[h2]Knights of the Round Table[/h2]
[h3]At the Arena[/h3]

Lancelot had put his Master's position to work over night and managed to contact some more of the knights--bringing them together both with the note that the king would be there, and that Gawain's disappointing record couldn't be allowed to stand. It was making the arena registration room quite crowded right now--not only was there Lancelot, Mordred, Arturia, Mordred's Master, and Arturia's Master, but Tristan and Gareth had also been found, and there was a rather large preponderance of armour. Like they might need to go out and fight at any second.

It was leaving the man in charge of the bureaucracy quite overwhelmed; this was both rather a lot to add to the schedule [i]and[/i] scheduling appropriate matches to demonstrate the level they should enter the contests in was even more trouble: though it might seem ridiculous to test the Knights of the Round Table in such a manner, no single person could accurately tell where the heroes of the past fell in relation to one another. The mere fact that someone as seemingly useless as a Roman Emperor could [i]fight[/i] forced throwing preconceptions out the window.

"Arturia, this is taking aaaaages," Laetitia whined, not happy about being stuck here with everyone else whilst the paperwork slowly got processed. Ah... she'd wanted to sleep in today, but here she was woken up and dragged along, "Can't we just have you and Mordred in the afternoon and the rest of us can go buy breakfast and watch?"

She assumed that Seria wanted to get out of here too...