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[pratentious]

[This time, the recording starts with a long, drawn out sigh. Then, surprisingly, it's still Merlin's voice that rattles off the voicemail in tones of long-suffering.]

Hello, you've reached King Arthur Pr--Pendragon. He isn't here to answer your call because he's incredibly important and busy. If you leave a message here with me, I'll make sure he gets it because I am a good servant--and friend-- [he adds the last bit in a rush, accompanied with a thwap!, an 'ow!' and an 'I heard that,' then forces the rest of the words out through gritted teeth] and will do anything my master asks of me.

[A couple seconds pass, then Merlin speaks again, this time sounding a bit further away, like he isn't speaking into the bracelet anymore.] There, happy now? If you ask me, the other one is still better-- Shut up, Merlin. It's time to do yours next. Wait, what --

[ click! ]

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[ video ]

[pratentious]

[ The best kind, obv. ]

Of course, my lord. How might I be of service today?

[ video ]

[sublimity]

I have a recommendation for the archery position, if it hasn't been filled yet.

[ video ]

[pratentious]

It has not. Whom did you have in mind?

[ video ]

[sublimity]

My sister, Queen Susan of Narnia. I can assure you that she is quite the brilliant archer.

[It's said more matter-of-factly than anything. He is proud of all his siblings, but he won't make such bold claims if they weren't true.]

[ video ]

[pratentious]

I see.

[ Arthur watches for any of the arrogance and self-assuredness of Lords trying to sell off their sons to the Knights when they can hardly tell their heads from their asses, but he can find none. ]

And you are confident she would be capable of instructing those that have no prior experience with the bow?