The sun was beaming, but Ronan paid little attention to the weather. He held his mare at a casual trot as he neared a large stone bridge with Camelot looming on the other side like a massive stone watchmen. He had taken his hood down right after leaving the village, his short brown hair and blue eyes gleaming in the sun. His recently trimmed beard was still as short as he liked to keep it, but he also had not changed his clothing. Unlike most other knights, Ronan kept his plate within the walls of Camelot. When not performing knightly duties, he preferred to look more like a mercenary as his extracurricular activities would lead one to believe. His weapons, however, hung loosely on each side of his mare, the large mount able to carry all the weight due to its sheer size. Ronan had bred the steed from its younger years and it was the only horse he would ride anymore - Gaela, was her name. 

Gaela and her equally large owner crossed the bridge came to the gates where the city guard stood watch. Unlike other places, the guard at Camelot always looked attentive and ready to fulfill their duty. It was a testament to the rigid structure of the great city that its guard were not wholly lazy or unprepared in their aesthetic and mannerism. Ronan pulled gently on the reins and slowed to a stop as a halting gesture from the knights - a normal procedure - prompted him to do so. One of the men, carrying a large spear, marched over to the side of the mare. "State your business," he ordered. Ronan was silent for a moment before a chuckle escaped his lips. The guard raised an eyebrow. 

"My attire does well to disguise my identity, fair guard," Ronan began, "However... One would think a resident of this great city would recognize a knight." 

The guard took a step back and looked into Ronan's face only to be met with a scowl. He straightened up immediately, surprise all over his face. "S-Sir Ronan! My deepest apologies, I did not intend--" 

"Tis fine, fair guard," The amused knight interrupted, "Do make sure not to repeat such mistakes however. Lest you incur the wrath of a certain [i]virgin[/i] clad in black plate." Ronan saluted the guard with two fingers and steered his mare through the gates and into the city. As he hitched his mare to a stable nearby and jumped down to the ground, the air around King's Mall filled the man with wonder. Off duty, Ronan spent little time within the city walls so every time he would return it would feel like the first time all over again. He marveled at the sights and smells and all the people gathered and going about their business. This day was also particularly business because news of the returning knights was spreading amongst the common-folk and many more bodies than usual stuffed the Mall in order to get a glimpse. 

Strapping the unreasonably large and cloth wrapped Mace to his back via a strap which crossed his chest, Ronan made a beeline in the direction of his gathering fellows. He recognized Sir Delwin and some of the others immediately. As he neared, he put on a smile. He couldn't be gruff all the time of course. "Ah, brothers and sisters!" He nearly shouted, "Tis a fine day to be out in this open air. I trust all of you are well and such?"