Chapter 3: Gawain and Galahad

Tristan was perched by the window petting and crooning to that damn hawk and another man was sitting in one of the chairs in front of Vanora's desk.

Lancelot sighed at the wary look the man was sending Tristan. He never was a people person and had scared away at least two others seeking employment a few months ago. Hopefully this one didn't mind his 'oddities.'

"Hello." The man said when he noticed him. He was taller than Lancelot, broad shouldered, and looked like he could hold his own in a fight.

Why the hell do I always end up employing either bald guys or guys with long hair? Lancelot wondered as he looked at this man's blonde ponytail and Tristan's long hair and thought about Bor's and Dag's lack or hair.

"Lancelot Dulac." He stretched an arm out and shook the offered hand.

"Gawain Orkney."

"Why don't we come in here." He motioned at his office and turned to say goodbye to Tristan, but he was already gone. Gawain had noticed this too and sent a pointed look at Lancelot. The shorter man just shrugged, "He takes his work uhhh very seriously. That was Tristan Cornwall if he didnt introduce himself, which he probably didn't."

"He didnt."

"Figures."

They both took their seats. "I uh don't exactly have a resume." Gawain said.

The other man laughed, "Trust me for this job you don't really need one. I just have some questions."

Gawain nodded, looking a bit nervous.

"First can you use a gun?"

"Yeah, I mean I'm no marksman but I can."

"Good good, you know how to fight?"

Gawain nodded.

"College?"

"Two years at Oxford on scholarship."

Lancelot perked up, "Only two?"

"Yeah."

Well seems I always end up employing the silent types too. Lancelot thought. "Ever get in trouble with the law?"

Gawain's face seemed to get a little red in embarrassment, "Uh yeah that's uh why I never really finished college."

"How long and why?"

"Few months and because I needed some cash so a friend of mine mentioned a job that was going down."

Lancelot nodded, "I guess you have some not so legitimate friends?"

"A few, wouldn't call them friends but I'm owed some favors."

"Good, and would this be a part time or full time job?"

"Part time I guess, even though I control my hours at the other job so it doesn't really matter, whenever I'm needed."

"What do you do?"

"Own a tiny bookstore."

Lancelot nodded. Gawain at first didn't at first seem the bookish smart type. He was rough around the edges and had the look of someone whose been thru hard times and knew what they were doing. And despite that dangerous glint in his eyes and his shirefield accent he spoke intelligibly and carefully. "Well congratulations Gawain you get the job. Can you start right now?"

Gawain looked startled for a second but nodded.

"Good, uhhh here's a gun we're going down into Shirefield, gotta find a statue. You know any blackmarket people."

"I can name a few."

"Good lets get going."

Galahad Benwick found the building easily enough. It was old and probably cheap considering the area it was in. But all in all the building was in good shape. Going up the stairs he got to the first floor and on the door it read: Dulac and Cornwall: Camelot Investigations.

He stood up a little straighter, fixed his unruly hair, and straightened his tie. If he could land this job things would be a whole lot better. Maybe he could finish law school without using anymore of the money his uncle left him.

Once inside he was greeted by a redhead secretary who smiled kindly and ushered him to an office door. "You'll be meeting with Mr. Dulac, he's the head of all this." She said giving him a little shove thru the door way.

Inside was a man maybe a few years older than him, sitting at a desk eating his lunch. As Galahad walked in the man's head shot up and piercing brown eyes met his. After a moment or two of scrutinizing Galahad, the man finally grinned and reached foward to shake his hand. "You must be Galahad Benwick, hello I'm Lancelot Dulac. Take a seat, sushi?" He asked holding one up by a pair of chopsticks.

"Uh, no thank you sir."

The dark haired man's nose scrunched up, "Don't call me sir, Lancelots just fine. So Bors told me your not exactly a lawyer yet."

Galahad thought back to the large bald headed man in the pub last night. He had gone just to grab a drink and ask if anyone needed legal aid (he wasnt a lawyer yet but he knew enough to be able to give legal aid for those who couldnt afford a lawyer). Bors had told him that the PI agency he worked for was looking for someone to help out with legal stuff and he should stop by the next morning. "No I still got a year."

"How old are you?"

"23, I skipped ahead in high school."

"What do you plan to do once you graduate?"

"Set up an office down here somewhere."

A dark eyebrow rose, "The money aint exactly good down here."

"I didnt do this to make money I did it to help people. I grew up here I guess I want to help out."

"If you take this job you wont exactly be helping out in the way you want to."

Galahad shrugged, "I need the money, I'm losing my apartment, and the only way I've been paying for college is because of some money an uncle left me."

"Fine with me, your job will be to give legal advice, aka tell us when we're doing something stupid. We've already almost gotten sued and or all thrown in jail a couple of times. You may also do office work, check up on cases, and stuff."

Galahad grinned, "Yeah that sounds great."

"If you want, an employee of mine is looking for a roommate, if you need a place to stay."

His grin got even wider, "Really cause my landlords gonna kick me out tomorrow if I don't get him the rent."

Lancelot shrugged, "Its probably fine with Gawain, he's the most easy going man you'll ever met."

"So," Galahad couldnt help but look around, interested, "do you guys have any like cool bugging high tech spying stuff?"

Lancelot laughed, "Nah, we have Tristan."

"Tristan?"

"Yes?" A voice suddenly came from behind him. Galahad jumped up at least an inch and spun around to look at the man who snuck into the room and behind him silently.

Tbc...

A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Keep on giving me your feedback! Thats it for meeting people now its going to jump ahead and Arthur will finally come back into the story.