❛ SMUGGLED HIM out in a dress i hear, ❜ gwaine laughed, uncaring of the many looks thrown his way at his volume or the words he had spoken. camelot still retained the scars from the immortal army that had stormed through, but it still lived. the story continued & gwaine, though he knew not how or why, had been swept in its pages. he leaned forwards, hand on the table & eyes vivid, ❛ i praise gwen’s ingenuity & her cleverness. sir leon’s not going to hear the end of it for a very long time. not if i have anything to say about it, anyway. ❜