Hannah Lynn McDonald: Why thank you! Gramercy! That means so much! Of course he's infuriating! He was born that way! ;)

Alaia Skyhawk: "We are! YEE HAW!" ~ VanillaJ's words, *laughing*

Patiku: I'm glad! Here it is!

Through the small window in his cell, Arthur watched the sun rise in the distance. The execution was set of evening-so there was still time. Uther had come again to speak to him-and the conversation had ended the same way. His father didn't want to kill him, but the man was set in his ways.

Arthur sighed quietly, then slowly moved through the cell until he could look into Merlin's cell beside his. "How are you feeling?" he asked, looking through the still-dark cell.

Merlin nodded. "I'm all right. Okay, I'm fine. I'm okay. I'm alive. There, I'm alive." He wasn't even sure at this point what he was saying, he was just talking, and planning on continuing to do doing just that. Nothing better to do while they waited. "I guess Uther figured out the ring didn't work anymore. Took quite a while. Bet he's not s'happy now. After this I'm going to go to the tavern for real - not an excuse while I save the whole of Camelot," Merlin grinned, "But no. I'm going to go to the tavern."

Arthur laughed a single 'ha' and grinned-an actual smile for the first time in what felt like ages. "All right-I'll join-drinks will be on me." Neither of them would speak of their upcoming death. There was still time for Morgana to come back-hopefully with help-lots of it preferably.

...Morgana could see him sitting in the corner booth. Hunith and Gwen had gone searching for Kalian, as Morgana had said she would find Flynn. Her boots clacked against the wooden flooring of the Inn. No doubt he knew she was coming. She looked behind herself, the movement tossing her dark braid over a shoulder.

She sat down on the opposite bench seat in front of him.

Flynn blinked owlishly at Morgana. "Make yourself at home," he smiled in amusement, wondering what the king's ward was doing here. "I assume you're here on business, not because you missed me," he laughed. He crossed his arms and leaned back, waiting for the young woman to state her reason for finding him-she did seem like a woman who had a reason for almost everything after all. He vaguely wondered if perhaps the ring Uther had somehow started working again. Perhaps that was why Morgana was here?

"Can't it be both?" She smirked slightly, but it fell off her face as she came back to the reason for being there. "Merlin and Arthur are set to be executed sun-down," she said it bluntly. She didn't like beating around the bush, and the way and places she was raised, most people did just that. It was nice to be able to be blunt for once.

Flynn nodded focusing on what Morgana was saying now. "All right, business now then," he stated with a half-smile. "So our 'wonderful' king discovered Merlin's secret... They should've let me kill him, then perhaps we wouldn't be in this mess." He shrugged, but didn't dismiss the subject. He would help-of course. He owed that much to Merlin-and perhaps the prince wasn't so bad either.

"You didn't see me trying to stop you," Morgana's voice shook slightly, and her words were rushed, voice lowering to a soft yet angry hum. She swallowed, well-defined jaw clenching. "He's-" she stopped herself from going off on a rant. There was a time and place, and now wasn't either. Her friends were about to be executed. The man whom she'd grown up with and learned to call brother, who she would be proud of to see on the throne, and the other whom taught her the past month all she knew now about magic, and had somehow brightened Camelot.

"Uther? He's a wicked man who really has little more right than a beetle to live; yes?" Flynn asked, but didn't wait for a reply. He stood up and moved away from the table, pausing to look back at Morgana. "We've little time to waste... besides-I've been dying to pay Uther a visit." The last statement came out as a growl, and was nearly silent.

He held a hand toward Morgana, silently offering to help her up.

She took the offered hand, standing gracefully. She looked cautiously around the Inn, trying to remember which direction Hunith and Gwen had left to. Actually, she didn't need to, because three figures were now moving towards them, the two she recognized as the ones mentioned, but the man, she assumed was Kalian.

Hunith led the other two forward and stopped in front of Morgana. "We should leave now."

Flynn shook his head and looked at Hunith, replying, "You should stay."

"I'm not leaving my son to die at the hands of Uther Pendragon!" the worried mother retorted.

"I know-but you've not been well, and we need to get to Camelot quickly-I'm sorry to say this, but you would slow us down."

Hunith looked shocked, Kalian didn't look fazed at all, and Gwen looked like she didn't want any part of the conversation. "You're telling me I shouldn't come?"

"Yes-I promise you Merlin will be safe. It would be best if you stayed-trust me," Flynn stated, looking Hunith in the eyes and waiting for her response.

After a short pause, she nodded, but waved a finger in the sorcerer's face. "You keep your word-Merlin will live."

Flynn nodded, then turned to Morgana. "We can leave whenever you're ready."

Morgana nodded in reply, turning around, the group of four leaving the Inn - and the quite worried mother. The pale-skinned woman pushed through the door, the warm light that had been there before was starting to dwindle. Clouds had started to form in the sky, puffy and grey. They all headed towards the Inn's stables, going in to get the horses. Gwen and Morgana's horses had been left near the entrance, as they'd just needed a very temporary place for them while they found Kalian and Flynn.

Birds sang and bugs chirped along with them, but slowly the creature's voices started disappearing, and the smell of rain gathering in the sky enhanced. Morgana mounted, and waited for the others to bring their horses out of the stalls. She could feel her heart beat starting to pick up. They still had hours of riding before they got to Camelot.

Hopefully they would get there in time.