He takes every steps springy, like his heart which leaps at every little things he found alien and new than what he used to see.
Merlin had lived a fairly sheltered life far north in the sleepy village of Birchwood Valley, where farmers greet the sun with their smiling faces, and return home before sundown with the bounty the fertile land had given them.
Cherishing day by day, where the local tavern would fill with the raucous laugh of the townsfolk, chattering high into the night by the tales of passing travelers and knights.
Pie eating contest would be the main event at the fair, mostly people doesn't actually care about who can eat the most pie, but who can make the best pie instead.
It is that kind of place that Merlin comes from.
Soft rhythmic heartbeats of tranquility.
But from the view he is getting near to, that is the opposite to his sleepy valley.
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The city of Camelot looms high into the heavens, visible even from afar. The tall spires of the royal palace easily become the beacon to where navigators anchor directions.
Sprawling around the palace are the city itself. Covering miles, stonemasons pride themselves in the arts. They are the testament of the will of the king, as well as the embodiment of human ingenuity.
Merlin hails friendly travelers with their carts and carriages when they greeted him along the long stone paved road towards the city gates.
He prefers the walk, however. Its calming.
He have business to do here, and getting into the city will be of utmost importance.
Luckily for him, his mother, the village's resident physician are close friends with the famous Royal Physician of Camelot, the esteemed Sir Balthazar.
Hence, at the gate checkpoint, Merlin handed over the letter with the Royal Physician's insignia, and they welcomed him immediately without many check ups or searches through his belongings.
Not that he's carrying anything illegal on his self.
Stepping through the massive stone arches of the main city gate, Merlin marvels at the enormity of the structure.
The walls of the city are told to be impenetrable by the tales of the bards and the adventurers, and now Merlin can clearly see why.
Brick by brick, they're each the size of a horse drawn cart, and they towers so high that the shadow they cast can reach so many blocks of buildings.
Merlin asks for directions from the gate guards, and they pointed him towards the rows of carts with seats on them.
He thanked the sentry and makes his way towards the peculiar sets of carts.
