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It was quiet in the Royal Library today. I mean, it was always quiet, that was just the nature of a library, but this was different. His mentor, Geoffrey, wasn't present today, and so the scratching of his quill on paper was absent, as was his absentminded mumbling. No one from the court was present either, which was strange. Generally someone wanted to come in and get a book of some sorts. Curious, Clarke stood up and began to wander the empty halls of the library until he came across a window that overlooked the tournament field. [i][color=deepskyblue]Oh of course! Nobody is here cause the tournament is today![/color][/i]

With a mystery solved, Clarke made his way back to his room, a small dormitory that was right next to the Royal Library. He rarely saw other parts of the castle, and when he did, he was on Keeper's business, and had to rush. Such was the life of an apprentice. Back in his room, he quickly changed clothes, having been in the same outfit since the previous night. He'd been up late working, and when he had finished, he fell asleep as soon as he sat on his bed.

Content in knowing that he no longer looked like someone who rarely changed his clothes, he strolled through the castle, and out into the courtyard. Geoffrey wasn't there to keep him busy, and so he decided that fresh air would do him some good. He breathed in the smells of the town, smiling. As much as he loved books, spending all your time with them had it's downsides. He strolled throughout the town, towards the docks where he saw a large ship, a Roman ship. He furrowed his brow as he watched a young woman get into a carriage. He'd never met someone from Rome but he'd heard of their love for the mystics. Seers and the likes. A thought briefly flitted across his mind but he shot it down. Camelot was his home, and he couldn't ever leave for a cushier job. He sighed and began walking back to the castle.