Wallace returned Noah's smile and watched the prince leave for the tables. "It is my privilege." It was a shame really, the nobles without a direct interest in the crown's affairs had bled out of the palace in short order. Now, they were arriving again almost as if to spite him. That was ignoring the latest escapades around the capital, slowly filtering back to him from his remaining eyes. The boy's words came back to him one last time as he turned to leave, it'd been a while since anyone had called him honest. That reminded him, he had some loose threads to tie off. He left the prince and the great hall for the palace corridors. The prince's arrival was turning out to be a valuable reminder that at some point the king would need to be returned, regardless of what opposition the Order would put up against him. To make that growing conflict worse, he could no longer count upon Redwyne and the stability of his administration.