One Silver Piece - [Action / Voice]

[arturius]

[Arthur jolted awake, shivering. His first thought was his sword, immediately reaching for it, only to find snow waiting for him. He soon realized he was half naked in the snow. Not good. It must have been an enchantment. His sister's doing, no doubt. All he had to his name was simple pants and a strange book. After yelling for Merlin for a bit, he gritted his teeth, tightened his jaw, and picked a direction. Fortunately a small abandoned outpost wasn't too far away. Inside he found some spare clothing, some food, and a map.

His first stop was the smithy. He had intended to request a weapon, hoping to find some loyalty to Camelot. But after discovering the recently claimed sword in the stone and no staff present, he simply took the weapon back. Far be it for him to deal with thieves. The shirt of chainmail was most likely his as well. He took that back in short order as well, pulling it back on. This was no doubt a town of thieves and sorcerers. They must have abandoned him in the snow, figuring he would freeze to death. Well, they thought wrong. He would be getting to the bottom of this.

And what better place to find bandits than a tavern? He had no gold on him, but he figured he would rectify that problem once he had found his attackers. So sitting down at the bar, he slapped the bar, and ordered a cold tankard of mead, while carefully surveying the occupants in the bar.]

[Voice] (after his time at the bar)

I am Arthur Pendragon, King of Camelot. If there are any other citizens of Camelot still loyal to me, speak up. There are important matters to discuss.

((ooc: so for the record, if you want to action it up, he can be found at Good Spirits or later, in the plaza during his voice message))

Comments

[herotypical]

I suppose you could stand on a soap-box in the middle of the town, instead. Kinda lacks on the dignity front though, doesn't it?

[arturius]

I think I'd save a bit more dignity than talking to a book.

[herotypical]

Seriously? Do you understand the concept of the soap-box?

[arturius]

Of course I do, I'm not stupid. It's a box of soap.

[herotypical]

Well -- yeah. Literally. But what about when you think, y'know, outside the box?

[arturius]

... I don't plan on being in the box. You said on a soapbox.

[herotypical]

There's a joke in there, somewhere. I think it went over your head.

[arturius]

It's possible you're not actually all that funny.

[herotypical]

N-nope. That's actually a proven impossibility.

[arturius]

All that's proven to me is that you're extraordinarily difficult to understand. But your mead is good and your demeanor friendly enough. So I won't hold a lack of humor against you.

[herotypical]

Gee. How magnanimous of you.

[arturius]

Indeed. I get that a lot. [A nod and he raises his 'tankard' before finishing it off.]

[herotypical]

...You do, do you? Tell me. What else do you get a lot?

[arturius]

More than my share of backtalk.

[herotypical]

...Then you'll be right at home, here. The locals are keen on backtalk.

[arturius]

All the more reason to prepare to leave. [Which he realizes he needs to actually do. The mead is good, but this is a dire situation. He can't chat up the pretty barmaid all day, so he stands.] Thank you for the mead, but I need to make ready to leave.

[herotypical]

...Good luck. Let me know how it goes, alright? Come sweep me off my very clean feet if you find a way out.

[arturius]

[He detects the doubt and sarcasm there. But he treats it at face value.]

Of course. I won't leave people stranded here. Good day, Buffy. [With that, he turns to leave.]