"Aye, the Wolf Lord was one of the greatest warriors, and leaders, this world has ever seen." Walden replied, with his trademark toothy grin, "As they should. You don't become one of the most excellent bodyguard details on Estovet by playing by the goose!" Walden boomed, chuckling as he did. He suddenly turned his attention to Gareth, still wearing his grin as he did so, "Well, then, you were born in Keilaudrin. Good!" Walden said, as he grabbed an empty glass and filled it to the top with wine from the pitcher, "Would you be so kind as to accept a position as a Official squire for the Order of the Thistle?" Walden said, his voice slightly more serious, "Don't worry. You won't have to swear off sex, or being rowdy and young. You only have to deliver messages and be in the real heart of what goes on around here. We need a reliable assistant! Especially me! Eating and drinking as much as I do makes one a lazy and sleepy man!" He said, his booming laughter carrying through the Great Hall.