Gareth slowly opened the door and stepped out from behind it, his quiet voice greeting the Morningstar. "Ah, good morning." He met himself with the desk where Redwyne sat, undoubtedly gandering about the room as he walked up, and introduced himself with a bow. "Gareth Harker, at your service. I've brought you a letter." His hand loosely held out the wax-sealed parchment before Sir Cole, and mentally he coached his hand not to tremble before such a stern presence as Redwyne. Nevertheless, despite his misgivings, he glued his small smile on his face as a token of respect and kindness, him still standing with the letter for Redwyne and refusing to sit down or do anything else until it was asked of him.