Bumping into some people along the way with quick and rushed apologies, Gareth brushed past others in the crowd while he made his way to the seats Sophia took. She patted the seat for him, and he promptly sat in the chair next her, him adjusting his posture and his attire such that they would appear well. The king rummaged through the gifts as the pair looked at the king. "What did you bring the king?" Harker missed what Sophia's gift exactly was; for all he knew was that a long slender box contained it. The fact that he did not bring a gift bothered him, but he warily supposed that nobody would notice out of the sheer number of people present. He watched the king, the half-elf resting his chin on his bridged hands on the table, and he pondered what the king would do to secure an heir. 'Who would take the throne if the king were gone?' thought Gareth. 'He has no wife, no children. Does he have [i]any[/i] suitors?'