Gareth gaped at the sword on the king's belt; he presumed it was worth a lump sum of money and land from its appearance and Sophia's description. It was a mighty fine-looking blade. "Ah, I see..." Effortlessly, his hand lifted the pitcher off the table and poured a moderate helping of wine into his goblet, and he took a small sip from the cup, sighing with satisfaction. As he drank small sips, he listened carefully to Sophia's mellifluous voice, and Harker mulled over an answer while she spoke. He hadn't been around for as long as the princess believed, but he wondered anyway; the king didn't leave a strong nor weak impression on him in the few times he'd seen the king in public. "Ah, I've only been around for a month at least... He seems fine and moderate." Out away from the city he'd only heard of the actions of the kings, but never had he talked to one or met one in person. There was only so much he could draw about the kings with little information about them beyond the politics that concerned Gareth and his family.