Sir Redwyne stood in the door way of the Great Hall, having dealt with Thomas, delegating his detainment to another knight of the Order of the Thistle. Redwyne scanned the room, seeing familiar faces, and panicked faces. As Sir Redwyne began to enter the room, he could hear large steps behind him. Redwyne knew who those large steps belonged to before he even turned around. A massive man walked in beside Redwyne, and stood next to him. The man was easily 6'6, and nearly 350lbs, with a massive black beard, and short black hair. The man wore no armor, for he was well too over sized for most armor, but managed to wear a leather jerkin that fit fairly snugly, along with a long sleeved light blue buttoned shirt, and blue trousers. The man was as fat as he was muscular, finding a happy balance between the two, "Sir Walden." Redwyne said, nodding to the man. While the man wore no armor or sign he was a knight, the man was indeed a member of the Order of the Thistle, taking over the administrative parts of the order, as well as many other issues. While he was mostly a quill pusher, Redwyne had seen the man cleave a man nearly in two with the giant axe the man was fond of using in battle, "Sir Redwyne, how are ya?" Sir Walden replied, with a booming and gruff voice. The two continued their stance in the doorway of the great hall, as they conversed, "What do you think of all of this, Sir Walden?" Redwyne asked, turning his attention back to the Great Hall. "Whatever it is, Arcartus will answer for it, one way or another." Sir Walden replied, as he too turned his attention to the crowd, "War has been the only thing that's united this country, and it's been the only thing we've ever been good at." Sir Walden pointed out.