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*wandering through Camelot, lost in thought*

[grins at his Arabic, replying back in kind] Not bad.

[switches to English easily enough] I was born in Bahgdad in Persia. I have not heard of a Crusader, are they some sort of warrior class?

[threads one of the daisies into her hair] They were so lovely, I was to make a chain out of them for myself. [offers one to him with a smile] And your name, sahib?

You'll find me able, if not a quick student, milady.

*considers and almost sneers* Some would claim they are holy men. The Church has issued a call for the Knights of Albion to retake the land. If you ask me, it's waste...but most talk of magic and gods are.

*grins again, bowing a little as he takes the flower* Uther Pendragon. I'm visiting this Kingdom. And you? What brings you to Camelot?

[a smile in her eyes as well as on her lips] Magic? How terribly interesting...

A pleasure Uther Pendragon. [lifts the bundle of flowers slightly in her arms] Daisies of course. What else? [smiles]

*glances at her, laughs* Forgive me. Albion is known for the Old Religion although some wouldn't wish it so.

You needn't the Magic here, my lady. The men are far more cunning. *winks- not that he'd ever admit to teasing*

Ah, and this Camelot...it is full of such cunning men? Would you be one of them? [she would definitely admit to teasing, she does get quite flirty sometimes]

Me? Oh I'm but a humble knight. Sworn to sword and battle...

*her teasing appears to be contagious* But you'll find me willing to defend you against such brutes if called upon.

You are a warrior then? A knight... [saying it as if the word was foreign to her and she was trying it out for the first time]

That would be much appreciated...if such brutes were about. Have you come to save me from the daisies?

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