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Jala, on the other hand, had missed most of the fun stuff. She had heard of what happened, but for the most part, had kept out of the whole knight fiasco. By the time she'd arrive at the treasure room, the mirror had been moved, so there was nothing she could have done anyways, whether it was to support or oppose it. She had been transfixed on the mirror as it showed her possibilities, dreams, nightmares, a possibility of what could have been had things gone the way the did.

And... had they? She wasn't sure. By the time she snapped out of it, the three great knights were dead. From what she had heard, the green one had considerably gone mad and was slain by the blue. The red fell at the hands of another apprentice knight (which was pretty impressive in her opinion), but his death had brought about another catastrophe. At that time, she had snapped out of it when the shadows emerged from the mirror, pulling the slain red knight in, and in his place... another knight appeared, perhaps his... no, her true form. The blue knight was killed and the other knight, the... the creature vanished. That was all. She hadn't heard nor seen anything else, and by that time, none of it mattered.

Even with this travesty, Jala wasn't stirred at the least. Sure, she had fought under Morgan's command, if but temporarily, but that was to alleviate boredom. Even now, being on their side didn't seem so bad an offer. It was probably outright treasonous to be thinking of siding with the enemy, but it wasn't like the great knights could read her thoughts, and the great king had yet to be seen.
Really, even the knight she had supposedly pledged under (aside from the king) had them stuck on clean-up duty, and Jala hated it. Nothing but rubble, dead bodies, and more dead bodies. And... ooh, what was this?
There was something gold, and pretty, and, well, she liked gold and pretty. It also made her feel powerful, immortal...
Heck, it made her feel like she could become not only king, but... but a GOD, and-

and then it was gone. Poop. She stared at Galahad as he snatched it away. "HEY! Was that the holy grail?"
She wanted it ok. Finders keepers.

Once Lancelot said they were free to go, Nkosazana scurried to help with the cleanup efforts. The least she could do was make Camelot look ... less bloodied again.

Seeing all the faces she and her fellow healers in the shelter had failed to be able to save was enough to make her wince, but Nkosazana tried her best to keep her head up and not think about the people she was stepping near--let their souls rest in peace.

When she arrived near some items, Nkosazana bent down to start cleaning up when something in particular caught her eye. The sparkle was enough to get her to turn, moving towards it. It was a cup that shined as much as the gold that had been underneath the castle, and it was much more entrancing than the treasures that had been lining that room. The world started to melt away, and all she could think about was that beautiful glass.

This was all aging her, she could feel it. Perhaps if she could get closer, things would slow down. Camelot and this knighthood would not destroy her. She would live on, and live forever. That would give her more knowledge, and more ability to help. People would admire her for that, wouldn't they? They would come and worship at her feet, proud of her and all of her accomplishments. They would give her all the treasures she had found at the bottom of Camelot for all of her work.and she would live on forever--

She hadn't even noticed she had grasped the chalice until Galahad suddenly took it and smacked her hands away in the process. Alarmed, Nkosazana froze.

Galahad was looking at her like she had done something gravely wrong, before he suddenly stopped and walked away. Nkosazana made a nervous noise to herself, going to do something else instead.

And get as far away from that chalice as possible.

The mess in the courtyard was daunting, from wall to wall was a mess of debris and bodies. Drona tried not to think too hard about that. They were just going to sweep these fallen knights under the rug and keep going.

She kicked heavy pieces of stone toward the outer perimeter of the courtyard, since there was little else to be done with them besides piling it out of the way for now. As she kicked away one piece it grumbled, revealing something gold and shiny in its wake. It was beautiful, really, and called a siren song to Drona.

She knelt down and saw herself with the cup, powerful and rich. She saw herself never needing to worry about money or position. She could finally be content with her place in the world if she only picked it up-

Galahad snatched it from the ground before she could touch it and glared angrily at her as he stalked away. She stood and put her hands on her hips, visibly pouting. How dare he!

...Perhaps she was once a farm girl. That would make sense. Slowly, Na'ima turned her gaze to the chicken and then to the girl. "Would you..like him back?"

What the hell.

"Go ahead. I have no need, use, or desire for a chicken." Please. Take it.

He'd considered avoiding Julian after what he'd seen in the mirror. It had been awful, and confusing, and the memory of it was enough to turn his stomach threateningly. It hadn't been real, but he he could have sworn he recalled the feel of the spear through his torso and the bubbling of coppery blood on his lips as his body tried to decide if he was going to bleed out internally or drawn on his own blood. As to which one had eventually won out, he wasn't sure, having thankfully blacked out at that point before coming to whole and untouched, if shaky.

A careful eye had been kept on the blonde as they'd made their way up from the treasure room and into the hall where a recount of what exactly had happened down below was given to one of the other Great Knights from numerous different mouths. He'd stayed quiet. He didn't know enough, didn't want to talk about what little he had seen.

He'd sat away from the others and worked at being inconspicuous until they'd been released.

Julian had headed for the courtyard. Ezekiel had lingered behind just long enough for a resigned, tired sort of sigh to pass his lips before following.

On the way though, his eye was scanning the crowd, searching for a shock of red hair and the bright sapphire of flawless eyes. The girl from the memory down in the cove. Her name was there on the tip of his tongue, and though he didn't know much, he knew she had been important to him. Now all he had were shreds of memories, fragments that brought more questions than answers. He wanted to find her.

But he didn't want to loose the one person her actually knew in this castle.

Out in the courtyard people were moving about, picking up ruble, cleaning up the mess. Ezekiel joined in reluctantly.

The flash of something gold catches his eyes. A cup, a beautiful golden cup, and much like the pool of water and it's glittering weapons, this called to him too. Whispered promises; himself, eternally young. Jaw slack with desire, he moved closer, reaching for it-

Before Galahad was grabbing it out from beneath his fingertips, staring at him accusingly before walking away.

Unabashed, Ezeiel stared back at him until he was hard to see through the crowd. That's when he noticed Julian. slipping away, heading into the castle.

Finally. With the chicken gone, Na'ima moved to stand just as Kiki offered her the 'battle panties'. Oh hell no. "Oh no, no. It's fine. I'm all right, I promise. Keep them, you--" she already had a pair of her own with..embroidery. Well, okay. Na'ima offered a polite smile.

"Thank you for your generous gift, dear, but I can't possibly accept this. I don't deserve it." Or want it.

"Shiny," Brenley repeated with a nod. He looked at his own rock, shrugged, and pocketed it. He liked the look of the thing, even if it had proven all too easy to get smacked in the head with it.

"So..." He looked around at his companions, then at the downed snake. "Morgan was definitely not human. And the sidhe seem stronger than ever. Maybe it's not to late to leave?" He shook his head and chuckled faintly. "Although I don't think we can just give these weapons back, so we probably shouldn't."