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Posted on March 15, 2012 at 10:05:17 PM by arthur & pendragon
The double doors to the main hall were thrown open, the fresh air which flowed from the courtyard outside tugging gently at the banners and tapestries which hung from the stone walls. Arthur could be found in the hall on a daily basis, the entrance left unbarred so that anyone would feel welcome to walk in and see him. The King sat in a high-backed wooden seat behind a long oaken table, raised up upon a dais, accessible via a series of small steps. Arthur looked up at the sound of approaching footsteps, his grey eyes settling upon the large form of Demon, and a smile played upon his lips as he glanced down at the piece of parchment that was laid before him. “Very well, my friend,” the King smiled, dipping the nib of his quill into the nearby ink pot before adding his own swirling signature to the document’s foot. He sprinkled sand upon the wet ink before pushing it back across the table to the other man. “Good luck,” Arthur smiled, before sitting back in his seat.  |
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