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Getting out of the castle was a breeze, but getting to Caerleon proper was proving to be a bit of a hassle. I'd thought of saddling up my magical horse, Achila, but I couldn't parade her through the suburbs. Besides that, I had to get on a highway to get to my end destination.
The small town of Camelot might appear to be modest, but there was a lot of wealth hidden behind the medieval doors. These people and their ancestors had been around for centuries. Some family lines went back millennia. There was not a single poor person in Camelot.
That's what I kept repeating to myself as I slipped into the car parked at the Visitor's Center. No one drove on the main street of town. There was no need for witches, wizards, and knights to use such technology in close quarters. Vehicles were only
