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Shyare looked away discreetly from Lancelot being beaten to a pulp and answered a Roman's order for ale. About fifteen minutes later, done fixing her hair and serving thirsty Romans, Shyare stood at the bar bored and tapping her fingers on the worn wood. Lancelot was still being beat up, she couldn't let it go on any longer. She felt sorry for him, and some invisible force drew her towards him.

Shyare quickly mader her way over to the cloud of perfume, a glass of water in one hand. She held her breath while pulling the wenches off him. They huffed angrily and walked away after flipping their hair.She guessed they were too tired to start fighting again. She knelt on her knees beside Lancelot. He had a bloody nose. Both of his eyes were blackened, along with a split lip. Nail marks were visible on his skin. She helped him up and sat him in a chair, pulling a cloth from her apron. She gently held it up to his split lip. She dabbed it in theglass of water and wiped away at his nose. She suddenly got a good look at the top of his head. A set of nail marks went across the top, it was bleeding as well. It was a replica of the one on her chest.

She frowned and took out another cloth. Lancelot hissed as the cool cloth touched the scratch. He grabbed her hand to stop her.

"Why are you helping?" he asked, his eyes filled with confusion. His nose was stuffed and his voice muffled, so it sounded more like "Hy are ou elpin' me?"

"I shouldn't have let it go this far," she said after a moment, still trying to stop the blood running from the top of his head.

"No, I deserved it," he said while shaking his head.

Shyare pulled the cloth away. The bleeding had stopped. She stepped back and looked at him. It seemed that he was truly sorry.

"Truce?" she asked while holding out a hand.

"Truce," he said while weakly shaking it, what Shyare didn't know was that he had crossed his fingers behind his back.

Shyare waved Bors over and asked him to take Lancelot to his room. The big man nodded, but a smile snuck up on his face at Lancelot's state of health. He pulled Lancelot roughly from the chair and jerked him towards the door.

Shyare partially heard Bors going on about Lancelot "deserving this" and "needing to be taken down a peg or two."

She shook her head and went back to the bar. Vanora nodded to her, "You can take the rest of the night off."

Shyare nodded, there were only two Romans left. Galahad was passed out, lying on top of the table, clutching a half finished glass of ale in one hand. Gawain was being pulled to his room by two giggling wenches. Tristan still sat in his corner. Danu sat in Tristan's lap, fast asleep. She noticed the twins were on the floor, asleep as well.

She made her way over to Tristan, "Will you help me get them to bed?" she whispered softly, not wanting to wake Danu.

Tristan simply nodded and stood from his chair, Danu clutched his shirt in her sleep.Shyare nudged the twins awake, they stumbled in a half sleep towards the room. Achilles was on their heels, a half eaten bone in his mouth. When they reached her door, the twins fell onto the bed before her, already in a deep slumber. Achilles trotted in and sprawled himself on Shyare and Danu's bed. She sighed and watched Tristan lay Danu beside the large wolf. She was gently sucking her thumb.

Tristan suddenly turned towards Shyare, a small smile playing on his face. He pulled Shyare into a deep passionate kiss. She had her arms wrapped around his neck and smiled against him. Danu watched from the bed and quickly shut her eyes.

"I saw you tonight," he said quietly.

"Yeah?" she said with a smile, "What did you see?"

"The fight with the Romans," he said while pulling her out the door, "The fight with the wenches," he added with a kiss, "Achilles knocking you down," he said while pulling her closer to his room, "And you making a truce with Lancelot," he finished, opening the door to his own chambers.

Shyare nodded to all of this, but stepped away from his embrace, "I have to go to sleep."

She walked away quickly, not wanting to be pulled into this so quickly. Shyare hardly knew the scout, it could never last, they were ever the opposites. She went to her room and closed the door with a sigh. There was no room on the beds, so she grabbed a pillow not being used and lay on the ground. Not bothering to change, Shyare kicked off her boots and uncomfortably fell asleep on the cold stone ground. What an interesting night it had been...

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