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Camelot stood peaceful as it sometimes did: no sorcerers had been burned in about a forthnight, there were no bandits getting particularly close to the city proper, and there were no real problems with the food or water.

Inside one room, the Lady Catrina and her servant busied themselves with something particularly noxious-smelling. And a trinket. But that was hardly of any import just yet. After all, that was their business.

In the morning, the knights would head out for training. In the afternoon, Uther would recieve citizens in need of mediation or favours in his audience chamber. The markets would bustle, and the farmers would work.

Yes. It was just another day in Camelot.

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

Date: 2010-09-08 06:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com
"Remind me to refile you in my mental Rolodex then." Spoken in the tone of I say this, but it's never going to happen. Yes. "Since it's either pester the hell out of you or try and get you to talk, and it'd be easier to -- to -- tow a frikkin' haycart with my teeth."

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

Date: 2010-09-08 08:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com
Had Katchoo been anyone else -- which is to say someone with a modicum of optimism -- she'd have argued the point. "No, obviously not," she muttered, though she couldn't keep it from being at least a little acerbic. "And bad things happen when we go out drinking."

Re: Training Grounds, Later Sunday Morning

Date: 2010-09-08 08:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thismaskiwear.livejournal.com
"I've been keeping away from it myself," Katchoo grunted. (She'd noticed the, er, free-flowing-ness.) "So what the hell does that leave for us to do, really?"

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