Gareth kept silence for a few moments. He thought he could have a chance if he had less competition, and he supposed Karl was right about there being few archers around. "I suppose... I will attempt." The young man managed a half-smile. "But when, might I ask, is the tourney?" He plopped a berry off the table and into his mouth, chewing softly. Across the room he spotted conversing Thomas and the lady from the night before, and he eyed them curiously while he awaited Leid's word. Harker remembered his intent on coming to the coronation. He wanted to acquaint himself, and what better way was there than to make a name for himself among the people in a tourney? It was a gamble on fame and accolades, but nonetheless even trying would warrant him notice in some way.