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[ulfin_kingsman]

The door, for just a few moments, simply vanishes rather than opening, revealing a storm-swept shore on the other side, and Ulfin comes in, soaked to the bone and weary with it

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[prone_to_panic]

A quick word, and a large blanket appears on Bar's surface for Archie to grab on his way over. Apparently she was thinking the same thing.

"Sir, you look half done-in. Come sit down..."

[ulfin_kingsman]

A startled glance - he still isn't completely used to the random acts of kindness from people here - but then a tired smile as he accepts the blanket.

"Thank you."

[prone_to_panic]

Archie is a kind man. Or he tries to be. Oh look, another cup of tea, which is promptly pressed into the other man's hands.

"May I ask what happened to bring you here in such a state?"

Perhaps he should first ask whether he's been here before at all, but Archie's got the idea that he's seen this fellow around before.

[ulfin_kingsman]

Ooh, tea. Tea is warm, and warm is good.

"A storm blew up, and the ships were forced to a landing. And then the Saxons..."

[prone_to_panic]

This he understands quite well, yes.

"Ah... bad luck. Where were you?"

Saxons, must be from far before his time. A little voice in his head whispers that no, not so far off at all, but Archie ignores it.

[ulfin_kingsman]

"We were sailing the Narrow Sea, on the way home."

He drinks some of his tea.

[prone_to_panic]

Archie winces sympathetically.

"Bad luck indeed. And the rest of your party?"

[ulfin_kingsman]

"Many dead and wounded. The king is unhurt, but Prince Gawain..."

[prone_to_panic]

"That bit of sea, if I remember correctly, has claimed more than it's fair share of good men."

He sips his own tea thoughtfully.

"Who is the king in your day, sir?"

[ulfin_kingsman]

"Arthur", Ulfin tells him, almost expecting a reaction by now.

[prone_to_panic]

Archie blinks. Then blinks again.

"Really? That's some time before my own, I'm afraid. The only other person I know from around then is rather a ghost, and has been for some time now..."

[ulfin_kingsman]

"Would that be Prince Mordred?"

[prone_to_panic]

"Aye. He's an interesting sort."

He pauses mid-sip.

"Oh, my apologies. I am Archie Kennedy, lately of His Majesty's ship the Renown"

[ulfin_kingsman]

"Ulfin", he answers. "Servant to the king."

[prone_to_panic]

"An honorable occupation, sir."

He tries to hide his mental wince. He does, at least, know how that story ends.

[ulfin_kingsman]

Ulfin is starting to suspect he does, too.

"I try to live up to it."