjusting to sleeping in an empty room for the first time in his life, now that poor unfortunate Cade can't bring himself to set foot in the templar barracks anymore.

Today is one of those days when Simon's hauled himself out of bed at his usual hour and opted to start out in the training yard, the Order's recent shakeups far from his mind--until he happens to notice one of their chief architects, or so he sees it. He's never been displeased to see Malcolm at his customary workout before, when their schedules had overlapped; he's always been in the habit of greeting the Seeker with a smile at the very least. This is not, however, an occasion for smiling.

Jaw set, he spares Malcolm a stony look before striding past him to grab a sword from a weapon rack. "Seeker."