Gareth returned to his small quarters, and he dropped his boxe, which he promptly began sorting through, on a table. The clothes he stuffed in his wardrobe, firstly, but the books he shelved on the wall and the knickknacks he placed somewhat randomly about the room. In the privacy of his room, he wondered whether Sophia was done or not and whether he'd have anything else to do for the day. His inner ramblings were interrupted by the grumble of a stomach that hadn't had a proper meal all day, and he considered his questions answered. He left the room for the great hall, and once there he found a seat and put together a plate for himself from the food prepared an hour ago for lunch. The meal he made had roasted chicken, bread, and mashed potatoes, and immediately the starving half-elf set to work consuming the lunch—with all manner of public etiquette in mind.