Gareth nodded at Sophia. "Yes, it's true." He thought she had already known, but he guessed not. He drank from his cup, and, setting it on the table, he swallowed slowly. Harker figured Walden, having not taken the oath, wasn't bound by the Order's typical rules and likely worked with Order paperwork mostly. Of course, given his stature and build, he also looked fit to break someone's neck when need be. These thoughts Walden affirmed in his dialogue with Sophia. He perked up again from his inner workings as Walden put the spot on the half-elf again. He chuckled at Sir Walden's calling Gareth fit, him finding it a little ironic given Walden's appearance and comedic given that Gareth wasn't exactly the strongest man on the block. "Ah... No, sir, from elsewhere in the country." A timid smile popped on his softly carved face, framed by a square jaw.