As Kalyn shifted the sleeping girl in his arms, a familiar voice echoed at the entrance of the alcove.
"What are you doing here?" Lancelot asked as he stepped inside, following Kalyn's scent through the narrow passage.
He took two steps forward, then stopped short. His eyes widened slightly at the sight before him. In Kalyn's arms lay a soft-looking damsel, her small face pale from unconsciousness and her golden hair falling loose over his arm.
Lance raised an eyebrow. "You found a wench? She is pretty… Your taste is as always impeccable..."
Kalyn snorted. "She is no wench. The girl was hiding here and fainted from fright because she thought I was going to eat her. She even told me that she is not tasty enough to be my next meal.
Lancelot lowered himself to sit on the other side of the alcove, stretched his legs with a tired sigh and sent him a look of amusement, "You've taken up scaring girls now… and threatening to eat them?" he murmured, shooting Kalyn a lazy side-glance.
