|Sagramore (petitmorte) wrote,|
@ 2010-01-15 21:52:00
|Entry tags:||rp: mordred|
Over the last few weeks, Sagramore has spent much of his time out on small quests or long rides, barely back at Camelot. When his horse does turn up in the castle stables, she's generally hard ridden and put away badly. Sagramore himself is hard to find whether or not she's in evidence, his room for the most part abandoned, although the persistent rumour in the castle, for those who listen to rumours, is that he's found other rooms to stay in.
This is the first day he's been in his room for two weeks now. The weather is bitingly cold, but he's stripped to his waist, washing his face in the basin; he has a black eye and a split lip, and bruises on his shoulders and chest.