Noah nodded to Wallace's advice. His father had told him the same thing. He was far too young to be getting caught up in all the lies and games at court, and far too vulnerable to do such in a foreign court. "Thank you for your hospitality, Sir Regent." Noah thanked Wallace. Noah looked around the room, finding the left over food still sitting on the table to be a welcome sight. Jerky and potato stew was the staple of Northern food, so Noah didn't get the chance for much else. Noah smiled up at Wallace. "I appreciate everything you've told me. My father always said, an honest man is a good man." Noah said referencing how upfront Wallace had been with his explanation with what was going on, instead of sugar coating it. Noah marched forward, ready to assault the food that laid on the Great Hall's many tables. Noah quickly found a seat, carefully picking a piece of meat and fruit, and placing it on the silver plate in front of him. With his left hand, he also grabbed a pitcher of water, and poured himself a glass. It looked awkward, considering he was using but one hand, but he did a good enough job that he still hid his entire right arm, still.