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It had been a long stretch back to Camelot, that much was for certain. 

Ignatius had been traveling back from a several skirmishes along the eastern stretches of Britannia. The settlement of the area by Anglo-Saxon’s had been nearly a century old at this point and Camelot feared that it was organizing in what could become a dangerous precedent. Ignatius was known to be quick enough and familiar enough with rough terrain, though the more he stayed in Britannia the more he thought the people who were his new superiors just simply viewed him as an alien who was expendable in purpose. Though, whether he was an expendable Roman or not he did return with results more often than not— and this case was no different. Camelot’s concerns were no doubt sources in the realm of truth regarding the province of what they called East Anglica. The pagan Anglo-Saxon’s of the area had overwhelmed the Brythonic natives and have set up a petty kingdom under their leader whom they identified as [b]King Wehha of the East Angles[/b]. Ignatius preferred to gather more information, but his reputation as a Roman serving King Arthur was one likely to get him identified and killed if he became overconfident in his task.

But now, with Camelot in the distance he could feel confident of his return— though he wasn’t sure what the Knights of the Round were going to do about the news he would be bringing to their attention. The concentration of an Anglo-Saxon kingdom was dangerous, but as far as Ignatius could tell they hadn’t enacted any form of oppressive ideal or vicious declaration of eradicating the native Britons— they had just created a Kingdom where they had the strongest attribution to do so. But then again, the bordering vassals and allies King Arthur Pendragon held might have held a far different perspective than he. After all, the conflict with the migrating Saxons against the Normans and Britons wasn’t inherently new— blood had been spilled aplenty over it and it would be likely blood would be spilled again. Taking a light breath, Ignatius smiled as he rode forward and making for the gates; thinking on the bloody past was unimportant without knowing what Knight-Regent Lancelot was going to do with the information.

However, as he entered the city he was stopped by a passing emissary by the name of Iorwerth— a man ten years his junior, but in times of peril he had encountered before.

“Sir Ignatius!”

[color=a36209]“Sir Iorwerth? Are you well?”[/color]

Iorwerth’s expression and posture were faint, which was something Ignatius noticed from the emissary— he was clearly overwhelmed and fatigued. But why? What was going on? Ignatius looked away from the man for a moment to see if there was anything imperative going on around them that could be fault of such exhaustion. But there was [i]nothing[/i]— a peculiarity that worried him.

“Yes. I am just in a hurry to the stables— myself and the other emissaries of our lord have been requested to send out imperative messages to reach knights pledged to Camelot. The knight-regent has sent out a message for them to come to Camelot with staunch precedence and clear immediacy. I’m sorry, I really shouldn’t be dawdling. My apologies and good tidings.”

[color=a36209]“I see. Be well and safe.”[/color] Ignatius responded back before Iorwerth could pass him. 

[i]A staunch precedence and clear immediacy.[/i] 

The words repeated in Ignatius’ mind, his step increasing in speed as he continued to his destination. He already had to report to Lancelot following his quest that he was assigned, but to hear that something of such importance had occurred that Lancelot had to call so many others to Camelot in a state of what seemed like peril was worrying. His curiosity and anxiety piqued he made sure he would get to Lancelot before day’s end if he could help it— after all this call to arms of sorts was relevant to Ignatius just as much as any other as he had faithfully served since he had immigrated to Britannia following his incidents in his past. What in the name of god had happened? 

He didn’t know, but he was damn well sure he was going to find out.