Gareth noticed the crowd around them thickening, and silently he wished he wouldn't step on anybody's toes in the midst of his dance with Sophia. He continued to move about with her, also wondering about King Bard II's whereabouts. The only time he could see the king was at the morning feast, but he never saw him after that. The gentle wind of the night tossed his hair as he spun, and he looked up at the moon past a light haze. "Where do you suppose the king is at?" questioned Gareth, making smalltalk as they continued their little duet on the now-crowded dance floor.