[ Lady dog hops down as their horses come to a stop, staying close by regardless -- ears pricked curiously as she takes in the stables. Lancelot shifts in his saddle, swings himself out and flinches as he slides off -- rubs distractedly at his arms as he watches the horse being taken. The puppy looks from him to Morgana uncertainly, unsure she likes this. Lancelot shares her uncertainty, and yet... ]
If you are bringing me here, then, do you hope to make an ally of me?
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If you are bringing me here, then, do you hope to make an ally of me?