Woods Outside Camelot, Sunday Afternoon

With August now behind them, Camelot was starting to cool. It was not yet so cold that it took effort for Arthur to bluff his way out of the castle, but given a few more weeks, it might well get to that point.

He'd figure out what to do when it happened.

Now, though, it was about a week since Francine and Katchoo had departed, and he had a strange urge to get into contact with the world outside of Camelot. And so, he'd brought his phone back to his usual clearing amidst the trees.

He tossed a few calls out to the world. Who knew what'd come up.

[[ open for phone calls! ]]