Arthur ♜001

[princeclotpole]

Who: princeclotpole and somarium
Where: Espoir
Style: Either, starting in third
Status: Open

"Merlin!" A young man, looking somewhat frazzled and annoyed asked as he lead his horse through the village, bellowing at the top of his lungs. "Merlin you are the most useless, empty headed, lazy manservant I have ever known. If you don't turn up soon and explain where I am

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[punchesbards]

Ezio was more or less just enjoying the little trip around Espoir on his newly acquired steed when he heard the yelling, and the shouting seemed to signify something he had started growing used to. Someone new had made it into Somarium, and they were planning on yelling until they got their questions answered. He would need to note the date for later, but for now, he directed Santo over to the fence where the young man decided to rest.

He was clad in his robes and armor, but the autumn winds had pushed his hood down ages ago. So the man could properly stare down at the younger when he neared, halting his horse beside him and half-grinning at the dinner comment,

"Or you could simply visit the tavern for a meal without having to cook it yourself," He offered teasingly, swinging himself off the horse and keeping a hold of the reins when he moved to the front, "I assume you've just arrived?"

[princeclotpole]

Tarrento let out a loud snort when he noticed the other horse and the second Arthur saw armor, he was on his feet, just in case the stranger turned out to be hostile in some regard; Arthur was the stranger here and this man could be a guard for this kingdom.

Looking up at the stranger, he glanced over to the sheep that had finally started to sidle away as if sensing that sticking around wasn't the best of ideas.

"Not every village has a tavern but thank you for telling me that I can find one here." Hopefully that had some strong mead or some cider. That would go down well right now. "I suppose I have yes, Arthur Pendragon of Camelot. And you sir?"

[punchesbards]

"I should know where it is being that I live right beside it," How convenient for all parties involved. If he ever really wanted to get totally hammered he just had to walk next door--then not worry about having to walk far afterward. He nodded in response to the thanks he received, shrugging it off lightly.

"Ezio Auditore da Firenze," He said rather proudly, as he always did when introducing himself with the full title. "And who were you calling for earlier? A friend of yours I assume." he hated how easily this came to him now, "You're stuck here for now, amico, so it is best you find a place to stay before it gets dark. You're more than welcome to take the extra room in my cottage for the time being."

[princeclotpole]

"Well that's handy indeed isn't it?" He smiled then because a tavern was at least something familiar and like home and the other outlying kingdoms of Albion

[punchesbards]

"For the most part. Though I do often hear drunks stumbling from the tavern late at night," he grinned, keeping up the light air about him. He gave the younger man a once over, and from the look of him, he didn't seem to be much of a threat. Most of the time when someone magically showed up here, they needed to be eased into the new situation, just as people had been kind enough to do with him. He was only returning the favor, really

[princeclotpole]

A quick tug on the reins and then Arthur was astride his horse, urging him closer to Ezio's so he could fall into step easily. It was unsettling that Merlin not be around - he'd gotten used to him over the past year and more and he hoped that wherever he was he was alright. The idiot managed to get himself into scrapes but he managed to get himself out of them too although Arthur would never admit that to him

[punchesbards]

"Si," He answered with a nod of his head, leading the way down the road with Santo in tow. "That is what I've been told, and I'm still not entirely sure I believe it." He looked down to his broken arm, "Last I checked you couldn't feel pain in dreams--and yet I've felt plenty." the assassin sighed lightly, turning a corner as they began to near his home.

"So you've been told already that you'll be here a while then?" He lifted a brow up at the younger man as they walked, almost looking sorry for him--up until that last bit, then he laughed, "A good plan to have, amico." He agreed, "It's best to keep your guard up. Somarium is unpredictable. You could be stuck here for months, or years I've been told." and plenty of random things happen, like magically appearing statues and falling castles.

They finally reached the front of his cottage, and Ezio promptly released the horse to send him off into the field, "Any other questions?" he was sure there were plenty more on the way.

[princeclotpole]

Taking that word - he'd ask the language later, really, he would - to mean yes, Arthur nodded along, trying to keep everything straight in his mind and he looked at the man's arm, wondering how he'd hurt it before he looked to his own arm and his elbow. He could feel a bruise forming from how hard he'd pinched himself and that assured him that he had to be awake

[punchesbards]

"Have you? Well that will come in handy," But not really considering half the things that happened here surprised even him. The way the other man held himself and spoke said quite a bit for Ezio already, there was no doubt he wasn't a threat, and even less of a doubt he couldn't hold himself in a fight

[princeclotpole]

Quite matter-of-factly Arthur raised one eyebrow and nodded to himself and the stifling chainmail he wore. "I've been trained to kill since birth." Some of the earliest memories he had involved learning how to hold his sword and aim at targets, a very precious few with his father being on the other side, encouraging Arthur on

[punchesbards]

Ezio looked curious when the other man mentioned that so proudly. Even with the title of 'assassin' Ezio wasn't very fond of taking another's life, and he could only imagine what it was like to be trained to kill from birth. Altair and Malik had been, and yet they didn't seem anything like the young man standing before him now. Maybe some training methods were different, and maybe Arthur's wasn't as intense as Altair and Malik's. Obviously not if he actually had his father by his side for it. Not that Ezio had the slightest idea about any of it

[princeclotpole]

All part and parcel of being a prince, a far more enjoyable existence than being an assassin. Not that he knew anything about that either. And he'd had the other knights too or the boys who had become knights and visitors from other kingdoms who were friendly challengers.

All in all, a very comfortable and privileged existence.

Oh and it would be some time before Arthur said anything about that painting seeing as he wasn't a girl or anything like that.

"A drink at the tavern sounds great. They do serve food of some description too, yes?" Because he couldn't remember when he'd last eaten and anyway, nothing wrong with a few pickled eggs to go with a drink. He clapped Ezio's good arm and grinned. "Lead on my good man, to the tavern."

[punchesbards]

"Si, of course. I often get my meals there. It's far better than nothing," and Tifa usually just brought him stuff over, being that he lived two seconds away and sometimes he forgot to eat. Someone had to feed the poor bastard.

Ezio grinned with the hand on his arm, sending a glance over to the man beside him before moving to head out the door, hidden blade on hand and nothing else. They were there in less than a minute, and he waited until Arthur was inside the tavern before waltzing on in himself and making his way for the bar.

[princeclotpole]

So things inside the tavern were a little more modern than Arthur was used to but it still had that air to it that every single tavern he had ever visited seemed to possess and he could feel himself smiling, looking this way and that at the surroundings. It only served to highlight the fact that he was hungry and he followed Ezio to the bar still looking this way and that.

"Nice looking place, locals don't look as unwashed and unsavoury as some I've come across." Which was good because a bar fight was not on the cards for the evening. "They serve mead or cider here right?" He'd drink something else but either or those would be preferred. Once he had a drink in his hand, he'd start with a few more questions. Some about the Dreamberry and a couple about Ezio - he wanted to know where the man was from and a little about his life.

[punchesbards]

Ezio didn't say much of anything to Arthur until they reached the bar and sat down, seeing as he was busy greeting the regulars that knew him well enough by now. Once they were settled he nodded, "More than certain they do. They serve things here I've never even heard of before, so you should be set." he assured the man, finally returning that pat on the shoulder now that his arm was free.

"The locals are easy to get along with. They just don't like answering questions about this place, unfortunately." before Arthur even thought to ask. Don't bother bro, they'll just be weird and smile like creeps. Asking the others that had been stuck here for a while was at least a bit easier.

[princeclotpole]

Well that scratched out a line of questioning but he still might try once or twice to see if he could get anything more out of them. Taking a long pull on his drink, he sighed because yes, the mead was just as good as back home. Thank heaven for small blessings. And Ezio for bringing him here which was the best thing to do after arriving in a strange place. Yes, a bed for a while until he found a place of his own (or a way home), good company and a good drink.

Sometimes it was the little things.

"Can I ask where you come from then to start? I can't place your accent at all." That was a reasonable enough question wasn't it?