"Oh my, thank you both, my lady and Eva." Gareth graciously accepted the food from Sophia, and he took it into his hands, the young half-elf mumbling a small offering and a prayer, before he began taking small bites out of the loaf. Harker swallowed when Jezin approached, and he bowed curtly. "Pleasure to meet you, sir." The two fighting men approached and he delivered a formal greeting to them both, Gareth nodding to Thomas in return. All of the competing would run for at least four more hours, Harker calculated, long after sundown, and he assumed that by the evening he'd be shooting arrows into the night. "It will be the first of many amazing nights I will treasure, I am sure, Sir Morgan."