((Open to anyone, and the shop door can be open to wherever you need that they have a shop))

Sophie brushed her bright red hair up on top of her hair as she headed down stairs, grabbing a log and tossing it to Calcifer on her way across the room. She didn't understand why it was still freshly spring, and this room was sweltering. The Castle seemed to be particularly attached to the temperature of Mehrdadstan, or at least that was the only explanation she could think of. Calcifer, small and slowly curling around the fresh log, was certainly no excuse for the heat.

Neither of the other males in the house were up. She knew Micheal would be wandering down soon enough, but Howl was probably going to greatly enjoy his beauty sleep. She snorted, shaking her head. Like he needed it. Oh, that thought was far to complimentary to Howl when she was annoyed with his lazy habits.

It had been awhile since Kaguya-hime had arrived at this place. After a good deal of wandering, she had found Shangdi. Though some things here were still quite strange to the Celestial Maiden, this place more and more was becoming her home. Though she did miss the view of the Earth from the moon, she didn't miss that nearly as much as she did her lost love.

The market was filled with people and goods, and here not even her glow stood out as much as she thought it would. Her hosts, a local lord and lady were more than kind and the accommodations were close to her own home. She was eying a silk obi at the moment, a smile on her face as two small children, one the child of the couple she was staying with, ran around her. The child had appointed himself her guard and was taking it rather seriously, it seemed.

Kaguya chuckled softly as she eyed the next obi, a rich blue. It was becoming home, this odd place.

She had grown to love it.

It was a beautiful day indeed...

Lancelot strolled through Camlann, getting a feel for the city.  It had taken a while to be able to do this freely.  After his triumphant entrance into the city, he had been mobbed by adoring crowds every time he left the inn.  While he didn't mind the attention, it had made it difficult to move around freely.

Finally, however, things had calmed down.  People still called out to him on occasion, and children still ran up to touch his armour or cape, but at least he had breathing room.  He had then begun to explore his new home.

Today's walk brought him to an area of the city he had not been through before. He had paused in his reconnaissance, trying to decide which way to go (and to allow a more thorough reconnaissance of the blonde walking down the road) when he first noticed the sign over what appeared to be a magic shop of some kind.

The Wizard Pendragon...hmmm

It might be coincidence, or it might be something more. 

Well, only one way to find out...

Lancelot walked to the door of the shop.

"Hello?  Shopkeeper?"

Arthur and Galahad finally got out of the woods.  It was night again, and Arthur made his way back through the now empty streets of Camlann toward "The Wizard Pendragon's" shop.  He was hoping that the scabbard was finished, and was contemplating the strange folk he met with in the woods.  At least now he had an intelligence source.  Now, he needed some peace and quiet. 

It was then that he spied the doorway into the shop, and thereby into the Wizard Howl's castle.  It truly was a marvelous thing, this castle of his.  With it he could travel to the other shops connected to the castle.  What a wonder.  He walked to the door and knocked, hoping that no one saw his face as he did so.  There was no knowing who might be awake now. 

Well, that looked much better. The problem with living in the desert, Sophie had realized quickly, was just about every time the door opened, she had to sweep yet again. Or let the dust build up until someone else swept. Which had happened precisely zero times thus far, before she gave up and swept it out herself.

Setting the broom against the wall, she dusted her skirts off, before flopping down in one of the chairs around Calcifer's fire. She should probably cook something. Howl had been gone sometime now, and a little voice in the back of her head was starting to get more then a touch worried about him, but he could handle himself. He was a big boy.

Then again, maybe that was what she should be worried about.

Pushing herself up, she started to look around the kitchen, looking for dinner for her and Micheal.