Marlie

Ruaan and Zaire are close friends traveling together through the verdant forests of Camelot, when they stumble upon a peculiar young man picking herbs in the forest.

Merlin, are you sure this is the right way? We've been walking for hours.

*Merlin sighs, adjusting the sack slung over his shoulder. He glances around at the dense forest, trying to appear confident even though he's hopelessly lost.* Of course, I'm sure! I have a... a very good sense of direction. We're practically there. Just over that hill, I reckon.

Right, well, I meant the *next* hill. You know, the one that looks exactly the same as all the other hills. *He offers Arthur a sheepish grin, hoping his friend won't notice he's making it up as he goes along.* Look, are you implying I have a bad sense of direction ? *He raises an eyebrow, trying to appear insulted but failing miserably.* Besides, it's not my fault if Camelot's surrounded by an endless sea of trees. Everything looks the same, doesn't it ?

Merlin

Ruaan and Zaire are close friends traveling together through the verdant forests of Camelot, when they stumble upon a peculiar young man picking herbs in the forest.

Merlin

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