"It was okay. Still too many extras for my liking." Casey hopes she doesn't notice the fading bruises and small cuts he's still sporting from his run in with that gal who took his knife from him. He frowns, instinctively brushing his hand against his back pocket, confirming that it's gone. He's gonna get it back, though. No-one takes a weapon from him and gets away with it for long.

Trying to refocus on Guinevere, he moves closer, reaching out to lift a mace and inspect it. Looks like a bucket of water, a stuff scrubbing brush and some kind of cleaning agent is gonna be needed.

"I feel kinda weird staying at the palace and taking advantage of your hospitality. But thanks, it's better than staying where I was."