Gareth saw the change in expression on Karl's face as Leid's escorts approached, therefore he assumed by some decree they were ordered to keep surveillance on Karl. He dismissed this thought, though, for the tournament was at the forefront of his mind and thus was his current objective. "Very well, thank you! I will see you, perhaps later." With that, he gave a curt bow and started off, toting his bow and quiver on his back. Butterflies trod in his stomach while he strode to the fairgrounds, looking down at his feet and not paying much mind to where he walked. Harker hoped he wouldn't bump into anybody in his absentmindedness, assuming they should all take note of him and avoid an accident.