"Sir Accolon."

It's not a command but a simple name, and yet there's still something to the way it's pronounced, the evidence of a queen even when her kingdom is no more. She speaks his name as to stop him and hold him both, an unspoken command for him to listen thoroughly.

"I am the Queen of faerie Britain, Morgan Le Fae. I am here today in stead of someone else, as to make right on my debt. As gratitude for her assistance, I come before you with an offer. This one time, I shall answer anything you require of me. Nonetheless, only this one time. You are free to accept or decline, as well as take time to think."

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The one called Ambrosius might not realize nor suspect, but his struggle even in agony hints at the very reasons he still draws breath despite facing Vortigern multiple times. The King seems utterly pleased by the venomous response, as though the other had passed an unspoken test of sorts.

"Hmmm, no I haven't seen any arrows. What's it look like?" Was it a normal old arrow or was it special in some way? "I can help you look for it!" It shouldn't be too hard to find, right?

@ofglories

"For you..." The lady Merlin, hm. Gareth tapped her forearm thoughtfully, eyes narrowing as she looked her over. Then, turning on her heels, off she goes to return with a small plate of palmiers. "These seem like they'll suit you." ; from gareth to merlin

Unprompted.

Little Lot's youngest, huh? She doesn't say anything, simply watching the knight do her errand.