Thomas had changed, and had made his way down to the courtyard, taking a seat on the edge of the stone of a fountain. Thomas had opted for a white buff jacket, with a gold trim, that reached down to his knees, with a white sash specked with gold. However, he still opted to wear his boots, as he detested the normal slippers and shoes that most wore to courtly events. Harmony still remained in a sheath on Thomas' side, showing that he was still prepared to act as a member of the Order of the Thistle if the need arose. Thomas waded his hand on the surface of the water, gently letting the water touch his palm, as he stared down into it. Thomas struck the appearance of a man deep in thought, and his normal smile was absent, replaced instead by somewhat blank expression, as he sat by the fountain.