The weather's gotten a bit cooler, don't you think? I guess that means it's harvest season now, or at least Asgard's version of it.

[This time, Merlin is quiet and pensive. He's had time to cool off, now that the effects of Thiazi's manipulation have worn off. Oh and his king is safe, too. Everything is mostly dandy.]

In Camelot, we have a festival around this time, too--called Samhain. It doesn't just mark the end of the harvest for us, though. Samhain is also a time when we honour the people who have fallen, both friends and family alike. I know we're all from different worlds, but...perhaps we could do something together for Samhain this time around. A lot of us have been here long enough to have lost friends who returned to their world, and we've all probably lost someone in our own worlds before all of this.

There's a custom that some people practice...tying ribbons and cloth to the branches of a tree for good luck. Well... [Merlin exhales nervously and moves the bracelet until it shows a young oak tree in the castle's courtyard.] I asked the gods if I could plant it, and they've been helping it grow since.

I thought, instead of wishing for good luck, we could write messages for the people who have left us. If the veil between the worlds of the living and dead is at its thinnest this time of the year, then why can't the veil between all worlds be the same? If we send our well wishes to our lost friends this way, maybe it'll even reach them.

[Merlin looks back at the tree again.] I think it'll be ready soon. If you want, you can join me at the castle courtyard in the evening, three days from now and leave some messages of your own.