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Eleni smiled brightly when the woman, Elsa, said that she had a nice name. It was clear that the fear was starting to ebb away, and that she was feeling more and more comfortable in the woman's presence. "Thank you!" She replied politely. She did not totally fail in remembering her manners after all. The nice lady seemed to totally understand that her papa looked like a papa! That he would look silly if he didn't. She understood her perfectly, and that only made Eleni more relaxed. Her enthusiasm only grew when she said that her mama must have been beautiful. "Thank you!" she said again, not having realized that she said the identical phrase, in almost the exact same tone. "What's your mama's name? Do you look like your mama?" Eleni had never met her mama, or well she had when she was little. But he papa talked about her often.

Eleni was slightly disappointed when she said that she wasn't an angel, but almost instantly perked up again when she promised to help her. "No, you don't know my mama," she concluded. Because her mama was an angel and if Elsa wasn't one... then she wouldn't have met her! Remembering her manners once more, Eleni suddenly realized something. She held her doll forward to show Elsa. "This is Maggie!" She introduced before looking at the dolls face. "Maggie, this is Missy Elsa." Because she was an adult, and it was best to be respectful. Eleni turned back to look at Elsa. "Maggie says she happy to meet you. And..." She held the doll's face to her ear, as if it was whispering something to her. "And she says thank you, for helping me find my Papa!" Even though they had not found him yet, she felt comforted and assured that they would!

Eleni had been so very excited to go the market with her papa. They had all moved to a new kingdom, and like their last home, they lived in the country. Tybalt had moved here due to a certain someone having spoken so highly of Camelot. And quite frankly, he'd not been disappointed thus far. Of course as a minstrel he may have to travel once more to find work; or maybe the kingdom would have something to offer. Regardless, today was a day to explore the city. The hustle and bustle of the market place. Tybalt loved crowds! He loved people! But unfortunately, the large crowd worked against him today. He had warned Eleni to stay close to him, but as a child, she was so easily distracted and wandered off. Sending her father into a frenzy as he weaved through the crowd, desperately calling her name. But with the loud chatter of the city, he was barley heard. Leaving Eleni terrified. She stood there, clutching to her doll as the tears were starting to well up in her eyes.

She felt scared, intimidated... she just wanted her papa! Holding onto the stuffed raggy doll so tight, her tiny body began to tremble with fear. The last time she had been separated from her papa, some men had tried to take her away. Kidnap! Put her in a smelly cage! And now...... she was scared and alone. Seeing a woman approach her, and hearing her speak to... her? Eleni's large eyes widened even more as she looked up at the tall lady. She was no evil man! But would she take her away too? Eleni was taught to be polite, but she was also taught not to talk to strangers! "N-no," she lied, her eyes falling to the ground, when the lady asked her if she was lost. Eleni had not been taught how to lie. The guilt of not telling the truth was what made her downcast her gaze, so slowly, she looked back up at the woman. She seemed nice! But... "M-my Papa tells me not to talk to strangers," she told her, but there was evident fear in being left alone again in her tone of voice.

Tybalt was so very glad that he had been told of this glorious place! Everyone had heard of Camelot, of course they had. He had even visited this land not too long ago. But it was a certain woman that talked about it so highly, that he had been convinced to move here. And he was indeed glad that he had. He and his entire clan of a family had moved to Camelot. With their combined earnings, they managed to buy a small sliver of land. Their house hardly fit the lot of them, but it would be decent for the time being. Until they were able to afford larger living quarters. It was perfect though. This place was perfect! Tybalt decided to take advantage of the beautiful sunny weather by venturing to the market. He would also be scouring around looking for work. He knew he could not stay in Camelot too long, for if business was not good, he would be off doing what wandering minstrels did: wander.

But alas, he would enjoy his time here while he could. He was already adoring the market. The busy streets, the large crowd of people. Everything about it was incredible! Perhaps it was his over zealous out look on life, or perhaps meeting Gwen was fate. It was upon her suggestion that he came here, and he only wished he knew where she was so that he could properly thank her for her excellent recommendation. In this precise moment, Tybalt believed it to be fate. For up ahead, in the not so far distance, he saw her. None other than Gwen! She was no longer clad in that skimpy little outfit that Helios had put on her. But in a gown that gave her almost a more regal appearance. A bright smile practically exploded on his face as he hurriedly rushed toward her, having to hold his instrument because though it was strapped on his back, his excitement over seeing her was adding a little extra bounce in his step.

He managed to successfully weave through the crowd, with a few Pardons and Apologies along the way, until he was in front of her. Or well, approached her from behind. He just stood there, grinning like a fool for a moment, before finally tapping her shoulder so that she would turn, and speaking while tapping her. "How about a song for such a beautiful lady?" He asked, trying to slightly mask his voice to be a bit playful. It was either this, or scare her to pieces by hugging her from behind. Tybalt may be the hugging type, but even he knew that was a bit inappropriate. So for now, he would settle for a tap, a playful offer and then wait for her to turn before he could embrace her properly. Suddenly, his day got all the more brighter!

Tybalt kept a smile in place, despite the alarm that filled the people. It was understandable of course. But it was his duty to assure them that he meant no harm. That he was one man, only here to share the joy of company that people found in each other. Perhaps offer a song or two for their hospitality and kindness. One of them spoke as his eyes remained on this person, as the introduction to who they all were was made. Tybalt felt the need to return the favor. It was polite and it showed that he had nothing to hide. Though he was not naive enough to believe that people did not have skepticism regardless. He just relied on their building trust, as oppose to only assuming they would solely see the worst in him.

"Thank you!" He replied enthusiastically. "My name is Tybalt. I am but a wandering minstrel who stumbled across your camp and seek nothing but company." He made his intentions clear for now, so he would have to see how well received it would be. Before anything else could be said, a ravishing young woman stepped from the silent background and spoke about him. He smiled brightly at her. "Music surely dwells in my heart," he said, able to speak with sincerity as it was his second greatest love. His first being his daughter. "Can I interest a fair maiden such as yourself in a song? Perhaps have others join in a dance?"

He generalized it some, not wanting to seem suggestive or perverted in his offer to sing for this one woman. Though that would be something that brought him joy, it was clear she had a crew of friends if not family. He was unsure of what sort of pack they were, but they seemed to be one that knew how to have a good time. Tybalt only reached that conclusion because... well, from the way they were all gathered. And the fact that there was a great number of them. His attentions however remained on the young woman who spoke to him, awaiting her response to see if he would be granted the opportunity to show the truth his words held. Or if they would still be weary of his motives.

Tybalt had just entered the wonderful city of Camelot. After exploring the beautiful countryside and villages on the way, he was now in the heart of the kingdom. And it was anything but a disappointment. He loved the busyness that this city had to offer. The crowds of people, the friendliness that filled the air! Though, Tybalt was a tad delusional for he found this friendly air just about anywhere! But nothing horrid had happened yet, so why think the worst when only the best was happening? With a bright smile on his face, he strolled into the tavern that he had been referred to when he asked one of the very kind passerbys. The Rising Sun. The moment he entered he could tell that he was going to like the environment.

After all the intense walking, not that he minded, it just made him in the mood for a good drink. Perhaps a decent meal! His eyes scanned the crowd and rested on a young man sitting on his own. He was looking down at the table, seeming to be deep in thought. Even tracing the wood! Rather than feel as if he should leave the man well enough alone, Tybalt took this as an opportunity to offer his company. He seldom apologized for his intrusion. So he walked up to the young man, his words breaking the silence surrounding his near vicinity. "A good drink, beautiful women, and a crowd of people all around... " He spoke before pulling out the chair across from him and seating himself at the table with him. He knew that some came to the tavern to drink in order to heal whatever emotional pain they were feeling.

Tybalt just knew that there were other ways to alleviate such moods. "So what is it that causes such evident pensiveness on your expression?" He asked, his smile still in place. Though he did not know the man, why not offer a harmless tease and a strong smile in return for his company. He knew that this could go one of a few ways. The best being that the man did not say anything to discourage Tybalt's company. The next being that the man told him to get lost. The third being... that Tybalt got punched across the face for being so disruptive. He had experienced all such reactions, the latter being obviously the most undesired one. However, it never discouraged him from potentially making a new friend.

Tybalt was quietly humming to himself, strolling along the unknown paths that would take him to an unknown destination. Wherever the destination, so long as he knew how to get home. Which really, was not all that difficult. If he walked he was to eventually find a city or village. And from there, most people he came across had been delightfully kind to offer directions. Or at least tell him which kingdom he was in. If only they had more signs. More wooden boards that spoke of which land they were entering. Oh well! No matter. He was rather content to just walk along and see what the road had in store for him. It was late afternoon and would be evening soon. He hoped to reach a town or somewhere that he could get shelter for the night. He may be a jolly fellow, but he was not stupid. He knew that it was dangerous to be out and about in the dead of night.

While he had nothing of great value on him, he believed his life to be valuable enough! He refused to leave his daughter an orphan, as she was already without a mother. The thought was enough to make him less than reckless. Though he overly friendly nature toward others may contradict this belief he held in himself. Speaking of friendliness, he paused when he heard something in the near distance. It sounded like... people! Thank his lucky stars! He had been wandering all day in the woods without coming across a single person! He had grown so desperate that he had began singing to himself at one point. And could have sworn his voice lured a squirrel toward him for he would swear on his life that the little critter followed him for miles. But alas, he would not have to question his sanity any longer. For there were people up ahead. A caravan of travelers it seemed like.

How utterly intriguing! Tybalt just watched them for a few moments, his instrument strapped to his back. It was the only indication that he was a minstrel. As there was no particular uniform to suggest as such. Even then, some may think he was just a mad person who carried around instruments. Either way, he decided to make his presence known, stepping into the clearing where all these people seemed to be setting up camp. "Are we having a party then?" He questioned with a bright and excited smile. He apparently invited himself to join their little crew, as well as failed to apologize for the intrusion. They looked like a fun lot though! So why not try and join in the fun. Really, he was just so happy to see other people and feared his excitement had gotten the better of him.

The life of a nomad was indeed a wonderful one! Tybalt had been craving adventure for nearly all his life and eventually, he had found it. The first adventure had been marriage, before it ended it tragedy, but that had been many years ago. And it had not been before he had the blessing of a daughter. His pride and joy! Oh how he missed her, yet he knew that with every step he took, he was building her future. He was providing for her. Taking care of her. It was what kept him going and what made the days apart from her all the more bearable. Either way, he was loving every day of this. Adventures were more fun when you had someone to share them with however. So he was always searching for company. For now, he was wandering through the woods of a kingdom he had not yet discovered the name of. As he had not yet been to the city. He was dressed in his layered attire, with his cittern [medieval version of a small guittar] strapped across him, the strap over his chest at a diagonal and the instrument itself on his back.

He never carried a sword, but had his handy slingshot in his pocket if ever there should be a need for it. It was truly a beautiful day! The sun was shining and Tybalt was already quietly humming a tune to himself as he could have sworn there was a little skip every few steps he took. It was not rare for him to be in a good mood for he was truly one who enjoyed almost every aspect of life. As he pressed on his aimless wander, he suddenly froze. In the distance he saw something that made this day all the more beautiful. This time, it had nothing to do with the shining sun, nor the clear blue sky. But rather, the nature of which God created women. For up ahead, there was the most bewitching woman. Even from this distance he could tell how ravishing she was. A smile formed on his lips as he just watched her for a few moments. He may not know her but the way she carried herself and her style of dress indicated that she was above the status of a peasant.

Now, Tybalt was like any man. Taking advantage of being in the presence of a beautiful woman by offering his own company. If anything, he hoped to make a friend from this. He knew his place in society, but that did not mean they couldn't be civil toward each other. He never quite took anything too seriously after all. His work led him to meet others above his rank, but never quite in privacy, like right now. He knew his place but that did not mean he could not speak a little to a woman who was clearly alone. He would forever remain an opportunist. And right now, he saw an opportune moment for she was by herself and she was exquisitely beautiful. That was all the reason he needed to approach her. Knowing that he was clad in less than extravagant clothing, he would have to focus on his only strength that could hopefully capture her attention: music. Finally stepping closer towards her, he made sure not to sneak up on her.

No woman liked to feel like they were being watched or stalked, and Tybalt was not going to get off to such a terrible start. "My dear Lady, please forgive the disturbance," he began to say as he held out his hands and lowered the upper half of his body in a dramatic bow. He had his instrument and the proper attire: he could pretend that he was nothing more or less than a minstrel; which was was. He raised himself once more to make her eye level. "But to possess the privilege to lay eyes upon such beauty and simply pass by would be a sin. For you have posed as such an inspiration to me." Ah yes. The role of a minstrel. Every woman loved a good song, did they not? Furthermore, did they not like to hear such praise? Maybe she would be different, but maybe she would not. Either way, Tybalt stood there, awaiting her reaction to know where to go from here.

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.