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[fatalement]

[ when the feed finally flickers on, it's unstable, shakily held in the hands of a young man with startlingly blue eyes - familiar to some, and not to others - confusion and uncertainty creasing his brow. ] Am I heard?

The Admiral has assigned me the task of a Warden... [ the sentence drifts, and he's nearly frowning. When has he made such deal? ] I am expected to help, and intend on doing so. A deal has been made, and I will not be the one to break it.

[ He has made a deal, yes. He does not remember choosing so, but he does know what was promised; but the promise of its completion seems too much to hope for. Even for him. Nonetheless, he will do all he needs to.

Does he have any another option? He inhales, turns his stare back to the feed. ] Right... I am Sir Mordred - Are there others, of Camelot, here? [ Maybe he was reaching, but the question was asked regardless. Unease settled to his shoulders and he inhaled.

He pauses, lips thin before he's throwing a flinch of a smile - uncomfortable and quick - the feed's way; the image pans and after a moment's fumbling, is turned off. ]

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[toldinthebook]

Welcome to the Barge. [ Because why not? Even if it's not a welcome place or... even that awesome ] I hope it was a good deal.

[fatalement]

[ no, it wasn't much of a welcome place, was it? :c ]

Thank you, my lady.

[ a beat, a sigh. ] If the Admiral stays true to his word, perhaps it will be.

[toldinthebook]

Yeah? I'd check on him, just in case. [ Having someone's word on something as big as this... why wouldn't you be a little paranoid? ] I'm Emma.