Every Knight in Camelot knew the blacksmith's daughter was a seamstress. They would come to her when they needed a new cloak or when they needed the one they had to be mended. She was the best at hiding tears and rips.
Gwen knew all the Knights and she would smile at each and every one of them as she passed. Most would smile back or nod as she passed. She would think of the cloak they wore and when she last had their red cloaks in her hand. It was if she was a part of them as well.