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The sound movement on a gravel rooftop would have alerted any normal citizen to something suspicious. But in these parts, strange noises on the roof were just part of the city soundscape, so the medieval figure that had come down from the sky went mostly unseen as he dismounted his horse, tugged a folded map from some secret pocket, and began to examine it.
".....no, no, you were right. We definitely should have turned right once we crossed the mountains." Gawain would have frowned if he were able as he looked over the map in his hands. The glowing orange horse looking over his shoulder let out a huff of validation.
"Guinevere told ee she knoo where she be a-goin'…" She pricked her ears forward smugly. "If Rider 'ad a mind to listen to Guinevere more, mayhap we wouldn’t be runnin’ so late, would we?" The knight quickly folded up the map and lightly bonked the horse on the nose, making her jump.
"Oh hush, you." He scolded, though there was no real malice behind it.
