The Wicked Day [Open!]

A voice drew his attention. It certainly wasn’t the old, gruff voice of his wizard advisor that he was hoping for, but it was a voice nonetheless, and he was grateful for the response. Said voice belonged to a woman. She was pretty, delicate by the looks of it and out in the middle of this strange place all by herself. Was she trying to get herself killed? Didn’t she know such a thing wasn’t safe? Then again, he had underestimated women in his time, so he made no assumptions about this girl. Phoebe introduced herself with a smile and a wave. She seemed cheery, which in some strange way reminded him of back home. Then again, most were cheery and respectable when they crossed paths with the king. He lifted his sword arm, sliding the blade into its sheath and resting his hand on the pommel. Since she asked who he was, it was clear to him that he was no longer within the realms of the Albion. Practically everyone knew the face of the king, even more knew the triple crown coat of arms displayed on his cape. His head dipped in respect to the young woman, and he lifted his brows just slightly. ”Arthur,” he said. ”Arthur Pendragon. My lady, you would forgive my urgency and lack of manners, but it is of the utmost importance that I return home. Would you be so kind as to show me where to find a horse and point me in the direction of Camelot?” arthur The Once and Future King