Gareth silently hoped he wasn't interrupting anything for Karl. Aside perceiving any kind of annoyance to Leid, Gareth chuckled at Karl's utterance about his company and beamed at Karl. "No, I've barely arrived and have yet to eat anything save a plum. Ah, my, what shall I feast on?" He hungered, for he ate none that morning before he had arrived. The food looked excellent, and the taste was certain to be sublime, especially on as important of a day as the coronation. Harker looked about the selection of food before him and pulled down his cloak, dropping his bow and quiver that he toted with him on the ground. "You'll have to excuse me," the half-elf spoke. "I brought my bow with me. I was out this morning fetching food for a neighbor of mine." The thought of it was funny in his mind, as it was ironic for him to provide food for a neighbor, and then receive none for himself. His eyes were fixed on the feast.