Noah filed in, right beside Wallace, marveling at the Palace's structure fully. "Well, I will pray that King Bard is being taken very well care of." Noah responded, turning his head to fully appreciate everything the sights of the courtyard and Palace had to offer. "How old is the King?" Noah randomly asked. His father had not told him much about the man named Bard, but his father did tell him that he was the third son of a previous King. Noah assumed that meant the King would be in his early twenties, although Noah this was probably not the case, as he was just hoping the king would be young so that he could build an actual friendship with the King. The Palace and courtyard that Noah strolled through was much different from the capital of Cressen. A snow-capped fortress with 6 metre thick walls, and a barren courtyard. The south was definitely as pretty as his father had made it out to be.