The White Citadel is not yet fully finished, but it has risen quickly. Seelie troops do their best to help, and magic is rife in the area. Mages of all types sink runic magic into the stones, weave protection spells, help move some of the heavy stone.

Lancelot prowls around it anxiously, checking in with troops camped around it. Listening to issues and directing people. He's in the middle of another loop when he spots Merlin watching. In a time of war, nobody standing around watching a fortress is innocent until proven guilty. He rests a hand on the hilt of his blade, catches the eyes of some guards to draw their attention and makes for Merlin with a calm determination.

"I am Marshal Lancelot of the Seelie court. You step into protected territory. State your business."