Lancelot was a little exhausted, not just physically but rather mentally. In this life, the daily management of his troops and commanders was too hectic, with them all being young and attractive women rather than gruff goblins and orcs.
'I need a drink...'
He didn't want to disturb Sebastian at this late time; who knows, the man might have a wife and cute daughter, and the world would soon become hell.
So he walked the cobbled roads quietly, with the occasional couple holding hands and walking along, greeting Lancelot with a smile.
It was peaceful as he watched the scenery of his hometown; a sense of relief and desire began to surface.
'I almost forgot how beautiful a place my home was, the wars, Avalon and Arthur...'
"When was the last time I took a moment to appreciate this place?"