[ Honestly, it was a lot to get used to. While she felt better having all of her gear, again, keeping her lance and armor tucked away in a corner of the room, she still felt like she was reeling. Another Camelot, another Arthur. She felt dizzy enough keeping up with all the different versions of her uncle back in Chaldea, but now she had to deal with one that was independent of even all that? And part of her felt like this wasn't even the same realm of Avalon that existed in her own world, either. It was just all so strange.

But a more immediate problem was presenting itself with the inn room. One that had Gareth's cheeks going as pink as the decorations, standing rigid and stammering just slightly. ]

I-It's fine! As a knight, it is my duty to provide service to the people, s-so I can just sleep on the floor! I'm used to it, so it's fine, r-right?

[ Chivalry was on the line. ]

[ Honestly, when she arrived in her full armor and carrying her lance, she had sort of hoped she'd case enough an intimidating image to the hill trolls that they'd be a little more cooperative. But being only five feet tall, in the face of a troll, did her negative favors and basically made her look more like a teenager cosplaying a knight than what her actual title suggested. Plus it seemed they had little respect for a knightly title that didn't apply to their own world.

BUT, but, Gareth was a knight of Chivalry, so she aimed for a diplomatic approach, and that's when she wound up in an all too familiar place... the kitchen. Scrubbing dishes. How ironic. ]

Ah, this does bring back memories, though...

[ She hummed, looking out the window, which just got an excellent view of the dip into the valley below the hill. ]

I basically started as a kitchen boy, back in Camelot. I didn't like the idea of my lineage putting my foot in the door, so I just disguised myself.

[ It had been hard work... but she supposed nostalgia made her enjoy it a little more. ]

[ Magecraft had always been one of Gareth's weakest points. She never could get the hang of it, and often relief on artifacts created by those with well more skill to make use of it. So to say she was a little intimidated by the whole process of learning the spell was something of an understatement. She did see the genuine use in a spell that allowed you to borrow the body of a consenting person, particularly if they had certain strengths or talents you lacked but needed in that moment. She could already imagine the benefits of borrowing Agravain's tactical skills, or Gawain's swordsmanship. Or Mordred's sheer raw power...

But she was all nerves, sitting at her end of the tent, legs crossed and hands planted so firmly on her knees they were leaving an indention in her tights. It was all a bit much, after all! ]

W-we should... probably build trust first. That's what we were told, r-right?

[ She really didn't want to screw this up, least of all for the other person. That would definitely be un-knightly. ]

[ Got an idea that doesn't quite fit up with the above? Hit me up and shoot ur shot! I'm down with anything, so lemme have it, and if you feel like you need to discuss it first, we can do that, too! ]