|Sagramore (petitmorte) wrote,|
@ 2010-08-09 23:51:00
Sagramore has been away for a while--a small assignment in a not-too-distant city, to clear up a little trouble in Arthur's name, his first real piece of work alone and he was delighted by the chance. It's kept him away from Camelot for the last three weeks, and it's safe to say there's only one thing really on his mind by the time he gets back.
He stables his horse quickly, not bothering to rub her down; a stableboy will do that, it is after all their job. He stops in his own room (slightly dusty from neglect) only long enough to throw down his things, and then dashes down the hall, long-legged and graceful, to Mordred's door, where he knocks with great impatience. He hasn't even bothered to change out of his travelling clothes, and he's sweat-stained and disgusting and needs a bath badly, not to mention a shave (his cheeks are covered in three days' stubble), but there are, as far as he's concerned, much more important things than these to attend to.