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The last time someone had spoken to his mind with a magical call such as this, it was Merlin and Nimue, the Lady of the Lake. While he doubted either of them had come through with whatever force brought him to Caido, Arthur couldn’t help but wonder what had that kind of psychic power here. He was far from the first to join at the large river, and his eyes roved over the gathered crowd, grinning gently at the few faces that he recognized. It was good to be among friends, especially when approaching the unknown, so he was more comfortable around those he knew. Of course his approach would have happened if there were others or not. His hand rested casually on the pommel of his sword, watching the woman dance with the flames. There had been many performances such as this one back in Camelot, but something about this one felt...different. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but it caught his attention thoroughly, so he waited patiently to see what was to come for himself and those around him. |
