Karl had been about to answer Gareth's question, but his open mouth closed in reaction into a frown when he saw someone approaching the table. The young man from yesterday, red haired and dressed properly, but in a manner that was not popular among the nobility of Keilaudrin. A white shirt tucked into black trousers and, the only detail important to Karl, a light blue tie. "You'll want to head for the front door. The fair ground is just outside the palace, just look for all the tents that have been set up. I'd imagine there's even a crowd on the way there, so it can't be hard to find." He spoke softly and smiled only slightly as he answered the question and took a seat at the table and idly began to fill his plate. Karl deflated a bit, but resumed his interest in the meal. He wasn't sure why he despised his retainers so much, but it seemed far out of place to have him in particular watched within the palace. He almost started laughing when he considered that special instructions might have been left by previous kings.