As they entered the great hall, Wallace did his customary once-over of the room, picking out a few of the more important faces to remember where they sat. The hall had cleared out significantly even since the morning, it came as no surprise that most of the guests had no interest in sticking around in the wake of the 'festivities.' He sighed, mulling over the new information as he turned back to Noah. "The king is enjoying his early thirties, although he has the look and the mind of a younger man. He still demands to do things his way. I cannot say I blame him, given the months of legal wrangling that has lead to his coronation. The man deserves a rest," he said. It was a rest he was more than happy to provide. Wallace turned and motioned broadly to the great hall and the lavish leftovers of the celebration. "Make yourself at home, your grace. Keilaudrin is honored to accommodate you if you do not mind waiting for our king. The guardsmen answer to me for the moment, spare the Order of the Thistle, and if you choose to make your lodgings here they will show you to them. I should explain to you, there is a misconduct investigation underway, and the palace is on war footing. The people are tired and tense. You've already seen it at the gate, but try not to mind them."