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Just to behold this woman’s beauty for a few moments would have been enough for Gwaine if she did not want to respond to his words. However, for now he was being graced with her company for a while longer, and he could only express how grateful he was for that fact through his teases and of course his charming ways. Gwaine wondered how such beauty could end up merely serving nobles for a living. Then again, and although he was slightly bias, the female servants in Camelot were quite good looking on the whole. It made the fact that he lived in the castle more enjoyable, as there was always a woman to distract him.

He nodded as the woman correctly identified him and gave an over exaggerated bow. “The very same, though I would prefer it if you just called me Gwaine.” Hardly anyone called him Sir Gwaine anyway, so it made sense that this woman shouldn’t have to address him in such a formal way either. Gwaine didn’t particularly like having a title. True, he did enjoy being a knight, but he had abandoned his noble title when he had left home, only to now be given a new one. He didn’t really feel like he wanted a title as it looked as if he was superior to the man on the street. Gwaine knew that in some ways he was just like everyone else, except he had the privilege of ensuring the safety of those who resided within Camelot. “Now tell me, how did such a pretty face end up serving those who could never hope to equal your beauty.”

Gwaine still felt like he was getting a feel for Camelot and its people. In a way he had almost expected a sort of waste land, and terrified people hiding in their homes. After all, even after all these years, stories of the Great Purge were widely circulated across Albion. However, it was certainly livelier and less... drastic than other places in Albion. Especially Cenred's Kingdom. Now Gwaine wouldn't be going back there anytime soon. That really had been people living in fear of an over bearing King. Gwaine had no time for the nobility, despite his past status. Cenred was a prime example of the nobility only looking after their own interests. Gwaine coughed slightly, feeling himself getting slightly angry at even the thought of Cenred. He wasn't that convinced that Uther and his son were any better. Then again, Gwaine doubted he would ever have the misfortune to meet either of them.

He continued to just walk around the small village, because he had nothing better to do. It wouldn't do to get drunk this early in the day, and besides, he almost felt quite safe here. For once he felt like he wasn't looking over his shoulder every two minutes worrying that he was going to get mugged. It wasn't as if Gwaine couldn't hold his own, as he was incredibly well trained with a sword, but still, it was inconvenient, and his shirt was finally clean. Gwaine straightened out his jacket and folded his arms as he heard some commotion coming from up ahead. Perhaps he had been too quick to judge Camelot as quite a slow, and friendly place. Though it wouldn't hurt for the place to be a bit livelier really. He strode forwards quite quickly until he could see some sort of performance being enacted in front of his eyes.

From what he could gather, they were enacting some sort of death scene. Gwaine couldn't help but chuckle; they were certainly amusing. He clapped along with the crowd as the performance drew to a close. Amongst the actors was a pretty young woman. Of course Gwaine was quick to spot her; he had an eye for these things. And he shifted himself so he could get a better look of her, of course he wouldn't be too desperate because that wasn't his way. Was there really much difference between this girl and the next? Well only time would tell. Gwaine did however move so he could intercept the woman if she came into the crowd; he was sure that she would prove interesting to converse with at the very least.

Of course Percival should be glad of Gwaine's protection, as it meant that he would never come to any harm under his watch. Cocking a grin at Percival, it was hard to keep a straight face at his friend. Not even imagining that Gwaine was protecting some young, slim, brunette was working. In fact, that just made it worse. "Well at least we'll be sure that neither of us will be attacked." He winked up at Percival and chuckled to himself, still unable to get the image of Percival as a young woman out of his head. That would be one image that he would never be sharing with his friend. It might just traumatise him too much. Anyway, that was getting totally off topic; which was pretty normal for Gwaine. It was so boring to stay on one task at a time; his head was already racing towards the next thing. At the moment, it was the promise of an ale at the end of the patrol.

He nodded up at Percival, glad that there would be no further delay to their journey to the tavern. At this time of night the place would surely be booming, and no doubt his presence would already be being missed. He had turned into quite the regular after all. Gwaine rubbed his arms with the palms of his hands as he waited for Percival to hand over the patrol; the night air had certainly set in. The sooner they could get some ale down their throats the better. At least the tavern would be warm.

"Night men." Gwaine saluted the pair and flashed them a quick grin before turning towards the Rising Sun; Percival by his side. He looked up to his fellow knight and rubbed his hands together. "I think I can hear ale calling," He enthused as the tavern came into sight, "You first, after all, I am protecting us both." He jested once more with his friend, stepping aside so Percival could enter the tavern before he did.

The celebrations for Arthur’s coronation were going to plan so far. Gwaine probably wasn’t the only Knight to express surprise about the fact that everything was going fine and nothing had happened yet. However, having said that, Gwaine had probably cursed the entire evening and sentenced them all to death. However, so long as no one knew it was him who had delivered the kiss of death then everything would be fine. Gwaine’s eyes scanned the room as he tried to focus on something else and he was quite pleased to find that there was a healthy amount of women in attendance tonight. A few of them, Gwaine had had the pleasure of flirting with before, but there were many fresh faces to jest with and flirt.

Circling the room, Gwaine was disappointed to find that his words with a pretty red haired noblewoman didn’t go down as he had expected. She returned a few of his jests before raising her hand to show a pretty little wedding ring set upon it. Hmm, that was disappointing. Gwaine however continued onwards, not letting this little setback ruin his evening. After all, you didn’t have to have a woman strung along with your words to enjoy an evening did you? Gwaine could think of many other ways of entertaining himself, and one of them involved a rather large amount of ale.

However, as Gwaine was in his Knightly uniform tonight, he couldn’t just drink himself silly as he had a reputation to uphold. The Knights of Camelot were some of the most respected in all of Camelot, and despite Gwaine’s drinking habits, he would have to keep himself under control for now. Gwaine rejoined some of the knights in some jovial light hearted conversation, one of them began to tease him about the fact he was wasting time with them rather than finding a pretty face to focus on. Gwaine took it all on the chin of course, many of his fellow knights often took it in turns to jest at him, rather than with him.

Gwaine drained his goblet with relative ease and stepped back so that he could find a servant to refill it for him. Quickly all his problems of the evening were solved as a pretty young blonde rushed forwards to fill his goblet. “I think that I would much prefer to share this drink with you, rather than have you serve it miss.” He grinned at her, surely no one could refuse such an invitation, “Would you oblige me with your company a while longer?”

Gwaine was quite surprised that Griff was so up for moving onwards to the next tavern. The first issue would be getting the young man out of his seat, but maybe the temptation of a pretty lady would tempt him. After all, he was too young to be hung up over woman. It was safe to say that Gwaine didn’t really understand the concept of love. Perhaps it was one of those things which you could only understand once you were in love. Gwaine hadn’t really been around the same woman for long enough to let feelings develop past anything but friendship. But, oh well, it wasn’t really something that Gwaine dwelled on for that long. For now, the prospect of moving onto the next tavern was distracting him.

No red heads? That was a bit too specific for Gwaine’s liking. He presumed that the woman who Griff had left was ginger, or perhaps he had had a traumatic experience with another woman who was ginger. Gwaine didn’t really want to ask because it would probably lead to yet more grief from the young man, and wasn’t this evening all about having fun? Gwaine therefore just shrugged, “More for me then.” He grinned and stood up rather too quickly. Gwaine took a few moments to steady himself and put his hands on the table until he was certain that he could stand on his own two feet by himself. Pushing himself back off the table he looked at Griff and ran a hand through his hair, “Come on, there’s a tavern just down the road which has a bit of a... loose reputation.” He winked quickly, perhaps that would tempt Griff to his feet rather quickly and would mean they could get on their way sooner rather than later. The night was still young, and they could start to sober up on the walk to the next tavern. Griff still hadn’t moved so Gwaine raised an eye brow at his friend, “You coming? Or do I have to go into the company of women alone?”

To Gwaine,being sober was an incredibly bad thing. Some of the best nights of his life had been had whilst being drunk, and the only issue he had with being a Knight was that he had to remain sober sometimes for days at a time. After all, what use would he be in defending the Kingdom if he was hungover? Probably very little, but then again Gwaine had been in tavern brawls where he had been half cut and he usually came out the best. However he wasn't prepared to risk it in his knightly robes. It would hardly be the done thing would it?


He grinned across at Arthur and shrugged. "Embrace my inner sobriety?" The words mulled across his mouth and he found himself giving a short chuckle. "I think I love the ale too much to consider that." That was incredibly true, ale was the food source of Gwaine's life. His new life as a Knight had not changed his attitudes towards drink, it had just reigned it in a bit.

Of course this all felt like Gwaine was dancing on egg shells, or so to speak. He was so afraid of speaking the wrong thing that he was almost not composed around Arthur for one of the first times. He had never really been in this sort of situation with a fellow knight before. Arthur wasn't really opening up to him at all and he wanted to fee at ease with his friend once more. Perhaps this tension was all in Gwaine's head, but it was something that could hardly be faked with ease. "You alright?" Was about as much as Gwaine could manage, it wasn't easy having these sort of man to man chats, and this wasn't the easiest of topics.

Overall it hadn't been the easiest day or so for Gwaine since his arrival in Camelot. The problem was that this problem wasn't physical, or something which could be dealt with with the sword, like he was so used to. No, this was a mental issue, which made it a lot more difficult to comprehend. Gwaine had overall found the turn of events rather difficult to take in. It had gone from the excitement of the engagement to the disbelief of a fellow brother literally being raised from the dead to this...utter mess. Gwaine wasn't quite sure what to make of it all, of course the town was already alight with gossip but Gwaine wasn't paying too much attention to it. It was probably better that way. He didn't really want to hear anything which would vie in favour of either side.

Arthur was his close friend, one of his band of Knightly brothers, and of course it was quite distressing to see him in such a predicament. But on the flip side of this, Gwaine was very close to Gwen, he had flirted with her on his first trip to Camelot and since then she had become a friendly face who he could speak to.

Now Gwaine found himself on patrol with the former of the two involved in his thoughts, and Gwaine wasn't quite sure what to make of it. He kept wanting to just be like himself, and lighten the mood with the occasional jest or his usual chatter. However, it had almost seemed to lose its appeal. He was quite concerned about saying the wrong thing and just making a bad situation worse. Then again, how could this possibly get any worse?

Perhaps a bit of normality was just what Arthur needed. He ran a hand through his hair and looked across at the King, his friend. Although he knew that there was no way he could make this better, perhaps there was a hope Gwaine could at least lift his spirits or distract him for a while. "You could cut the tension in this forest in half with a sword." Gwaine opted for a joke, and let out a small chuckle. It really probably wasn't appropriate but that was how Gwaine dealt with a situation, he jested about it and hoped for the best. He now turned his attentions back to the matter at hand, which was of course the patrol, "Shall we circle around the east of the woods and turn back that way?" He was trying to sound like he knew what he was doing and failing miserably, "It'll give us time to disperse some of this," He waved his sword about in front of him rather uselessly, "Tension." It was the most non direct way Gwaine could think of to ask Arthur if he was alright, but it was also the least awkward way he could think of.

The more Gwaine drank, the giddier he got. At least he took pleasure in the fact that he was a happy drunk. Not that he got drunk that much. After all, it was quite dangerous to let yourself become too drunk when you traveled on your own. However, sometimes it was unnecessary to let your hair down or as so to speak. Gwaine was a great believer in having fun, but now he thought about it, perhaps Griff was beyond standing or even moving. Gwaine himself was getting rather tired; ale had that unfortunate effect on him.

Did this place even have beds? Well Gwaine had slummed it before, he was sure he could do it again. As for Griff, he didn't think he would care much where he slept; he didn't look as if he had moved for days anyway. He took another swig of ale, because that would clearly help, and pressed his lips together.

Now what could two half cut men get up to in a tavern? Unfortunatly there was a lack of women; that was annoying. He groaned slightly but turned his attentions back to his young friend. "Perhaps we could get up to some mischief?" He grinned, "Or we could do something like truths, always a bit depressing, or we could just sit here and you could enthuse about your tragic life?" He winked, he was of course just joking, "Or we could move onto the next tavern and hope there are some beautiful women to help take our minds off the world."

To be honest, he and Percival went together almost hand in hand. Where Gwaine spoke quite often, and without really thinking about when to stop, Percival was the one to listen rather than retort with just as much talking. That wasn't to say that he was boring, or that his choice of conversation was as dull as dishwater. No it was quite the opposite. Gwaine was glad that Percival gave him free reigns with the conversation, as it should really not be any other way. Plus, Gwaine enjoyed the other knight's company anyway. It made the time before he had an ale in his hands more bearable.

Gwaine was still adament that he wasn't scared so he looked across at his fellow brother with a grin. "Don't worry too much if you are too scared of course. I'm always here to protect us both." He chuckled, he was but jesting. Percival was more than capable of protecting himself and Gwaine knew that. It was quite interesting how different each of the knights were in the way that they chose to defend themselves. They all had their different fighting styles, but that meant that they all worked together quite well. Overall the knights of Camelot were strong unit, and they would hopefully remain like that for some time to come.

Handing the reigns over for the patrol and quickly moving on was the best idea Percival had had all night. Gwaine nodded and quickened his pace. The motivation of a good ale was probably the best motivation that someone could have. "Sounds like a plan, then we can grab an ale at the rising sun?" He suggested with a grin as they gained on the guards in front of them.