That question caught Thomas off-guard, and made him think for a moment. In honest, for some reason he didn't consider this place his new home. Of course, he had gotten used to Keilaud traditions, but it doesn't mean he had adopted them. After a slight pause to ponder, Thomas spoke up to answer the question posed, "The people don't have much faith in the leadership, lately, which is understandable." Thomas replied, keeping his eyes locked with Lexine. She seemed unnaturally stiff, and alert, for Thomas. He had noticed that kind of posture before. It was how he stood when he first joined the Order of the Thistle, and was extremely worried about something, "As for living here, it's perfectly fine. I enjoy the Palace, and my other sword-brothers. And the King is a good one to serve." Thomas spoke, turning his head back towards the water, gazing out and down on the ships that, even at this time, were entering and leaving the harbor. Yelling, over the bustle of the crowd, assaulted Thomas' ears. As he turned, he could already spot Gareth running to the dancing area, chasing Sophia. After a moment, the pair began to a dance, albeit a one that lacked the skill of most people who danced at royal events. "Looks like people are starting to take to dancing." Thomas pointed out, as more people began to make their way to the dance floor.