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[noble_at_heart]

Gwaine has settled himself on a bench to watch the swirling crowds, his amazement and joy evident by the steadily growing grin. He might have got lost in the castle's maze of corridors more than once when he first arrived but he's absolutely certain that this is not Camelot. Uther's health may be failing and Arthur not quite the uptight, pompous, hide bound little braggart of a Princeling he first thought him (he'll grudgingly admit that now) but even he would struggle to accept the multitude of strange beings and obviously magical artifacts crowding as far as the eye can see.

He tilts his face back towards the sun with contented sigh before picking up the bright paper he discarded beside him earlier and reluctantly continuing to read. It's not that he can't exactly, goading by family members determined that their poor relations bring as little shame as possible and later Merlin's patient if faintly teasing guidance mean that he's adequately literate, thankyouverymuch, it's just that there were a lot of very long and confusing words.

Eventually he reaches the end where the warning at the bottom of the page causes him some rather profound worry.

"What's a man to do to get a drink around here, then?"

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The Inevitable Request

[brave_heart_verity]

[Before I tag in: Ver's got a truth-sensing curse stuck in her that she can't turn off. She knows when people are lying and she can see through illusions; she doesn't know what the truth is or have psychic powers. More details here. If you don't want to deal, let me know, I know it can get annoying.]

[aw_hawkguy]

A scruffy-looking man in sweat pants, dogeared sneakers, a hoodie with the sleeves torn off, and a little bit of bandage tape happens to be strolling by at just the right moment to hear the question, because the Nexus is like that. In one hand, he holds the leash of a one-eyed dog, and from the other dangles a six-pack of cans.

Those arms have a fair bit of tone to them--and a fair set of scars. This is somebody who has been in plenty of fights in his day. His shoulders roll as he shrugs and suggests, "ask nice?"

[mudblood_andproud]

A well-dressed woman, who had her nose buried in large book, had sat down beside Gwaine on the bench without realizing that she was not alone. At least, until he speaks. She blinks... and then smiles.

"Oh!"

"There are some great places one could go." She has a slight British tone. One that might remind him of home. "There is a pub that I frequent nearby."