Wallace watched the entourage leave with raised eyebrows. He'd grown so used to certain overprotective details that watching them simply leave a crown royal for a 'night in the tavern' was equal parts refreshing and surprising. It wasn't as if the boy prince was in harm's way in Mullen castle, however. Wallace motioned for Noah to follow him with a gentle wave, and began to trod off towards the Great Hall's large exterior doors, talking as he went. "King Bard is tucked safely away somewhere with his knights, he will make himself available when he finds it suitable to do so. Or rather, when his guards see fit." He grinned to himself, recalling the fervor with which the Thistle Knights kept their liege in safety. They'd come out when they were ready, whenever that was. It gave him more than enough time. "For the moment, there is only me, but I would like to believe that you will be able to deliver your regards personally before too long."