Walden's face turned to an instant somberness as Gareth emptied everything he felt, and everything he thought onto him. Walden took a long drink from his ale, before standing up from his seat, and walking after the young man. Walden had seen this happen before, but not in someone as young as Gareth. Gareth walked at a much faster pace than Walden, but Walden attempted to keep up. Walden was determined to talk to the squire, and calm his emotions. Walden did not yell after the troubled young man, despite every bone in his body wanting to shout out. He would simply follow the young man to the place he planned to run to, and talk to him there. All the while following Gareth, Walden possessed the grim and dark visage of that of a man, deeply troubled himself.