Walden's eyes caught his, and the large man called him over. Being quite submissive, Gareth walked briskly at the shout of his name from the other side of the great hall, a shy smile on his closed lips. As he approached earshot, he spoke. "How'd you know about that?" Harker didn't recall telling Walden about the bow, but the half-elf considered the possibility of asking Redwyne about it. Nevertheless, he was still a little glad to see Walden again—Gareth always appreciated the older man's genial presence. It wouldn't ever bother him, the young lad was sure. He took his seat next to Walden, Harker politely clasping his hands in his lap while he opened his mouth once more. "Ah, alas, it is good to see you this morning."