Gareth, without a doubt, shook at Walden's rough touch, but he chuckled nevertheless. "Thank you, sir." Before he had even picked up his wine and taken a sip, Walden had already downed an entire cup. Harker, feeling the onset of inebriation, finished his own goblet, and inwardly remarked that he was done drinking for the night, otherwise he would end up blubbering drunk. He would need to gather his things from his home at some point, as well as notify the tax collector of his move and new employment. Gareth giggled again, becoming a little more bubbly and calmed. After all, he could let go of Karl and Thomas, and he hardly knew them for long, though he still reserved some respect for them, as he believed all men deserved.