"Thank you kindly," the man said, turning away and leading towards the great hall. The din of the gathered crowd grew notably louder even as they traversed the throne room itself. "That is a shame, it's too difficult to go alone in the world. Unfortunately, this is not a very good place to be making friends." Wallace chuckled at the remark, being part of the political machine that it was in-fashion to deride the shrewdness of. Eventually they came upon one of the sets of doors into the great hall, secured by two of the regular guard who were watching the crowd inside with great interest. "I fear I must leave you here, Gareth. The security of this castle is one of my concerns, and I must continue to act to ensure that not only the assassins but all of the conspirators behind this dreadful act are brought to justice. Good evening, sir, may peace find you." The man smiled broadly and strode into the great hall, making his way towards the front of the room to chatter with the guards stationed there.