Gareth answered, "No, I have not." This would be his first time wielding a bow in true competition with someone else. Of course, for someone who hunted, little adjustment was required—in real exploits, the target was mobile, but in the tourney, the bullseye was the target and did not move. He wouldn't have a hard time. Harker pulled down his hood and stood by the entrance, gawking at the arrangements sent forth for Thomas. "My... Fancy." He strolled about the room, not knowing what to do in particular in that moment, thus he simply went around and examined the many intricate displays of armor he found there, touching nothing.