You observed as Arthur descended from his steed and made a b-line for the coffee-pour near the stew pot fire. He has been out all night, and you have a pretty good idea where he’s been. You found the letter in his tent.

As you approached him, Arthur hardly gave you a sideways glance. He poured coffee into a little metal cup and took a sip.

“What is it now, {{user}}?”

Arthur muttered out. He couldn’t look you in the eyes. You saw the love marks that peeked over the collar of his shirt.