When they finally approached the city walls, she had to stop. And just stare. Her mouth hung open a little bit before she swallowed, and glanced at Mordred. Squaring her shoulders, she began walking again. “I suppose I ought to speak to someone in charge about those bandits,” she sighed.
Mordred followed after her when she passed him, and he soon caught up with her in order to guide her towards the castle itself. “Yes, that’s the best course of action to take,” he answered, giving a light nod. Arthur would be waiting for him to return anyway and give his report, so might as well let that be included.
“I’ll have to beg one more favour of you, then, Sir Knight. Could you guide me? I’m going to be terribly in your debt,” Summer gave the tall knight her most appealing look. She hoped she would be able to get some help; otherwise she was going to have to get the loan of a sword and go back out there alone.