The young half-elf was taken by this change of mind, for he could've sworn from Karl's situation that he might've been considering leaving. But the tale Leid told after, that was a treasure of conversation to behold. "Oh? But..." Gareth found this information contradictory. "A prince turned knight for another kingdom far away? Why?" An enigma wrapped in a conundrum wrapped in utter mystery. He didn't recall seeing any half-elf guards on the journey to the castle. Perhaps a person or two with similar features to a half-elf or a distant relative of a half-elf, but no one with appearances directly indicating his half-elf status beyond himself. "But I swear, I haven't seen a guard that looks like a half-elf at all, save for a faroff resemblance here and there." Harker folded his arms once more, himself intrigued by the legend. It occurred to him that he was talking a little loud, like a gossipping wench, and when he next spoke he reduced his volume to a more acceptable level. "Do you know who it is?"