It's hardly the lower town, but the small village could almost feel like one of the many in Camelot's countryside. Arthur spends more time walking about the place than speaking with the locals; and when he does it's little more than quiet formalities. Rather than being uninterested in mingling, he's more keen to discover what he can about the mountains and wildlife, reckoning (incorrectly) that's best done by exploring.

The hill children, as it happens, haven't the faintest bit of tolerance for Regal Snow Brooding. Snowballs catch on his cloak, then shirt as he turns, and a protestation (a jest, really, something along the lines of I'll grant you courage for striking a king, but in my lands -- ) gets drowned out by a very well-aimed snowball to the face. Terribly dignified indeed.

He'd like to believe that he's just as capable with a servant as without, but he'd be wrong. While he's all too ready to volunteer for hunting and training, the more menial tasks - the one he'd normally set Merlin to do -- go wanting; he hardly notices he does it. He can be found at the armory, inspecting the weapons at their disposal (quality, number, type, all thankfully familiar compared to the likes of Cetagandan weapons).

More often, he trains with them, favoring swordplay. He mostly attacks training dummies, though he won't turn down a spar.

Amidst alien lands and fantastical technologies, Arthur finds himself feeling almost at home in the middle of a battle. His weapon of a choice is a sword from the armory; and if it's not the finely crafted blades of the royal smithies which he's used to, it's sturdy and balanced to excellence, shines with reflected light off the snow. Still, he's neither bloodthirsty nor needlessly violent, cuts his way through the skirmish with scarcely a glance to ensure his enemies' deaths. It'll likely get him shot in the back one day, but for now his focus narrows onto the person newly before him.

And he hesitates, sword stilled.

"I have no quarrel with you," he says, low. "This war is neither mine nor yours."

Any other scenario. Get paired with him for recon! Find him choking after a pull of maple mead (and pretending that never happened)! Go wild.