Not Everything In The Darkness Is Evil

[Guinevère]

Helios was a warlord who liked his servants pretty and silent. The outfit she was wearing showed more then she'd ever showed before. While a sheer cloth covered everything, it was sheer enough that you saw right though it. While the Southron army was known for it's strength (especially in numbers), Guinevère was starting to learn that it was also known for the men's enjoyment of evil things. So far she'd manage to avoid being in an awkward place, or the wrong place, or anywhere along with any men. Even the servants here were a bit on the darker side.

Why had this seemed like a good idea? She had not wanted to place a friend of Camelot's in an awkward place by taking in the banished servant-love of the king, so she'd gone somewhere knew.

Carrying a try, she walked down the hall, wishing she could cover her self and trying to find the courage to keep walking and doing this new job. She didn't know her way around, and feared getting lost and evoking someone's rage. Finally she saw another man in the hall. While her heart beat faster and with fear, she knew she had no choice but to ask, so she could deliver the try of bread to someone's room. "E-excuse me," She said in a small voice, not quite being able to see the man in the dim light, but wishing on every star in the sky that someone magically it would turn out to be Arthur, or Merlin, or SOMEONE she knew and loved come to get her out of this!

[Tybalt]

This place was far darker than the likes of Tybalt. There was something very tense in the surrounding air. Very, eerie. BUT... it was a place to spend a few days. A place that he could sing and entertain in exchange for food and shelter. He tried to save as much coin as he could to send back to his family. So the more he could get in exchange for his talents, the better. After all, this was not the first time he had remained here. It was just one of the less desirable places. No matter! Tybalt tried to make the best of any and every situation. There were pretty ladies all around, good company, and how could everything remain so dark, when he lightened it with song? Nope. Not a worry at all. He would just ignore all the talk of violence, aggression, war, and whatever else they liked to converse about that was out of Tybalt's comprehension and interest.

Ignorance is bliss after all.

He was strolling down the hall, softly whistling a tune to himself. When he noticed on the other end a young woman. Clad in the same uniform the man tended to put most others. Now Tybalt was not exactly a pervert. But he was a man. What man did not like to see a woman in such a dress? Though it was easier to charm them when they were comfortable with what they were wearing. When they felt comfortable with themselves. From the woman's first words, she did not seem either. Or maybe she was just shy. Tybalt would change that! When they were close enough to speak, standing in front of each other, Tybalt spoke.

"Greetings fair Maiden," he said as he lowered himself in a theatrical bow before raising his head to look at her once more with a bright smile. She had spoken to him first after all. It always helped when it was the other person encouraging conversation. "Now what is it that I can help you with? Unless of course your excuse is due to the fact that I am simply standing in your way. If that be the case, I truly apologize and grant you access of passage." And with that he stepped aside and motioned his hands forward for her to pass, just in case that be the reason she had said those words. If not... well, it wasn't as if he was going anywhere now was he.

[Guinevère]

Guinevère didn't think he sounded as hardened as the others, but surely he was guilty by assassination. There was something in his tone that was softer then the other men here. Even still, why would he be among them if he did not enjoy the killing as the others. The men here, bragged in detail about some of the things they did. It was disheartening to heart.

being raised in Camelot, Guinevère had not felt sheltered but she knew now that she was. It was a city of safety and light because of Uther, and even more so because of Arthur. While the father had been hard and ruthless, she saw now why he'd had to be. To keep his kingdom from becoming this. "I am lost." She admitted, "I was to take this to the western chambers." But she didn't know the way. Nor sis she knew where she was right now. "Could you tell me, please." Her voice was hesitant and soft, while her head was down like a good servant's should be.

[Tybalt]

Poor girl! If Tybalt had his instrument on him he would have started playing it right now. But for whatever reason, the man in charge didn't like random song being played in his halls. Regardless, from the way she was acting, it appeared that she needed some serious need of cheering up! And Tybalt could think of no better duty that was meant for him, than uplifting a maiden's spirit! "I can do one better for you," he said, his smile never wavering from his face. "I can show where the western chambers are," he suggested. Or offered. Or, either way it was not so easy to get rid of his company.

Especially when she looked so, disheartened. Was that the right word? He did not like to see anyone look so sullen. And so he grinned to keep the mood light, and continued to speak, as it was only appropriate to give proper introduction. "My name is Tybalt. At your service! Whether it be as a tour guide, a minstrel, or just some company to help lighten these darkened halls." Because, everyone felt better when they had some company; when they had a friend. Did they not?

[Guinevère]

Minstrel. That would explain why he seemed different from the men. He wasn't a fighter who took pride in the number of deaths he could bring for the cheapest coin, the way some people sold flowers. He was here to entertain, and humor the masses. Guinevère wasn't sure why, but the idea of mercenaries wanting music was odd, in a way that she could not quite stop thinking about it.

"You're a minstrel?" She asked, trying to make sure she understood. Knowing that didn't make him less dangerous. Even if he was being kind to her right now. "If it would not trouble you, then I would be in your debt if you help find my way around. I've not been here even a day yet. I have become turned around." She wasn't even sure how to get back to the kitchens.