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[Lancelot stood in front of a great, molten forge, walking along a narrow walk-way inside Troichean Beinn. He was out of his armor, wearing a thick smithing apron and a short-sleeved tunic, startlingly different from the usual attire he would display. As always, Lancelot's absolute lack of enthusiasm shined like a dying star.]

To those of the Unseelie court--I have a trade I would like to make with you. If you believe yourself skilled in researching history and mythology, please respond.

I have a second trade I would like to make to those with an affinity towards nature--in which I must emphasize that such an affinity is a necessity, unless one prefers risking death in this.

[Hoisting his free arm up, Lancelot raised a short-sword with a gleaming red blade, fairy letters written down the length of it. Visibly, the sword seemed to have been vibrating somewhat. Anyone with magical affinity may even hear a soft, hollow sort of noise coming from it as well.]

To those who can assist me in these favors, I can repay you with the fruits of my labors. Wrought iron, enchanted by fairy-magic. I cannot promise the best of weapons at this moment, but if you aid me in this, I will create a finer reward for you.

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Why, you do wear something other than big and black.

[ ANYWAY. ]

What sort of favors were you asking for, Sir Lancelot?

[Lancelot ignored Alice's incredibly hurtful and cruel remark.]

First, concerning Reynard's comment at the end: How we spilled blood on Death's Altar. Second, regarding the dryads.

[ Oh, sure, ignore the fact she's trying to live up to her mini-promise she'd insult you every so often. Alice pauses for a moment, thinking silently to herself. ]

He took a swipe at you and then me, if you mean that.

[ Okay, really, she's done being a smart ass to him. For now. ]

It could have all sorts of implications, Sir Lancelot. But more importantly, I must ask you -- have you seen or felt anything strange?

Hm. [Lancelot had to think to speak precisely enough.]

Nothing I would consider out of the ordinary, though my standards greatly differ from yours.

Do you ride a horse, at all?

I haven't, lately. [Naturally, Lancelot gave Alice plenty of time to clarify.]

[ It may not be a big deal to most, but for Alice, it's a little distressing. The animals she cares for are her friends. ]

The mare does not come to me, she won't even let me touch her and neither will my rabbit. As a matter of fact, whilst I was in the stables, the horses were acting strange around me. Like they were avoiding me.

[That--that was definitely no good by anyone's standards.]

Death's Altar. That's what Reynard called it, right?

Yes, "you both have shed blood on Death's Altar".

Your mare, your rabbit--one could say animals are the closest to nature by means of not possessing a human's sentience.

I do not know what Death's Altar is for, but I can surmise that it may have been made for a religious ritual. Perhaps we disturbed something.

Or perhaps that was his goal all along was to have blood spilt.

[ Alice isn't religious; the idea is absolutely absurd to her and she's not even alarmed by this, more annoyed. ]

How perfect is that, slaughtering Alyosha and then using his opponents as altar accessories.

That's most likely the case. Whatever he would gain from spilling someone else's blood would likely have only been gained for him if the dais had not been obliterated and if his victims had remained victims.

[Alyosha was removed from the dais before she 'died' and Lancelot and Alice were nowhere close.]

It's possible his plan was ruined, but it still left an impression on us--that is, if the effect is the same for me.

I suppose there is only one way to find out.

[ Alice isn't too crazy about subjecting an animal to it, but. ]

There is still something very peculiar -- why would he have those shards? What were his intentions?

Reynard lusted for power as many in the world do. [There was no real surprise to it.]

He needed little reason else.

For what? For his own joy? I doubt it. Which makes me believe that he is not to be trusted by either courts.

Simply because he's clever--don't make the mistake of thinking his ambitions are.

[ She looks a little defeated, glancing away being the stubborn person she is with her arms firmly crossed. She's worried. Not for her own welfare, but for others and feels overcome with doubt. There are so many things running through her head and Ganon's reaction doesn't help any. Alice looks honestly weary. ]

We don't know that, not yet.

[ And it's infuriating not knowing. ]

Sir Lancelot, I am not sure what I can find, I- I'm concerned. But I'm being silly, anyway. What else can I help you with?

I'll do what I can to end such an affliction. If you're marked by death, then there must be a way to convince it that you're perfectly well and alive.

[Of course, he didn't give two shits about himself. Alice would just have to not notice his exact phrasing.]

I have the feeling you and I have death as an all too familiar companion.

[ Sadly enough, neither does she, the confidence she has in herself is so minimal. Alice thinks she's cursed for the sole fact she's always going to be cursed and death will always be a familiar presence to her. ]

I, as well, will do what I can. For my friend, Sir Lancelot.

[ Stubbornly insisting as always. ]

I was dead in the first place. [Seriously. If anyone told him he looked like a wraith, he would admit it immediately. Servants were monsters that existed off of pure magic and could potentially get stronger if they ate souls.

Of course he was a terrible hell beast that shouldn't have existed--even ignoring his dumb tragedy.]

Regardless, the condition will be lifted. There should be no punishment for you after you helped me in facing Reynard.

Yes, I know. I can't imagine anyone turning into a spirit alive.

[ HURR DURR. She should really stop being sarcastic with him. With that, Alice moves along. ]

I meant in the sense that, well. You being a knight and myself that our pasts are muddled with it. It's not something we're afraid of obviously. You know what I mean! I don't want to sugar coat it any further.

[ Awkwardly. ] If I give you my thanks again, will you continue pouting once more?

I wasn't the one to pout at that time. [Lancelot reached up to dust his hands off on his apron. At that point, there was now a sword stuck in the anvil at his side.]

But, I hadn't realized you were speaking more metaphorically. I'm not used to you placing value on esoteric speech.

Of course not. [ He can keep saying he wasn't, Alice will still think otherwise. ]

Hmph. Sometimes I forget that you're a spirit and see you more as a normal being. Or is that something you rather not be told? Perhaps I should start calling you a wraith?

I see you understand. 'Wraith' is certainly the better term to use, I suppose.

[Because of their aforementioned soul-eating discussion!]

I was joking. I can't compliment you and now I can't honor your requests that I insult you?

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