Lucan swore to himself, lifting up his boot to examine the whatever-it-was mess he'd managed to tread in. Pulling a vaguely comical face, he attempted to scrape it off on the graveled path, doing a rather excellent job of looking like someone who had some unfortunate hopping problem in the process. Still, animal mess aside, he had missed Camelot. Various things had kept him away for far too long, and many of his links and connections had fallen into disuse during his time locked at the outskirts of the Kingdom. Of course, Lucan was a country boy at heart, and he'd be lying if he said a part of him hadn't delighted in rolling hills and unbroken skies, but there was a lot to be said for the noise and chaos of the city.
So here he was, having finally managed to get his affairs in such an order that he could afford to leave them in others capable hands and retreat back to his home and duties in the city.
If only he could get this damn stuff off his boot, he might start with the tavern.
Lucan swore again, this time a lot louder, lifting his foot again to examine the sole. Last thing he needed was to be tredding a foul smell around Camelot... Looking around, he spotted a patch of grass that had managed to sprout on the edge of the path, and hurried over to the green blades before a convenient horse or something decided to rip it up. In fact, he was still scrubbing his foot against the ground when someone approached him....
There was so much that needed to be done and Kadeligh was beginning to doubt she could get it all done before the sun set. Brice; her beloved horse needed to be fed and be taken out for a ride, her brother would need a good solid lunch before he went out on his petrol, one of her dresses needed fixing and she had to meet with one if the lords of Beaumont and help them around Camelot and discuss future trades with her family estate and Camelot. Usually her father dealt with this but Lord Farley had been on his way to Camelot for other business reasons so her father had left the task for her, as for the rest of the tasks; yes she has maids and staff she could use but she couldn't rely on them for every little thing, especially now that her father was arranging for her to be married; and to an awful man at that. But he was a duke and the union between the families was a 'wise and beneficial choice for both parties'; or so her father had claimed. Kadeligh truly did not want to go through with it and was trying her best to avoid returning to Beaumont to see her future husband and begin the arrangements.
Now usually she didn't like to defy her father, not when he had out their family at such a high risk by not revealing her secret. But the 'honourable' Duke of Beaumont was a detestable man, he was rude, cruel, manipulative and more often then not he had blackmailed people into doing what he wanted, using his power and money to get what he wanted. He was a fair fee years older then her, in fact she remembered him reaching his twentieth birthday when she had been five years old, as the older she had grown the more he had tried to pursue her. Obviously it was not uncommon for such age gaps to be within a courting and she wasn't getting any younger. But she was a romantic at heart and had hopes to marry out of love, not because of some agreement between two men treating her like she was some sort of prize to be won.
After finishing her ride and cleaning of Brice she decided to head towards the market place, she had some time before he had to prepare food for Bedevere and her meeting with Sir Stilskin wasn't until the early evening, and although she had now been the victim of attempted mugging twice now, she was still determined to find herself something nice. Although her guard and escort was usually stuck to her like a shadow (more so now then before) she had manged to convince him to take the day off and enjoy himself. He had been reluctant at first but Kadeligh had soon soothed his worries; and unknown to her guard or her friends she no longer walked the streets unprotected. An attempt on her life and someone trying to make off with her coin purse had been enough for Kadeligh to decide enough was enough, she couldn't rely on her powers; not with the law how it was so now she carried around a small knife, concealed in a pouch that she now carried with her at all times. Of course the knife held other purposes like letter opening and opening sacks and getting pesky stones out from her shoes, but just knowing it was there gave her confidence and security to go about her day.
She had almost neared the marketplace when Kadeligh stumbled upon a ghost; metaphorical of course but it had been so long since she had seen Sir Lucan that it was almost as if he had disappeared off of the world. Her brother had explained that Lucan had been 'forced' to take care of the estate after his mother's passing which was understandable given the circumstances but she had missed him greatly and the majority of her letters had gone unanswered; the likely explanation being that her friend had been far too busy and saddened by his mother's calling to be with their Lord to be able to sit down and compose a reply. But now here he was, back in Camelot and with no idea how long he would be here Kadeligh wasn't about to waste any of it. Walking up to him she noticed he seemed to be having trouble with his shoe and took out her small knife and offered it to him. "Isn't it the man's role to come to aid and rescue of a..what do you call it? A damsel in distress?" She teased light heatedly, overjoyed to be seeing such a dear friend again.