Gareth bowed his head to Karl and Thomas as they left him alone in the throne room. With them gone and the palace nigh empty for the evening, he judged that his best decision was to simply depart and go home, thus he pulled his cloak over his head and began the trek in the night. It was dark outside, and for a while Harker couldn't see well until his eyes adjusted to the dim moonlight. His footsteps were soft on the paved road, footsteps that lingered along the edge of the street tentatively. Silently a vow he made to visit that knight the following day, and in that the half-elf gave himself an excuse to return to the palace for the next day of the coronation celebration. Indeed they should have their king by tomorrow crowned, and both anxiety and excitement lingered in his heart, placed for many people and many things. Gareth wondered if perhaps things would proceed correctly.