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The weather was fair in the early summer; there was a light breeze that ruffled through the leaves of the trees that kept most of the citadel obscured from view, the skies were blue and the sun burned gently within them. Just outside of Camelot, a small group of traders were readying themselves to approach the gates.
Just one last check of their wares, and they'd be headed in to find their places, set up their stands and find their buyers.
Within, Prince Arthur made his rounds with purpose, and King Uther entertained the Lady Catrina. The people bustled along the streets and squares of the lower town, and the knights gathered near the training field to ready themselves for an afternoon spent having the piss kicked out of them by their liege.
No one particularly expected any strange visitors to show up. But at Camelot, that was rarely a guarantee for anything.
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Just one last check of their wares, and they'd be headed in to find their places, set up their stands and find their buyers.
Within, Prince Arthur made his rounds with purpose, and King Uther entertained the Lady Catrina. The people bustled along the streets and squares of the lower town, and the knights gathered near the training field to ready themselves for an afternoon spent having the piss kicked out of them by their liege.
No one particularly expected any strange visitors to show up. But at Camelot, that was rarely a guarantee for anything.
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