Special Guests
The assembled army of Logres, plus many allies.
Gossip
“Don’t you think that we should go away now, before it is too late?”
“The king is here with all the knights of Logres. We are safe.”
“But how do you think Uther will fight, sick as he is? The men seem uneasy with it.”
“Do you think we have enough supplies set aside, in case we have to run for it?”
“Well, I’ll say that I’m going to spend the night with that new squire if we’re that close to dying.”
“Listen, darlings, Uther may be ill, but it isn’t over yet.”
“Don’t you think we ought to sleep in the stables, ready to get out of here, in case the Saxons get here? I’d go to my cousin’s now, but I think we’ll get earlier warning here if we have to run…”
News
Brastias: “They’re just Saxons, men. We have beaten them before; we will beat them again. They aren’t even smart enough to ride horses!”
Ulfius: “The Saxons wintered at Eburacum and have begun moving south. We are going to get them.”
Royal Conversation
None. The king remains ill.