[center][color=f26522][h1]Arryn Laurent[/h1][/color][/center]
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	[color=f26522]Arryn[/color] had been staying in Camelot for a few months or so, she hasn't been counting. Though most assemblies were the same in terms of content, and it was normal for the culture of Camelot; there was no way of distinguishing the current state of Camelot than what was currently happening of that moment. Was it time to enter the fray? Not yet. As she took a step closer a booming voice exclaimed.

[color=007236]"Prove your worthiness as defenders of Camelot. Face me in combat and show me that you are worthy to call yourselves knights of Britannia." [/color]

[color=f26522]"These knights must really fear this one to partake in this type of Training."[/color] Stated Arryn, she then moved a bit closer, lessening the gap between her and the other knights. [color=f26522]Is this what they consider fun in Camelot?[/color] Whatever it was, she won't allow anyone to fall. She ran her fingers on the little sun crest by her left shoulder and slowly marched her way towards the man who asked to prove these men's worthiness. 

[color=f26522]Arryn[/color] stood under the sun for awhile, letting her shield be blessed by the sun before she would do anything, it is common for her to do such a thing before a battle. From where she was stood, she had could see the man enough behind all the other men, examining him from afar. It was then she figured that he was no ordinary man, he was a druid. It was at that moment her eagerness grew, like a child who hadn't played in awhile. Though it is a stretch comparing the Bright Dawn to a child, she was more of an elderly sister type of person who wishes to protect those in danger.

[i][color=f26522]It is time[/color][/i]

She drew her shield and raised it slightly above her head, feeling the warmth of the sun on it's base as she readied herself to join the fray.