"Looks pretty unapproachable to me," Karl remarked, although that was perhaps the entire point of having armed guards standing at attention. A question for a philosopher of a higher caliber. He was surprised to hear that he had been speaking to a half elf all along. In his mind, sheltered from far-flung travel, he'd always figured them for a more exotic people. That was life, full of disappointments. A few moments passed, and he lent the matter a little bit of thought before he acted. "Good sir guard," he began, raising his voice to be heard as he turned and began to walk towards the man posted at the front of the room. There was little chance of him leaving his post, so the least they could do was go to him. With a slight motioning of his hand, he beckoned Gareth along. "The night drags on, could we perhaps solicit a little continued conversation before we retire tonight?" Really, that line could get him evicted from the hall, but it'd only be the second time. What was life without a little adventure, anyway?