"No, no, sir, I'm no expert, for I'm a half-elf myself after all," Gareth explained with a smile, denying any sort of advanced knowledge. "My mother's a pureblood elf, father's a human. I could tell one if I saw one." He thought about the guard by the throne, Sir Morgan. Yes, his being a half-elf slipped by Gareth, since he couldn't have gathered it without actually asking. Sir Morgan, a handsome specimen with a figure Gareth fancied, looked a mere few years or so older than Harker, but using his intuition Gareth understood that he was either the age he interpreted or a decade older, considering how elves aged. "Ah... I see it now, he is a half-elf, with little elf blood." The problem that presented itself to Gareth and Karl was the problem of appropriately bringing it up in conversation or approaching the knight of the Order. Harker furrowed his brow in thought. "How shall we go about approaching him?"