Bedivere is the outdoorsy brother, and he's enjoying the outdoors now to the fullest by streching out on the grass in the sun and taking a nap. Of course, he's not really napping, but no one is liable to notice that unless he decides to let them.

Bedivere is out on a makeshift shooting range, consisting of a long stretch of empty grass and a rough target painted on a board and mounted to a tree. His weapon of chose at the moment is his slingshot, though he does have a bow and quiver of arrows lying nearby. Never let it be said the one-handed man can't fight as well at the two-handed.

*Bedivere is, by habit if not by nature, a rotten and lecherous drunkard. As such, he can currently be located in the wine cellar, helping himself to a few bottles of very fine vintages. Just because he drinks too much doesn't mean he can't enjoy the finest of it.*

*Bedivere, for all intents and purposes, is sitting out by a pond of sorts, alternately drinking from a half-full wineskin and throwing rocks at ducks. He only alternates because, having only one hand, he cannot do both at the same time.*

*is casually sitting around with a big glass of something alcoholic and attempting to use a slingshot one-handed*

Typist: Assuming you still wanted this one...

*is sitting around with a goblet of meade and not much to do*