Karl weighed his options at the point. Nothing was expected of him tomorrow and it was a bald faced lie to say that he needed the sleep. The man could show up and do as he pleased whenever, although obviously a degree of good manners would be required if he wished to extend his stay. "Eh, I suppose not," he said, shuffling a bit on his feet. He'd been standing still for a while now and it didn't suit him. The young man had said he'd come to acquaint himself, and frankly there was nothing he loved more than to have the topic firmly set on somebody else. He looked to the throne, searching for some conversation piece that would related to an older king. The throne itself went back further that the kingdom, but the topic he was looking for happened to be standing next to it handling guests. The man from the Order of the Thistle, though he didn't remember if that was the same name they used back then, was familiar to him. "You know, I heard once that one of the guardsmen here," he nodded his head towards the throne, "is a half elf prince who comes from some continent far out west. There were a lot of things said about him but... I never did get the chance to ask him." The knight seemed to be staying, at any rate. Perhaps Gareth would get his chance to speak with at least some of the group they'd been interested in.

"Why, yes, actually. a tournament will begin some time during the celebration of the coronation, tomorrow. I consider it to be a waste of resources but I am told it is vital for morale that our knights be allowed to bash each other to pieces in the circle." He shrugged his shoulders and held his palms up. "It's out of my hands, and it does make for quite the revenue. I am told in previous years that admittance and associated sales have covered the winner's purse in its entirety. And I assure you, if you're interested, the winner's purse is quite a sum this year." His smile seemed glued to his face at this point, because it didn't leave throughout his discourse on tournaments. Tursgud definitely seemed, at least to Wallace, to be the sort of person to show up a tournament. That was fine, they needed a few fighters in the capital, didn't they?