Avalon

A man with graying hair entered the tavern. Eyes followed him as he moved, those that belong to the merry drunkards who are filling their bellies with alcohol. Moonlight can be seen from outside the windows, gentle in comparison to the liveliness of these drunk men.

The man who just entered moved through the crowd, not making a single eye contact. Everyone knows that it’s a bad idea to look at men whose heads aren’t in the right place. This precaution is used by the man until he finally reached his destination; a group of five at the second floor of the tavern.

None of them have cloaks hiding their faces. That’s why it’s easy to make out who they are. None other than Merlin’s former allies. Members of Avalon and, to be more precise, the ones at the top of the rankings of the Guild.

“Any news Sam?” Arthur asked in an impatient tone.

“None sir.” The butler answered. “There doesn’t seem to be any link between the dungeon clearers and Gerald’s team.”

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