As impressive as Camelot might have been, Sindri couldn't help but fell ill at ease whenever he went there. 

Camelot felt like a dream to him; A cruel trick of the Fae that gave gave you a taste of a world better then your own but would fade away with the early morning mist as the sun rose at dawn. Despite the grand nature of Camelot's keep and its stone walls, Sindri couldn't help but notice just how [i]fragile[/i] the just rule of the King actually was... It would only take a blow or two in the wrong place at the wrong time to bring it all down.

The fact that the King had left his kingdom alongside almost all of most loyal knights in the search of a holy relic that might not even exist for an extended period of time was one of the many things that had worried Sindri deeply since his arrival at the capital several days ago; No doubt the fact that so many knights were being called in by the Lord-Regent was due to someone finally trying to take advantage of the King's absence, be it an external foe like the Saxons or an internal one... Loyalty only lasts so long when the King is away and the throne is empty after all...

Dressed somewhat formally for the occasion, Sindri bore the green serpent of the relatively newly ascended House Myr with pride on his black tunic while he watched the crowd of knights in order whom he recognized and if possible from where... for the moment however, he decided [i]against[/i] starting a conversation; Those he spied whom he recognized were already caught up in conversations with others and he felt it would be rude to butt in to what honestly appeared to be joyous reunions. He had a feeling that such moments would be common in the coming days.