Wallace considered the other man's questions for a long, silent while the two approached the door to the Tower of the Thistle. From his position, it would be damning to deny the truth at this juncture and it could do little harm anyway. "Feril is a courier who had the misfortune of delivering a package that was sent to this castle but without a recipient. It found its way into someone's hands by chance, and they, for whatever nefarious reason, split the parcel in two. The box went to the king, and he seems to have retained it as it has not resurfaced since. Morgan either knows this, or he detained her just because she's a courier. Whatever the case, he knows that I know now. And, so do you." Again, he unlocked the door to the tower and returned to the daylight outside. The palace grounds had grown still after the morning bustle, the guards were mostly occupied with patrolling the walls and interiors at this point. Only a skeleton crew of workers stood by the gates attempting to restore them to active service. "As for my personal assessment of Thomas, I feel he's a good man. He's someone that people can depend upon and I am simply on a road that places us in conflict. In that regard, he is dangerous and no doubt cruel, but I have a use for that sort of person." The nature of the second question awoke a curiosity in him, and he realized that his assessment of the change in atmosphere when Thomas arrived had been at least partially correct. "But what about you? Sir Thomas is certainly an enigmatic man, I'm curious to hear what you think of him."