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[ Lancelot looks tired, dishevelled, but determined. He's at least free of injury now, and making an attempt to look some degree of... serious, collected. In control. He's also in the company of John Grimm, who while not exactly looking pleased probably looks a few degrees less wrecked. Lancelot takes a deep breath, and manages to force a small smile. Behind them appears to be the training yard of Caer Glaem, which is being slowly set up by a few soldiers milling around.

Lancelot's tone is quiet as he speaks, quieter than perhaps people who know him may be used to, but it is measured and firm still. Controlled. ]

For those who do not know me, my name is Lancelot. I am Field Marshal here in Caer Glaem. Those of you that do, however, may recall I ran a training session a month previous. John Grimm --

[ -- and Lancelot glances sideways to the man with him. ]

-- and I have been asked to run them as a regular effort henceforth.

[ Your go, John. ]

The both of us have experience fighting both at home and in the Drabwurld, if you’re worried about qualifications. If you don’t know how to fight, even to simply defend yourself, then we ask that you absolutely come. If you do know how to fight, we ask that you come anyway; if nothing else, this is a good chance to practice your skills and maybe learn a few new ones. The same applies if you use magic.

[ A pause and, though it looks like saying this pains him, John adds: ]

Though we do ask that you not use lethal force. Training weapons will be provided as needed, and we will have healers standing by at each session.

[ Lancelot hesitates, nods approval finally as he tries to work out other things they need to cover. Right. Be encouraging, sound like you know what you’re talking about Lancelot. You just declared yourself supposedly in charge. Try to seem like you deserve that. ]

The training yard here will be set up to allow any who wish it to come and go as they please. We will try to attend every day but if we are not on hand some of the soldiers will always be here. Even the strongest of soldiers can benefit, fighting styles are different here in the Drabwurld. The shard that sits inside your chest can be used to amplify your strength and speed, and I will happily pass on the art to any who ask. As much as that, you are of course welcome to help us train if you have the experience. We will not turn away help.

We know that many of you do not want to take part in this war. That’s fine. But the Drabwurld is dangerous, and it’s not just the war that makes it that way. We can help you learn how to keep yourself alive in the event that something happens.

[ A pause, and he glances sideways at Lancelot, then nods slightly to himself. ]

[ Lancelot offers John a tiny smile, than turns back to the locket and inclines his head a little. ]

Thank you for your time.

[ Will that do? That’ll do. ]

[ OOC; Log if anyone wants to play out training! ]

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As John says, if you are injured you should ensure you are healed first. To strain yourself would be unwise, and we will be here every day. However. Once you are ready we will of course be happy to work with you. The sword is my preferred weapon, and we would never turn down assistance in helping those less skilled.

I will make sure to not put strain upon my injury, still I should like to visit, even if I do not yet take part of the training myself. At the very least I can spare knowledge in words, and watch as others spar amongst them. For the moment I have little else to do.

Then you are of course welcome, and we would be happy to answer any questions you have. We will be here as many days as we can, and hopefully we will all learn from each other.

I hope for that as well. [ She inclines her head. ] Though my questions now are of mere curiosity: you say the sword is your preferred weapon, are you a warrior then - a knight?

I am -- in my homeland and here both I bear that honour, a knight of Camelot and of the Seelie court's Golden Cadre.

A great honour, indeed. [ Though she is not familiar with either place. She sits slightly more upright, still her tone no less warm. ] That is where you come from, Camelot? What is it like, if I may ask?

In what sense? Camelot herself is a Citadel, it has endured much over the years but its people are strong and loyal. She is a symbol of hope, and her knights are said to be the best in all of Albion. I am honoured to be counted among them.

In... any sense, to be true. I understand there are many a world that people come from, some very different from this one or my own. Though mine is similar in some aspects, the Drabwurld still holds some strange aspects I am not so accustomed to.

I see. Well, my home is not so different to this -- save for some specific things like courts and the powers the monarchs hold. Camelot is ruled over by a king, and I am a knight within it. There are other citadels within Albion that rule over areas of land, and sometimes disagreements happen, but none so long-lasting as the one here. Magic is outlawed within Camelot itself, but not uncommon in Albion -- although not in the exact same manner as it is here, perhaps.

[ She nods as she listens attentively to his explanation, from start to end before saying anything. ]

It seems like a more peaceful place than this one, at least. Though I confess, it is strange for me to hear of magic being outlawed.

Perhaps, perhaps not. Camelot did have its strife, although not as long lived nor as all-encompassing as here. Magic is dangerous in the wrong hands, it is true, but equally can be a source for good in the right hands. Uther Pendragon thought it better to cleanse Camelot of magic entirely. The law was his to make, and his to uphold.

[ And Lancelot's to blithely ignore, apparently. ]

Such is the way of many things. A weapon too in the wrong hands may be dangerous, but in the right hands a tool of defense and protection, honour and loyalty. But... indeed, it is the King's decision to make, as you say. I only speak my mind, and do not mean to disrespect.

There is none taken, Lady Éowyn, I assure you. The words you speak are true. These things are simply the way they are because too many of the wrong hands have been seen.

That I understand. In my world much evil has been brought forth by dark magic as well, and yet if not by magic wielded by hands that do good, then the darkness would have won over our lands a long time ago. My kind would be long gone by now, along with many others.

The same is true of Camelot, but such magic is wielded in secret because of the law. Those who defend it fear their actions being seen as twist, or their power inducing fear. Perhaps one day it will not be so. For now, I understand why they hide. I only regret it must be so.

It would be regrettable indeed if it were the same where I am from as well. But those who wield magic in my world are beings of great power and wisdom, created for goodness by our Lord Eru, though sadly a few turned to darkness. No one would ever think to call them criminals.

But one day perhaps, hopefully, things will change in your world.

I have such a hope too. Will I see you on the training grounds then, Lady Éowyn?

You will, yes. I will visit the training yard as soon as I arrive at the Court in a few days.

Then I shall see you then. Travel safely.

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