Wallace stood and watched the boy give his introduction, searching his mind briefly for the relevance of the emblem the boy carried. Cressen, that put him a long way from home. He wondered how many weeks the road had been for them, but for what it was worth they didn't seem particularly travel weary. He had to remind himself that no matter the age, any boy who had weathered the harsh north was plenty man enough for whatever politics they had sent him to do. No matter the case, he wasn't the first young noble to show their face at the palace. Canti stuck out his left hand to shake with the boy, figuring it was merely his custom. "Welcome to the palace, your grace. I am Wallace Canti, regent and servant of the peace. It does me great honor to welcome you to what's left of our celebration." His expression sobered as he finished his speech and looked away for a moment over the remains of the tent city, spying the various work crews along the walls. "There has been some terrible goings on, but you have thankfully arrived just as things are safe again. Shall we retire to the great hall?" The regent nodded towards the palace proper, standing alone in the deconstruction.