Nov 7, 2013
+5 have approached the man-servant.
Merlin cursed under his breath, knee-deep in horse dung, as he shovelled; it appeared almost endless. Admitting temporary defeat, the young warlock propped himself up with the handle of his spade, glancing over at the entrance, and, more importantly, the figure standing within it. Forcing a smile onto his lips, he called over to them, exhaustion seeping through as he spoke. "I'm just a little bit busy at the moment, so whatever it is that you're here for, I'm afraid it's going to have to wait."
