Update!
Arthur doesn't know what to think. Evil shadow creatures that prey on unsuspecting travelers? Sure. He's seen stranger. Source of said information being a peasant who apparently enjoys, and holds, his cups as well as Gwaine? Not out of the question though the reliableness of such a source should definitely be questioned until confirmation is received. Merlin, drunk? That is a beast that Arthur doesn't know how to handle.
For starters, Merlin is normally loath to have any mention of magic. Except, it seems, when drunk, at which point magic seems to be his prime topic of conversation. Last time it had been his irritating and inexplicable denial of having magic – despite no one having recently accused him as far as Arthur is aware.
This time his friend had declared himself a knowledgeable expert of all things magical from the dragon living under the castle- a castle myth that everyone's heard before and surly no one actually believes is true- to Gaius being the epitome of attractiveness in the eyes of pixies- an absolutely ridiculous notion. As the 'hard facts' get wilder and wilder, Arthur simply herds the man back to his bed.
Now, as he sits up waiting for the emergency patrol he'd sent out, just in case, to return Arthur wonders just where Merlin comes up with his stories. Perhaps he spends too much time in the library, Arthur decides as his eyes droop lower and lower.
Not once does he consider the possibility that every word is true.
So...? Tell me what you think.
