On Sophia's word, Gareth pivoted on his foot, and he started out for the palace, his figure weaving its way through the patrons of the inn on his path to the door. It seemed his words had an effect on the others in the troupe, and again Harker found himself with stark ambition and firm resolve, an optimism which could carry the group far in their exploits. Although trepidation pervaded his every action, the idea of returning to the castle and hunting for more information failed to daunt his discovered fortitude. Even his social impairments did not hinder his character, with traits fitting of a leader, and Gareth emerged the clear head of their group, united in acting as one body. As he rounded out the door onto the street, aloud he said, "Sophia, Feril, Eva..." Harker swallowed and stifled a cough. "I believe we now take up our pose as a force for good."