Gareth cradled it in his arms as Walden finished up his talk. "Of course, sir, thank you." With a bow, he took the sheathed sword and hooked it through a loop on his belt, one made just for that sort of thing. 'Whichever seamstress it was put thought into these pants...' Thank goodness he paid the extra silver for higher quality clothing when he needed formal wear. With a grin on his face put on for Walden, he chuckled to himself. He doubted he'd ever use the sword much, and he loved his bow too much now to change his preferred mode of combat. But as it was, Sir Walden dismissed him already, and Harker was permitted to leave. "Perhaps I shall be seeing you again soon." Another polite bow and a laugh, and he left Sir Walden alone to return to the great hall. Things were clearing up now. He maintained his innocence and wouldn't be trialed for Redwyne's passing, but he foreboded an arrest in the coming hours. Another person might come to trial again; another murder needed solving. Odd that he was the only person trustworthy enough for Walden to put such a task into the hands of. His newest role would be of an observer, and now he had to tune his senses for pure analysis.