"About ten paces to your left," Gwaine whispered, and the puffy-coated servant turned to view the wench in question.
Merlin recognized her; indeed, she was viewed as one of the prettiest girls in the town, with very little in her head to balance it—some would argue that was better.
"Fifteen paces directly behind you," Merlin said, and Gwaine looked, his face creasing in disgust.
"The old woman? You think she's pretty…?"
"Morgana in disguise. Using a spell to look old."
"What? We need to tell Arthur!"
Merlin snorted aloud. "Like he'd believe us. No, her games have begun again."