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Post by Dawnmist on Dec 15, 2014 20:42:38 GMT
The streets of Camelot are usually bustling with life, and house the majority of the residents. They surround the citadel, and are tiered upwards strategically, putting the castle on the highground in case of attacks. Market stalls are commonplace, and people from all over Albion visit to sell their goods. However, during times of plague, the streets are the most dangerous place to be. Public health deteriorates if the King or Queen neglects to take care of it, and diseases can be spread rapidly from person to person. |
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Post by {Echo} on Dec 15, 2014 23:34:48 GMT
Margaret tossed a letter at someone's door as she passed, her horse galloping full speed through the streets. The evening run was always her favorite, because since everyone was inside having dinner, the streets were empty. She was free to go as fast as she wanted.
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Post by Dawnmist on Dec 16, 2014 18:55:46 GMT
Jac stopped at a market stall, glancing over the fine scarves on display. She sniffed a little haughtily; she had enough scarves as it was. What was her father thinking, sending her on pointless errands over Camelot? She presumed he was looking for some wealthy man to marry her off to whilst she was away, and it became ever more apparent the more time she spent in the company of the old Lord. His secretive looks and permanently furrowed brow all but spelled it out for her. The girl sighed, running her hands delicately over one of the scarves. She would continue to act like his little princess for as long as it took the old fool to die, and then she would be free to do as she chose.
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Post by Silver on Dec 16, 2014 20:47:58 GMT
Amos let out a deep sigh, pulling his worn cloak closer towards him with a firm grip on his bag. In whichever city he visited, there were always street urchins and pickpockets who were ready to swipe any loose change if he let his guard down too much; he doubted that Camelot was no different. Walking all the way from a nearby village had made him weary, marking him out as an easy target because why not not steal from the man who looked as if he had little energy to fight back? With a huff, he readjusted his hold on the few possessions that he had and continued down the streets in search of an inn or tavern he could rest at.
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Post by Dawnmist on Dec 17, 2014 19:23:03 GMT
Jac looked up as a cloaked stranger neared her. She frowned, pulling her hood further over her face and returning to studying the scarves. He appeared to be searching for something, and she didn't want to be approached, least of all by a man who looked like he hadn't slept for a fortnight.
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Post by Silver on Dec 17, 2014 21:31:53 GMT
It would have all been so much simpler if there were more signs. Amos had been wandering around for a while now but his search was fruitless, it hadn't helped that he had to focus half of his attention onto his belongings in fear of someone seeing what was inside. Maybe he could ask someone else for direction...
"Ah, excuse me." He called out to a cloaked figure at a scarf stall, his tone surprisingly cheerful. "You look like you know this area well, do you mind telling me where I can find an inn or something of the sort?"
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Post by Dawnmist on Dec 18, 2014 0:36:47 GMT
Jac gritted her teeth. Just my luck. The noble pulled down her hood with a resigned sigh, turning to face the stranger. "I'm afraid not, although there's a tavern further down this street. You could try asking there." She glanced down at her nails, mulling over the fact that she only knew the whereabouts of the tavern due to her brief fling with the barmaid's son just a year ago. It was a relationship - and she used the term liberally - that she kept extremely quiet about, but then they all were.
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Post by Silver on Dec 18, 2014 1:03:55 GMT
Had he seen any sign or reluctance or hostility, he didn't call the girl up on it. "Thank you kindly." Amos nodded at her, retaining his friendly demeanour almost flawlessly. He took a step or two away before he paused in thought, hesitating for a moment. "And another thing,-" Was he just being an irritant now? "-is there a library anywhere?" Whilst the many towns and villages he had come across severely lacked an abundance of any reading materials, Amos highly doubted that Camelot would be such a place and that would make his job a lot easier.
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Post by Dawnmist on Dec 18, 2014 10:10:06 GMT
She raised an eyebrow, wondering who he was and what he wanted of a library. He certainly didn't look like a learned man. "Most of the lower town can't read, and the upper town has no need for it. The only libraries in Camelot are in the citadel, and you'll need special permission from the King to access them."
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Post by Silver on Dec 18, 2014 10:20:50 GMT
Well, that was sort of a let down. "I guess that can't be helped, can it?" Amos frowned, raising a hand to his chin in thought. It was problematic to say the least, if it was going to be anywhere, Camelot was his best bet. "I'm grateful for your help anyway."
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Post by Dawnmist on Dec 18, 2014 10:29:01 GMT
"It was no problem," she said, a little haughtily. "Good day." She raised her hood again and gathered her skirts about her to head past him down the street.
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Post by Silver on Dec 18, 2014 12:32:37 GMT
Amos watched her go, eyes narrowing slightly at her retreating figure. "Well... Time to find that inn and hopefully seek an audience with the king." He murmured to himself, hauling his bag over his shoulder and walking in the general direction of the castle.
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