The town was fascinating, yes, and Merlin spent a wonderful few days in it-- but soon he longed for open air. The deserts of New Mexico were nothing compared to the forests of Camelot, but it was nature, and that was what was important. Merlin took to wandering the outskirts, ignoring the warnings the townspeople gave him, knowing that he could more than handle anything that bandits threw his way.

Not many people came this far out, Merlin noted, and so was happily surprised to catch sight of a figure in the distance. A larger grin came to his face when he got wind of who it was.

"Sergeant!" he called, waving one skinny arm. "Calhoun!"