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Er, well! My manservant Merlin is the kind sort.

[ Caught somewhere between pleased and slightly overwhelmed by the implication of how far his legend will stretch. ]

You're not the only person here who's heard of me, but you're certainly the first to use the word reverence, Verity.

I'm glad if I can make anyone's time in this wretched place a little less thoroughly miserable.

He truly is. I am glad I was able to speak to him as well. He was very welcoming and helpful when I'd only been here for a few hours.

[She keeps smiling warmly, hoping to foster more of the pleased ad less of the overwhelmed. She can only imagine what it must be like to hear you will become a legend, much less actual voices from the future who only know of you as such.]

I assure you, my lord, I mean it wholeheartedly.

But I hope your stay here hasn't been as bad as that?

Oh, well, it's not completely terrible all the time.

[ His smile softens a little, and he unwinds slightly. ]

You're new to the city, so I shan't scare you with tales of beasts and battles. But . . . there are things here which make all that worth it, if you know where to look.

Oh, and since you're not actually from Camelot, I would think you can leave off with that "lord" business. Nobody respects my title here so I'm more than used to just being Arthur by now.

Arthur, then.

[She is practically beaming now.]

I'm glad to hear that. I've not been here long and my experiences have yet to be bad because there seems to be something new and amazing every day. Even so, I would trade it all for a way home.

[Her smile turns a little melancholy, and you can almost read it in her eyes that there is someone she misses above all. She shakes her head at herself and makes an attempt to brighten.]

But I'm sure I'm far from the only one to feel that way. I'm sure you've plenty of things you'd rather be doing at home?

There are.

[ Casually, as this doesn't weigh on his mind every single day. ]

But I have duties here now, too. I'm second-in-command of the Patrol Unit, for one, and I wish to help reconcile the differences between the Scorched and Anatoleans, for another.

But yes. You are not the only one who longs for home.

Is there much tension between the the native and non-native people here then? I have sensed something of a distaste directed at me from the Anatoleans but I was rather hoping it was because my clothes don't quite fit in here or my hair is an odd color.

The long and short of it is, there's tension. Enough to have been violence. The common perception is that we are intruders and responsible for a great deal of property damage. The more monstrous Scorched see ordinary humans, those not "chosen" by the Door, as dispensable. Obviously when prejudice and rumour fly even the kindest citizens can turn nasty. But there's been significant conciliatory steps taken, lately. Remus Lupin has friends from all walks, and Trevor Belmont started a charity drive for those who lost their homes or livelihood in the battles about a month ago. There was even a party recently open to everyone. But it's a hard fight.

It sounds it. Historically, these sort of rifts don't usually come to anything good. But if people are reaching out to one another, hopefully it can be different here.

I hope you'll count me as an interested party if you should make any endeavor towards that end. I would very much like to be a part of any effort to reconcile differences. I haven't ever done anything quite of the sort but... should you ever need an extra hand or voice, I would be more than happy to lend mine. It's important work.

Edited 2011-07-06 00:37 (UTC)

It is indeed. Very well, I shall keep you in mind.

[She nods slightly and smiles.]

Thank you, Arthur.

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