"And I am pleased as well, Gareth," the man said, opting to mime his other's form of address. "I knew the man myself, you see, worked with him some few years ago. An absolute shame what petty squabbles between nations will cause people to do." He shook his head, perhaps scolding the newer generation and the brashness they went at life with. Around him, the room was emptying, and he was taking notice. Time was just about up, the main congregation in the great hall would be expecting something more by now. Perhaps they had tangible showpieces already, he'd have to recall Sir Redwyne and ask. Finding the king was something that could wait for later. They'd more or less prepared for this. Wallace mulled over his words in silence for a moment, before saying, "Perhaps we should be making our way to the great hall, with the rest of them? I must return to my work, and I imagine someone like you has loved ones he needs to find. I am sorry for what we allowed to transpire tonight, but feel so relieved to see that all but one of our guests will walk away with their friends and family."