"That's a damn shame, I'd have liked to have met with him at least once after my ejection. Probably didn't even remember me, though, that's no harm done." He sighed, looking back at the court. Not only was it a disappointment it was a reminder that his generation wasn't long for the world. Bullshit, he'd come to get drunk and celebrate and that aspiration lead him to change the topic to something at least a little positive. "A Morningstar in command? I always figured that was the way it should be. Good news for Bard the second, the man's got a lot of trouble to smooth over in the world. Long may he reign." He bowed his head as he spoke, truly meaning his wellwishing for Bard. Karl Leid had never involved himself much in the affairs of the knights, but anyone in the court knew what a Morningstar was; a knight selected to stand above his peers as the example for them to live up to both in skill and character. Romanticizing the position was beyond him but he'd heard the word thrown around in meetings enough to comprehend and appreciate its weight. Part of him was relieved to see that Thomas was accepting of their company, with his warm greeting of Gareth. It made the day feel less like an imposition and more like the festival it was going to be.