"Haha, indeed, at least the targets have no sentience." The half-elf chuckled. "My parents taught me." Gareth twiddled his thumbs, and also stared up at the clouds in the sky. He wondered if it would rain later, for if it did, he would have to leave the palace in the midst of a storm, which would be no fun at all. And sitting there next to Sophia, Harker couldn't help but daydream of a life bigger than his own, just outside his grasp, of an adventure or a great tale told in a legend or a song. He seemed faroff in his thoughts, distant in a dream, but he was still there with Sophia, and he looked at her, and at the bracelet on her wrist. 'Fancy,' he thought, but with no surprise. It was a sight to see, fit for a princess like Sophia to possess such jewelry.