“Well, I’m pretty sure dinner will be starting soon so I’m going to go.” I said before walking over to her. As soon as she got close to her the pendant sucked her inside. I set the old pendant back in my old pants pocket and walked out to the dinning hall. The smell of fire roasted bird and a mix of spiced vegetables infiltrated my nose like a bullet as I walked by the kitchen. Looking through the crack in the ajar kitchen door I saw Medea being scolded by Shera.

She wasn’t really saying much other than that she needed to be more useful. I was going to walk in and say something just as she raised her hand to hit Medea. Medea cowered slightly but didn’t dare move. The door creaked from me pressing on it and Shera looked up to see me with my head peeking in the doorway. She froze in place and slowly lowered her hand before patting Medea on the shoulder.

“Just... get to work.” she said with a concerned tone to Medea. Medea walked off to help bring out some dishes and Shera looked up again to see that I was no longer behind the door. Looking around her she shook her head and walked off to start pouring the wine and beer into pitchers.

“You have become a hovering parent, haven’t you? It’s only been a day or two.” I heard Elysif scold from the pendant with what sounded like jealousy.

"Are you jealous that I'm being a little protective of your mom?" I asked.

"Not at all. I just think that she deserves a little bit of abuse for what she's done." Elysif said with a matter of fact tone.

"You do realize that Mordred was going to do the same thing to me not too long ago and you wanted to stop it. Seems like a double standard." I said.

"That's different. I know you're a good person and that she's a bad person." Elysif replied.

"I guess, but that doesn't mean you can punish her for something she has yet to do. You can punish her later when we see her in the future, okay." I said in a somewhat convincing tone.

"Okay, I guess. You can do whatever you want." She said before I entered the dining hall.

As it was before knights were talking throughout the hall. Laughter echoed everywhere and one of the knights was already drunk. Around thirty of them sat around the table in a joyful haze. The only one who didn't seem happy was Lancelot who had a twig stuck in his hair from where he was thrown into a ditch earlier. He just sat at the edge of the table drinking quietly. As I sat down one of the older knights that I had yet to meet stood up.

He had short white hair, a beer belly, and was covered in scars. Rather than wearing a loose fitted shirt and pants like the rest he was dressed in a loose fitted shirt and a kilt. A dagger adorned each of his hairy calves and an axe was hanging from his side.

"Everyone! Before we eat I would like to say that Arthur is away for the night. In order to show that we still care we have decided to not serve his favorite beer." He said in a Scottish accent that sounded like it was fused with a Welsh accent. Everyone cheered at this and raised their glasses.

"It is a shame we will not be drinking that piss tonight but I know you all are happy about it." The old knight said with a smile before sitting back down.

I looked around and didn't see Mordred anywhere. Surprisingly I didn't see Elijah either. I guess they were both late or off doing their own thing. As I did before I dug into the food and as discreetly as possible I passed food into the pendant. Thankfully no one saw so I continued dropping food into it whenever I could.

"You seem to fit right in." Gwaine said from across the table.

"I don't know about that. I still haven't fought alongside any of you yet." I replied as I slipped a hard boiled egg behind my hand and into the pendant.

"Well, that is the test. Don't worry though. I saw you practicing with Mordred earlier so I think you’ll be fine.” Gwaine said as he tried to figure out where the hard boiled egg I just had went.

“Thanks. When do you think they’ll send us out to the front lines?” I asked as I poured myself a glass of wine. Gwaine rubbed his chin and looked around so I quickly placed the pitcher against the pendant and it was sucked in like the rest.

“Probably sometime in the next month.” Gwaine said as he turned back to face me. He looked a little strange though as he started eyeing the table.

“Is something wrong?” I asked.

“Did one of the maids take the wine pitcher when I wasn’t looking?” Gwaine asked with a very confused look on his face.

“I don’t know. I just had it a second ago.” I said as convincingly as possible as I too began looking around the table for the wine pitcher that I knew was in my pendant.

“I guess I’ll just ask for another.” Gwaine said with a disheartened look before getting up and walking over to one of the maids. As he did the pitcher appeared from the pendant underneath the table. I was barely able to catch it before it slammed against the floor. Setting it down I kicked it across the floor to the end of the table. Thankfully it was empty.