Gwaine's mother didn't raise an idiot.
He knew, when he was hiding out from the regulars, he should always go to the tavern, but he shouldn't go to
the tavern.
The Rising Sun was the best place in town, with the best drinks for the best price, but there was this one place in the lower town Gwaine quite liked called the Broken Drum, where the alcohol didn't taste
quite like sheep dip, and anyway was cheap enough for it not to matter, and you only got in a fight if you, like, stabbed someone's granny in the face.
For Camelot, it was a seedy dive: but considering some of the haunts Gwaine had survived, it was practically
Cockayne. And it had the added advantage that no one recognized him here, or, rather, if they did, they didn't say. He put his money down first, as was the custom here (sadly) and ordered an ale. It was black and syrupy and warm, but Gwaine liked it, in a weird way, probably the same part of him that liked cheap harlots and planning to sleep when he was dead.
The problem with the Broken Drum was that you didn't go there to meet people. You didn't talk to strangers at this tavern. You came here to get away, to not be recognized, to meet someone or pretend to be someone you weren't. Which was sad, in his opinion: the main drawback of the place, which was why he only went here when he
really needed to hide.
It was therefore a surprise when a
young man sidled up to the bar next to him.
"Can I get the next round?" he asked. He was blonde, martial-looking, dressed in fine clothes over fine armor. A sword hung at his side, though he seemed as if he wanted to hide this under his cloak. He had a dishonest face--Gwaine liked that in a man.
Gwaine narrowed his eyes and looked around him, as if expecting a fight, but nothing else was out of the ordinary, so,
"Sure," he said.
The man grinned and sat down.
"My name's Kilhwch," the stranger said.
Another oddity. You didn't just
introduce yourself in a place like this! Unless it was a fake name. But Gwaine usually came up with things like William and Henry when he was coming up with fake names, not something that sounded like he was hawking up a loogie.
"You're new here, aren't you?"
"And you're a knight of Camelot, aren't you?"
Gwaine froze. He'd left his armor and cape behind, though it was possible he would be recognized by his countenance alone. Still--
Gwaine laughed and took a deep pull on his ale. "New in town, but not naive. A hustler."
"Something like that," Kilhwch grinned.
Gwaine liked this guy, and they drank in silence for a while. "So what brings you to Camelot?"
"The business of pleasure."
"Ha. Barkeep, another round. But seriously."
Kilhwch waggled his eyebrows. "I have business with your king?"
Gwaine's hand went instinctively to his sword.
"Easy, champ, not that kind of business. I'm actually a cousin of the King, myself."
"Wait, what?" Gwaine practically choked on his beer. "Aren't you supposed to
announce that sort of thing? Write a letter on the royal letterhead, have heralds announce your arrival, that sort of thing?"
The blonde man shrugged. "Yeah, but where's the fun in that?"
Gwaine pursed his lips, considering. "Fair enough."
They drank in silence again. A serious drinker. Was there anything
not cool about this guy?
"You do know the King is still on his honeymoon?"
"Wasn't sure, actually, but good to know. Say, you wouldn't happen to know the best haunts in this town? A bar, a brawl, and a brothel, I like to see one in every town. You look like a man with similar predilections: can I count on your recommendations, sir...?"
Gwaine chuckled. "Gwaine. Sir Gwaine. Knight of Camelot. Well, I'd recommend the Rising Sun--usually good for a fine drink, lovely ladies, and a fair fight. Me and the boys will be there later tonight if you'd like to join us."
"Nope. Had plans to see the sights tonight."
Gwaine nodded. "Don't miss lighting the ramparts at sundown."
"You won't mention I was here? Only I wanted to surprise my cousin."
Gwaine shook his head, belching under his breath. "If you're looking for a place to stay that isn't the castle, the Seamstresses' Guild usually will have a few rooms to rent. Though I could get you a decent room in the palace without name-dropping if you like."
"Oooh, Seamstresses!"
"Not
that kind of Seamstresses, I'm afraid," Gwaine said with a wink. "Camelot's a quaint little place."
"I'm sure it is. Well, I'll be seeing you around, Gwaine," Kilhwch said, standing, and, "Here," he said, slamming a coin down on the counter. "Last one's on me."
Gwaine washed down the lingering grin with more black ale as Kilhwch walked out the door. He'd be fun to have around the castle, Gwaine mused. He finished his last beer and left in a hurry. Leon and Merlin would almost certainly forgive him by now, and he had somewhere to be.