Gareth caught himself watching Thomas strip down, and he privately admired Thomas's form, which resembled something of a famous statue cut fine from plastered material. When the sword came unsheathed, Harker found interest in it as well, not because it was a weapon, but because it was a well-tempered blade forged fine in the standard required for knighthood. However it didn't resemble the swords he saw the other members of the Order carrying, so perhaps he obtained it elsewhere. Thomas spoke, breaking him out of his quiet thought, and he perked up again bringing his eyes to Thomas's face. A profession was in question, and Gareth still had yet to choose one. There was something to appreciate in them all, some sort of finesse and technique, some form and wonder, and he was dumbfounded at the idea that he could only pick a single mastery to take on as a job for the rest of his life. "I don't have one yet..." Gareth brought his gaze to his boots. "I've been doing errands for neighbors for money. There are so many fine crafts, and so many righteous works, like knighthood. I am vexed by the choice."