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[adragoness]

[Breaking up a tavern brawl, outnumbered]

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Pre-Series 4 Arthur here :OP

[not_a_clotpole]

[Arthur's beginning to suspect that the Rising Sun is just some people's excuse to get rowdy.

With a woman in attendance!

Arthur throws himself into the fray.]

[not_a_clotpole]

[Arthur is terribly affronted by the suggestion he would forge a royal seal, the very suggestion is insulting.]

"I don't know what spell has been cast over this place, but I have protected Camelot with my life many times, and I'm more than willing to do so again, so whoever's behind all this, show yourself!"

[adragoness]

[Grimacing, Arturia glances over her shoulder to the door behind which the sparse few guards she'd taken with her now stand. After a contemplative moment, the Princess returns her gaze to her male counterpart.]

I'll give you one chance to admit your guilt. [A beat] Give your true name and I will not charge you for attempting to impersonate a member of the Pendragon House.

[not_a_clotpole]

[That's something Arthur would probably say...in fact, this woman's demeanour is so much like his own its more than a little disturbing.]

"I'll do no such thing." [His honour won't allow it, to deny Camelot? That would be impossible.] "Go ahead and throw me in the dungeons, if you dare."

[adragoness]

You leave me no choice. [Arturia picks up her quarterstaff again, and looks to the tavern's front door.]

Guard! Arrest this man and take him to the castle for questioning!

[All at once six guards filter into the tavern and waste no time heading over toward Arthur with the obvious intention of subduing him.]

[not_a_clotpole]

[Well, Arthur certainly isn't going to come along quietly, as far as he's concerned some sorcerer is behind all this.

The guards might want to reconsider trying to subdue him, he is always armed after all.

Care to take on Camelot's Champion, guards?]

[adragoness]

[Armed or not, the men surround Arthur almost immediately. All six guards draw weapons, but it's quickly clear that they're more interested in capturing Arthur than actually hurting him.

The first half of the group approaches first, quickly and with blades raised in an attempt to deflect any oncoming attacks.]

[not_a_clotpole]

[Of course, the moment Arthur draws his sword, he realises he's got a few problems, chief among them is that the Prince of Camelot is hardly going to swing a sword about in a crowded tavern and possibly cause death and injury to bystanders.

And he can hardly incapacitate Camelot's own guards either.

He looks over at Arturia.] "I don't know what's happening here, but I know who I am, and I'm not about to deny it."

[adragoness]

Then you're as big a fool as you look, albeit a brave one. [The men nearest Arthur take this opportunity to seize the Prince's arms in an attempt to disarm him, and subdue his arms behind his back.]

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[not_a_clotpole]

[Arthur glares at her.] "We look remarkably similar, my lady," [and it's true...now that he has a chance to look at her a bit more closely.

He frowns...confused.]