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[A week ago, Arthur left on his horse to explore the outer edge of the barrier more thoroughly than he had before. He didn't leave with much warning, hoping he would simply find a way out. But it was a week out in the cold and not too comfortable, but he'd dealt with worse while traveling with his knights throughout the Five Kingdoms. Even so, he was quite happy to be able to return to his apartment for a much needed bath. Fortunately he didn't need a servant to have a hot bath warmed up for him. One advantage of Luceti science, it seemed. Though he considered it only a moment's rest. He would need to resume his efforts later.

Today Arthur can be seen in town again for the first time in awhile, leading his horse into the market area. He's collecting supplies again, being a little more thorough than previously. He'd had to raid the New Feather stations more than once the last week, so he wasn't keen on doing that again. As always, he's in his chainmail, but that's covered with an extra long coat on top, concealing it for the most part. He's really not that good with the whole 'staying put' thing. Not while Camelot is in peril. But there's some things he wants to know before he heads out again. So his best bet is the journal, unfortunately. Something he's more or less been ignoring the past week. Well. Here he goes again.]

First of all, I know I'll be told what I'm doing is absolutely useless, so I don't need a reminder of that. What I'd like to know is how thoroughly the barrier around the mountains and ocean have been explored. Say what you will, but I don't believe any fortress is perfect. I intend to explore the outer edges of the mountain soon, so any information would be greatly appreciated.

Failing that, I'll require a ship to sail around the edge of the barrier. Would any such vessel be available?

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[It was a very confusing pep talk. Not quite the sort he'd give to his knights, but... it was spirited.]

Of course, how could I forget? I'm Arthur Pendragon.

Pleased to make your full acquaintance, Mister Pendra--

[Could it be? Why, she's not read Blackmore's heroic epics in such a very long time! Not since Port Royal, surely!]

As in the king?

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[... he's really going to have to stop using his last name. Oh well.]

The same. I suppose that saves me the trouble of talking about myself.

I read about you in a poem! A very long one, in fact. A heroic poem, which I find rather fitting.

[She sounds delighted.]

It is good to hear another from England.

[Oh. Lovely. He's a subject of poetry now. He's so completely and totally thrilled.]

England?

Well, yes. You are...ah, the history is a bit tricky, isn't it. Let me see.

[She tries to recall from the story.]

Briton may sound more correct.

[... not much better. But he'll do his part to help.]

I'm from Camelot. The whole of the land surrounding it is known as Albion.

Oh! But that is the oldest name England has! You're simply quite a bit before my time.

[How to address a former king?]

My lord.

[That's suitable.]

[Well, so that's interesting. England is what Albion becomes? He may have to inquire about that later.]

... there's really no need for that, here. I have no kingdom here. [Even if, okay, he kind of liked hearing that again. Especially someone saying it sincerely at that.]

Is there an address you prefer? Though there is no shame in maintaining one's titles, here. You may have no claim over Luceti, but one's honour remains.

[At least, she believed that.]

[Well. There is that. And though it seems a little odd for, this is technically true:]

I'm still a knight of Camelot, no matter where I may be. If it's a title you want, Sir Arthur will do.

Then Sir Arthur it will be. Do forgive me if I do not know when we meet, as hearing your voice is hardly a proper introduction. I would be willing to meet, if you so wish, to help with your plan.

If you'd like. [Though he sort of wants to make a point about how dangerous it is for pretty young women to go running off with men they met on magical journals. Even if they are kings.] Do you have somewhere in mind?

[She must sound very pretty, then.]

Not particularly. Perhaps over a cup of tea, at the shop? Or the fountain, if that is easier.

[Only because he's noticing a pattern. Only women want to help him.]

The fountain. [Cough.] The fountain would be good. [Even Arthur in all his medieval-ness knows the implication of meeting a woman in a restaurant like that.]

[Silly king, there are no such implications. Just a woman being silly bold in her politeness even for her time.]

I will see you there, Sir Arthur.

Right. Likewise.

[Well, it's a good thing he washed up before hitting the journals. He's more or less fit to be seen in public, though he straps on the chainmail and tucks his blade into his belt. He can never be too careful. He'll reach the plaza soon enough.]

[Elizabeth steps out into the air and heads for the fountain, House 7 not to far a trek all, and particularly less so without the burden of skirts. She finds it will be increasingly difficult to convince him of her post on the Britannia in them, and with that, she quickly dons her Chinese armour over her slip, down to the jian and cutlass at each hip. Only her hat is left behind, her hair hanging down over the leather that guards her chest and shoulders.

When she reaches the square, she keeps her eyes for someone who looks like a knight... and the chainmail is a bit of a giveaway. She smiles and calls to him.]

Sir Arthur, I presume?

[... well, that armor is certainly unusual. He doesn't quite expect the woman approaching to be the one he's waiting for until she's actually speaking to him. She actually reminds him of Morgause. Though that is not, perhaps, the greatest of similarities.]

I am. You must be Elizabeth, then.

[Her smile is warm as she approaches.]

Indeed I am. A pleasure to finally meet you here where a full acquaintance can be made.

[She does a small curtsey out of habit, hardly anything befitting someone before the king of England, but her knees bend slightly and her head nods for a brief display of respect. She is a lady, still, in some ways.]

[Well, she's certainly courteous. If he didn't know better, he'd think she was actually some sort of noble. In turn, he offers nothing more than the slightest nod of the head. He is, after all, a king.]

Likewise. That's... unusual armor that you're wearing. [The armor itself being unusual.]

[She looks down at her ensemble and back at him, her expression still bright.]

It is from the Orient. Singapore, specifically.

[Sailors are quite well travelled, king!]

Somewhere I've not heard of. Is it far? [From England, he supposes. Since they both seem to have that in common.]

Five months at sea, if not more. [She rests a hand atop the the pommel of her jian.]

I can't really imagine that much time on sea. [Not that he's ever crossed anything bigger than a very large lake.]

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