"What should you feast on?" Karl laughed openly at the question. "Today's the day they put everything on the table and you've only nicked a plum so far? I shouldn't be bothering you, you need to eat." He himself had been quick about covering that particular need. Today was only the beginning after all, and he had a tournament to endure sitting through today. The night was a much better time to gorge. Gareth then produced a bow, and while Leid didn't feel particularly accosted by its presence he did indulge his curiosity and give the weapon a quick look. The man had no eye for weapons but a bow in working order was a bow in working order, though his eyes did catch on the ruby embedded in its grip and decided that the presence of a gemstone must be an indicator of its quality. "A bow worth bringing, by the look of it. Have you considered putting in for the archery tourney? About the only one that doesn't look like a blood sport in disguise to me." He punctuated his speech by taking a drink of whatever alcohol he had managed to procure that morning, and looking around the room for any familiar faces. His complaint had reminded him of the possibility that he might manage to abscond entirely from the tournament.