Gareth felt like an alien at the tavern, although he was native to Keilaudrin. The type of crowd gathered in the bar at this hour starkly contrasted with the three arrivals. He hoped it wouldn't take long to get a room, for he didn't want to spend much time standing out. Then again, it wasn't like anyone cared too much about the nobody of a squire with hardly a name for himself, and Sophia practically owned the spotlight with her royalty status. Harker had no reason to fear any attention or focus on himself, unless someone was ogling him lasciviously across the bar, which would be more of a compliment than anything. He tapped his boots on the floorboards idly and stared at the ground, avoiding any random glances or stares.