Is this what it feels like to be grounded? In all honesty, probably.

I had nothing to do in Camelot beyond watching Artoria do her work or observing the training grounds. It gets so boring and I've already taken enough walks to memorise most of Camelot.

So, I decided to get to know the knights of th Round Table.

Bedivere stayed with Artoria almost the entire time, holding a schedule and taking notes of her commands. He was honestly a good and hardworking right hand man, but it made him hard to speak to, so I decided to just wait for when he's free.

Gawain didn't like me and that wasn't something he kept a secret. Though, surprisingly, he didn't really do or say anything. He would just glare and keep his opinion to himself. I have to admit that I'm impressed that he can stay professional despite his personal opinion.

Tristan was resting home from his latest mission so I had no idea where he was. Lancelot was busy with the new recruits and preparing them for battle.

That left Kay and Agravain, the former of which was still punishing himself. Which left the tactician to be the only company I can have right now.

I found him overlooking one of the constructions of Camelot's walls. He was standing near a table covered in papers and maps as workers went back and forth around him. Behind him was the white wall of Camelot, mostly finished.

"And what reason do you have of bothering me?" Agravain asked as I approached him.

"I just had nothing to do and, since I'm staying here for a while, I thought I'd get to know the knights of Excalibur's wielder," I explained to him as I looked over the construction site. "The wall seems to be going well."

"Hardly," Agravain scoffed, looking back at the papers in agitation. "Because the resources are late, we're behind schedule. I have half a mind to go get the resources myself and chew out the idiots that are supposed to escort them."

Looking at the wall again, I asked. "So... what exactly are you missing?"

"Marble stone, lots of it. We also need iron and wood to help set it up and add layers to-"

I didn't really listen to the rest as I pulled Baraka out and stabbed it on the ground. Agravain looked at me in confusion and the workers around stopped what they were doing to watch.

Suddenly, three large cubes made of marble stone, metal, and wood burst from the ground behind me. Each one was the size of a house.

"Will this help until the resources are delivered?" I asked, though it obviously was rhetorical.

Agravain looker at each cube and sized it with his eyes. "They'll have to do. The wood we can chop ourselves and we should work on it first. The iron and marble stone will be harder to work with."

"I can cut them up for you," I suggested, pulling Baraka out of the ground and turning its edge to diving metal.

"Alright," Agravain nodded before looking at one of the workers, who were all frozen at what they just saw. "Have some men bring in saws to work with the wood. Make beams out of it to help the construction."

"A-ah, yes, Sir Agravain," the guy came out of his shock and immediately ran to follow the order.

"So, how do you want them?" I asked as I stood besides the marble cube.

"We'll need plates from the marble," Agravain answered, walking closer and standing besides me. "We'll need it to be thick enough to be used on the wall, but not too think that we'd have trouble using it. Cut it about... right here," Agravain pointed at a place in the cube.

"Alright," I swung my sword and cut a large part of the cube. Before the plate fell, I jumped under it and stopped it with my hand to slowly place it down and avoid having it damaged. "Do you want me to cut it into smaller cubes for the men to work with?"

"That would be more efficient, yes," Agravain nodded and I just went to it. Each plate we made was as large as a door and as thick as a man's chest.

"So, tell me," I decided that this would be a good time to talk since I'm working. "What's it like being a Knight?"

"Usually, people would ask how to become a Knight, not what it is like to be one," Agravain commented, crossing his arms and watching me work.

He was studying me while giving me as little information about himself as possible. He really is shrewd.

"I'm not really interested in knighthood. I'm the kind of person that focuses on what I believe is right rather than what I believe is honorable," I explained as I kept cutting the marble.

"Most people would not see a difference in the two," Agravain replied.

"Ah, but you're not most people, are you?" I teased as the men with the saws came in and started working on the large wooden cube. "After all, the honorable thing would have been to stay with your mother regardless of her nature, but you did the right thing and leave to join Arthur."

Agravain flinched and his frown, if possible, got deeper at the mention of his mother. "Creating a great kingdom is something I do not believe she was capable of. As such, I joined his majesty."

"You believe Arthur has the most chances than anyone else?" I asked rhetorically. After all, he wouldn't be here if he doesn't believe that.

"His majesty certainly has more chances than that old dragon still living in the past and a deluded witch that believes she's queen simply because of her birth," Agravain replied, disdain filling his voice.

"Ha!" I barked a laugh. "You go straight to the point without mincing your words, don't you?"

I didn't forget that he didn't actually answer my question. I'm just bored enough to humour his attempts at deflecting them to learn about me and gauge my personality and abilities.