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[ Milo entering ]

Though as little information as he had to give on what had transpired in the treasure room, Milo was prepared to give his report to Sire Lancelot. Along with a long lengthy apology for his lack of action in regards to not keeping up with the oath he had tried to uphold; he had failed in protecting his fellows, especially his great knight.

He was ready for repercussions, reading for a lecture and a scolding. But then Lancelot excuse himself as another knight beckoned him to follow. At first he had been determined to stay where he was, to avoid any further trouble with the great knights. But, the thought didn't last as long. This could be a chance to not miss on information, so he didn't fall behind the other knights and perhaps to uphold his duty and his oath. This could be beneficial even if it probably wasn't right.

At least karma played a little in Milo's plans, not giving him a clean break to where Lancelot was speaking. There were bumps in the road but eventually he made it to the door and listened as well he could manage. He remained silent, taking in the information he heard - something about the Great King, Morgana and the curse being brought up again. For once, he had a bit of the story instead of lagging behind.

It wasn't great information to hear though, troubling really. News of a traitor in their midst was not welcoming news. And Milo didn't want to be thought of one from his eavesdropping and decided to flee before it was too late.

[AYMET]

Aymet had been fairly impassively looking around as the same story got told from two dozen perspectives, all the while Lancelot looking less and less interested. It was a strange fight, to be sure, and one Aymet was not terribly happy about. He didn't like being tricked, and Morgan had deceived them all.

It was no wonder, then, that when Mordred took Lancelot aside, Aymet would be suspicious enough to follow (albeit from a safe distance).

All he gathered, from what he heard, was that Lancelot was going to save the king, and that Mordred was claiming to be totally clueless about his broth- sister. Whatever. Tell that to the Great King, he thought to himself.

Talk of a traitor, though, was the real curious part...

Makayla spent most of her time against the wall as she listen to the discussion among the other knights. She wasn't one for speaking her mind, but she came close to doing so a few times. Her eyes scanning the others, falling upon a familiar green hair young man, which cause her to look away quickly. She thought back to that strange dream, which once again caused her heart to pound in her chest. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she mentally swore at herself.

This wasn't the time for her to talk to him, as they had more pressing matters to turn to. They shouldn't be fighting among themselves, and yet she found that even she didn't know what to do at the very moment.

She was pushing away from the wall when Mordred came barging into the great hall. Her eyes watching him and Lancelot as they move away and out of the hall itself. Glancing back, she frowns, as she didn't like the thought of the Great Knights keeping things hidden from them. They were in danger, and here they were hiding possible vital information.

This was simply not sitting well for Makayla....

Turning, she kept a good distance as she followed them both, so sure she was going to get caught. Only when she found herself standing just outside the door did she realize she was safe for the moment. Very carefully, she leans in to press her ear slightly to the door as she listens to the conversation.

When they finally stop speaking, she backs away quickly. Her eyes wide as she turns and glance down the hallway. Without delay, she ran as fast as she could.

Trying to process the facts she just heard, and how they were all basically in serious trouble.

Yup, Makayla was starting to wish she didn't actually follow the two Great Knights.

For Ollie, there was no question of whether or not he'd follow to listen -- especially when he saw other knight-apprentices endeavoring to do the same. Lancelot's exasperated expression and failure to answer any of their complaints or questions had rekindled his annoyance, and a bit of eavesdropping -- a bit of troublemaking, in its way -- would be exactly the ticket for him to exact just a little bit of revenge.

So when others started to move in and press their ears against the door, to act casually until they could make out the soft voices on the other side of that heavy piece of wood, Ollie did the same. He whistled, but silently, just a purse of his lips and an incredibly focused expression until he'd ducked out of sight behind a tapestry. From there, he could sneak across the room with his back against the wall and his breath held, an unsightly shape pressed in beneath the dancing shapes of mythical beasts on the walls.

That was alright. It got him there, which meant Ollie could stand quietly out of the way and listen to what the knights had to say. He'd missed the best part of it, it seemed, the part talking about the king, but perhaps he hadn't missed it all. An argument, a disagreement, and he could put together bits and pieces from what the said. The Great King was missing, it seemed, which made him let out just the tiniest little gasp before he pressed his hand into his mouth, and someone was going to hunt for him in the great wild, where horsemen and riders and now, apparently, shadow fae roamed, ready to take down any knight in their path.

The footsteps approached and Ollie started, darting from his listening point back to his hiding place against the wall and, from there, back into the milling crowd, wishing desperately he knew someone to tell this secret to.

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OOC

My character's name: Oliatos AKA Ollie
Character's journal link: Journal
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Dark-skinned and overly energetic, all Ollie wants to do is make himself useful to the cause, whatever cause it is that adopts him. He is kinetic, fond of physical activities and new experiences, with a boundless curiosity that gets annoying and fast.
Rank of character Apprentice-Knight.
Sacred Points obtained: 10/100

As Kari watched the two Great knights walk off together, a sinking feeling began to weight down on her. If Sir Mordred's appearance was anything to go on, the news probably wasn't good.

While she knew that eavesdropping was wrong, Kari was tired of being out of the loop. She wanted answers, and following the Great Knights seemed like the best way to do so. Taking care not to make too much noise as she followed, ducking into alcoves on occasion, she was able to situate herself behind a door, hearing what sounded like an argument. Sir Mordred had found the Great King! But... a spell? "So there was something manipulating the group", she murmured, her hands clenching tighter against her chest.

Kari's mind crashed to a halt at the mention of a body. The Great King might not even be alive anymore? Sir Lancelot's words did little to settle her racing mind. What would they do? Who would advise them? Sir Morgan, Sir Gawain, and Sir Percival had been driven mad in their attempts to assume dominance in the King's absence, would the same happen to the rest of the Great Knights if the King was no more?

She could certainly understand why the Great Knights didn't want this conversation public, now. If their worst fears were confirmed... there would surely be those consumed with panic and despair. Could there even be hope of survival if even the Great King and his Great Knights couldn't stand up to the enemy? Kari wasn't sure anymore.

Hearing what sounded like the tail-end of the conversation combined with shuffling noises, Kari retreated with a heart heavy in the knowledge she'd come across.

[Exit]