arturius | Two Silver Pieces

[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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[ brightly: ] Some of them! Not that one, though. That one's as real as the day is long.

That's not a convincing argument in the middle of winter, you know.

Note to self? Only tell King Arthur tall tales in the dead centre of summer.

Calling them something other than 'tall tales' would help too.

How obliging! Teaching me how best to pull even more wool over your eyes. What a sweetheart.

Yes, well, you'll find I'm not easy to fool. [No, it's super ridiculously painfully easy to fool him.]

Let the record state that I am interpreting this as a challenge.

Well, so much for being able to count on your for being reliable, then.

[ this catches her off guard. ]

You were, uhm, looking to count on me? [ ... ] Why? [ her demeanor has changed. business-like, now. cool and collected. ]

[No Buffy, he wasn't serious at all about that. But:]

Of course. Who knows what manner of strange, ridiculous words might show up. I needed someone who could tell me what they meant.