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Kolby was not bitter at all, he was simply annoyed and he was only annoyed because annoyed sounded a hell of a lot better then saying he was bitter and he was NOT a bitter man. Kolby was leaning against the wall of the citadel while watching the knights train against each other so that when the next bitter magic loving wanna-be-queen tried to take over the kingdom they would be more ready.

He was getting to old for this, but there were others older and he was not going to quit while he was behind. Kolby stood there until he noticed one of the new members of the knights enter the field. The mouthy one. These men were not knights for knights were of noble blood, but Kolby knew better then to speak up against them. The prince had put his faith in them, and they had got him out of that smelly cell full of men who had not bathe in a bloody week! Pushing off from the wall, Kolby walked over to the area this Gwaine was before speaking. "I am Sir Kolby of Arleon, my family has served the Pendragon's since they took rule." He said as way of a greeting, not sounding bitter at all.

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"If you hunt me, try to avoid my bedroom. You might see me comforting whatever heart you broke by leaving this world." Kolby joked to the younger knight in the way way most knights riled each other. Nothing overly disrespectful for no names were ever spoken but nothing they could repeat while females were present! "Just don't smell it, and down it fast enough that you don't taste it."

In it was some ale mixed in with some eggs, tomatoes and other ingredients. He did not know the details about why all these things worked so well after a night of drinking but he knew that if you could stomach the cure then the headaches, and everything that came with it would start to fade and then disappear shortly after. If these youngins could get down a few mouth fulls then they would be alright in a half hour. "On the bright side, if it kills you then you will not have to face my blade!"

Bloody 'ell, the wench was knocking at his door. 'Sir Kolby? I you still with in?' Lady Jane asked in her voice that normally was light and held a melody of songs but not seemed shriekishly high pitched. No, he was not in. He was going back to sleep. Last night he had spend a few rather pleasing moments in the garden with lady Jane; but stealing a kiss did not mean he wanted more. 'I do not think he is with in, let us go in and leave him the note!'

That caused his eye lids to force them selves open long enough to be blinded by the bright light. Damn women! While he had not drank enough to forget his actions from the night before (more's the pity) he had drank enough to make his morning very un pleasant. 'No, no my lady, let us just slide it under his door!' Kolby rolled out of bed, and his head spun. Damn women! 'I am not going to leave my note on the floor! I want to leave it on his pillow!'

Kolby pushed him self up off the floor and grabbed his pants to slide them on. Then he found a shirt. He managed to pull his padding and chainmail off the floor and get tot he window just as the door started to open. Damn woman was breaking into his room! He sat on his window seal and jumped down to the next level a few feet below' thus escaping Lady Jane and her note.

Half an hour later, Kolby was dressed in his chainmail but no armor, and carrying a wine sack as he entered the training field. As a man of more years then most the young bucks, Kolby had learned the cure to a hangover. He approached the prince and friend. "My lord!" He gave him a overly loud and cherry greeting with a nod before turning to Richard to do the same; "Vawdrey!"

He held out the bag, "Don't ask what is in it. Just drink what you can and try not to smell it." Just to be annoying, and because he knew hangovers could make sounds louder, and people dizzy he reached over and gave a friendly --and rough-- slap on Richard's back. "It will cure what ales ya and put some hair on your chest!"

Kolby was winning and he loved it. "Really Leon old chap I think you are getting old!" He good heartedly teased his friend while trying to annoy him at the same time. Leon was a good strategist but Kolby was a better swordsman. It made them about even, even if Leon won more then Kolby did. They did not keep score, but a man had his pride! He knew when others were better then he was.

The day was warm, so the men opted to forgot formalities and practice with blunt swords rather then sharpened steal and to rid them selves of they heavy chainmail that trapped the sweat to their bodies. It also gave them a chance to show off battle wounds with out being overly boastful. And scar here, twisted skin there. Signs that you have lived to fight another day when the battle had grew dangerous. Kolby had his share of scars, but none that stood out; when the others would joke and ask him where his badges of courage were he would tell them in his cheekiest tone that he was to good to get wounded.

Leon was making a sharp swinging blow towards Kolby when he noticed movement near the wall. Distracted by it, he was only just able to block the blow and move out of the way. He had however, lost his sword in the effort. Annoyed, Kolby glared up at the wall but saw nothing. He gave Leon a formal bow that came out a bit to casual and mocking to be truly formal before allowing another to take his place.

Someone had just cost him his win! He moved up the hill towards the wall, in effort to find out just who--or what---had done it. Once up along the wall, he moved to the loophole entrance so he could peek in. There was someone in there. He reached in, and moved his arm closer until his hand found fabric and then he pulled whomever it was out by the handful he had. It was a little girl! He dropped his hold on her, once he saw it was a girl but he wasn't about to let her just walk away. "Who are you and why do spy on the knights of Camelot?!" He demanded, wondering who sent her here. Was it Cenred? He had a spy here! Everyone knew it!

Kolby folded his arms over his chest and watched Arthur in an 'oh I believe you' tone of expression. Very wink wink nudge nudge. "Yes, Sire, you may rest assure that my mind has been erased." He joked in a light tone, before standing there and watching the prince. He was waiting to be dismissed of course. Hopefully before the prince realized that Kolby was covering his own lateness. Though . . . .

He had admitted to the king that the reason he was late was hunting with his son. So if one thought about it then everyone already knew he was late. So he had nothing to hide. Other then the bold face lie to the king. That one might cost him his honor if he got caught but he was rather hoping he would not be caught.

Bloody 'ell! Kolby was not sure who was slipping more into madness; the king the prince or the himself for even bothering. He spoke to his commander, while his mind was thinking a few steps ahead. Kolby by nature was not one to think and plan. His skills were in his actions not his thoughts. His commander was a good man, and he could see that the man was having his own troubles with dealing with this. Still, there was a difference between knowing something was wrong and believing something was wrong. Kolby believed.

He left the man he had the up most respect for and paused a moment to look at him before turning to walk away. The next time they came face to face; Kolby knew that they might not be speaking as friends. He headed down the halls and up the steps of the castle he'd come to call home and gave a formal yet slightly casual bow nod like bow to the knights out side the prince's door before entering with out knocking. He shut the door and walked deeper inside to come to stand near the table.

Kolby took the last few steps he dared so he could rest a hip against it in a casual manner. "I hope she is worth it." He said as a way of bring up the topic, but he did not let the words linger (he did not want the prince to kill him); "Treason, I mean. Because helping you is what my actions would be." Kolby had known for over a year that the prince was seeing a bit to much of the servant girl. While he did not approve at first, he had known better then to speak up against the prince's choice. While Kolby still saw this as a step below the prince, he respected his friend enough not to speak up or stand in his way. "You're under constant watch, Arthur, you can't get to her. I can."

Yes, something was a bit more then off here. Kolby watched the prince as he did the fancy spin with his sword. Show off. He shook his head slowly, at the young buck's idea of fancy. While Kolby did not know what was annoying the prince he did know that his words were not helping. Which was good for him, for he liked to win every now and then. "I think something might be bothering you, Sire." He said as if he was just clueing in on Arthur's change in mood.

He raised his sword to block he attack which had not really came close to him. instead of taking advantage of the blind rage, Kolby stepped back. "You know, if this how you return after playing hero, I am going to start thinking she wasn't worth it. Do you want me to tell her you want a kiss for your troubles?" He knew he was encouraging Arthur's anger but at this point he knew that if he did not burn it out then every knight on the field today would be his whipping boy. It wasn't even fun anymore with how Angry the prince was.

Now. Yes, that would work. Kolby silently followed the prince out and down the hall and then even over to the hall way where they could speak alone. Kolby knew the risk he had taken by lying to the king but he had been trying to cover his own hyde as well. Kolby stood there when Arthur was done with their walk of shame that might have been meant to appear casual but if anyone had actually seen it would have only alerted them to their going-ons. Really now! If the prince was going to start sneaking around to see Morgana then he needed to learn to be casual!

"It's my job to protect you, Sire." He teased, "Besides, I know where you were and I can understand. I also know the King would not. I felt it was safer for me to speak up rather then ruin everyone's day." Besides, for being late Kolby would have been forced to do extra training. Even while he did not bring up his own fault, he knew that was a bigger part of why he'd spoken up. Kolby gave Arthur a light punch on the shoulder, "Besides, I wouldn't want to be in the room when you told your father you were going to be his son-in-law either."