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Grettir was very much enjoying the liberty of walking about, exploring the world. Of course he had seen it before. But quite a bit has changed in the past several decades. To be free of his duty to guard the bridge had both felt like a relief and yet, a bit unfortunate. The Fisher King's lands, his bridge that bordered the kingdom, would always be his home. While he fully intended to return one day, it was not anytime soon. For in the meantime, he covered the ground, using the more traditional mode of transportation: walking. It was only this way that he would fully experience what was out there. His latest venture landed him on the soils of Camelot. A great kingdom; one that held so much potential that every being of the Old Religion was well aware of. Some wished to see it fall, and did what they could do achieve this. While others supported its reign and did all they could to watch it succeed. Grettir, was neutral.

Seeing as how he was not the violent kind, he tended to remain disengaged from all of the plots to over throw it. The ultimate one was coming though, and he would have nothing to do with it. Camelot would be built without his help, without the help of many of his kind. So instead, he would enjoy it when he could. Seeing what it was about this particular kingdom that made it so appealing. He currently found himself in the countryside, coming across an estate, one that he did not know the owner of.

What drew him to it though was the very large, very elaborately green hedge maze. It looked like quite a bit of fun. And Grettir, being a man who appreciated the natural environment, knew it would make for a good stroll. He stood at the entrance, not yet walking in. The side of his mouth titled upwards into a half smile, as he thought the idea rather clever. The last hedge maze he had been through as the Labyrinth of Gedref, and that had been a wonderful experience. Who would have thought to put such a maze in the lawn of a noble's estate. Rather ingenious indeed. So instead of entering, he waited, and turned his head to look about. Walking right in would be trespassing, so perhaps he would wait for someone to come out so that he could ask permission, which if he did not, could be considered a bit disrespectful.

Grettir was on his way to one of the greatest kingdoms. Or at least, one that was destined for greatness. But that was not before it would be plagued with ruthlessness, one that surpassed even Uther. A reign of terror followed by a reign of prosperity. One came in exchange for the other. Besides, greatness often requires that seemingly close call of impending doom before things get better. With all this knowledge that Grettir had, he could not breath a word. T'was not in his place to dispel this inside information. It would be known to all soon enough. In fact, very soon. Morgana's betrayal would be recognized and the kingdom would go through days of turmoil, but surely in the end, everything would work out. It must.

He had finally reached the city gates, casually making his way inside, the only thing laden in his hands was a pack which had an extra change of clothes. He did not need anything else. Well, besides food. It seemed he had arrived just in time to fill that empty hole in the pit of his stomach that was sounding for nourishment. The streets were busy, as it was mid afternoon. From what he gathered from the few words he could catch from passerbys, and the tremendous amount of knights from other kingdoms, and visitors in general, there was some sort of tournament going on. Wonderful! Not only had he arrived in the nick of time to get food, but perhaps he could even enjoy the barbaric entertainment of two men fighting each other to the death.

As he walked through the streets, he occasionally looked at different vendors. He would have to make a few rounds before deciding upon what he wished to fill the hunger in his stomach. He also knew to tread carefully in a kingdom such as this. While he did not fear execution, as it was easy enough to evade the magicless knights, he'd rather not have a warrant for his arrest and be labeled a fugitive. He already stuck out like a sore thumb, as he did most places he went, and while it did not bother him, he was wise enough to evade trouble. Or, maybe he was not that wise at all. For he stopped walking when he saw a face. He had never met her, but it was clear to tell who she was.

She, like Emrys, like Arthur, like this kingdom, was destined for greatness. Half a smile crept on his lips as he knew he had to take advantage of the opportunity to meet her. She had suffered through quite a bit, with all the news of her near execution. She obviously had survived at the end of the day, but it showed the danger she was in. Grettir was not quite certain what the would tell her, but he knew he had to just speak to the future Queen of this kingdom. He walked up to her, until he was standing right next to Guinevère, and looking up at the woman. "Why 'ello there," he greeted with a smile, in a very confident tone, one that made it seem like they had met before and that they knew each other well. Where as in reality, this was somewhat one sided.