The Sleeping Dragon
"Interesting name," Gwaine said pausing to read the sign.
"Are you sure this is the right place," Percival asked.
"Yes, Merlin's there," Leon said.
The three of them wandered over to Merlin, who was sat on a bench outside the tavern, drinking.
"Water," Gwaine said as he tilted Merlin's tankard. "A bit of ale won't matter every now and again."
"Point of principle."
"Why are we here?" Leon asked.
"To collect Arthur, he's had a long day," Merlin said.
"Where is he, is he drunk," Gwaine asked.
"No," Merlin said, looking upwards as a shadow moved across the sky.