Made of glass.

"Here you go, Merlin," Lancelot said whilst opening the door for the young servant.

"Um-thanks, Lancelot," Merlin replied, looking a little confused.

"No problem," the knight grinned. "Wouldn't want you to break your arm opening that big heavy door, would we now?"

"Erm sure, whatever," Merlin said, walking through the door to the tavern, giving his friend one last uneasy look before making his way over to Gwaine. Why was Lancelot acting so strange?

"Ah, there you are Merlin," said Gwaine, holding up a tankard. "I'll get more drinks for us."

"No, it's fine Gwaine, I'll get them, seeing as I'm already up," offered Merlin.

Gwaine glanced worriedly at the line for drinks, and then turned back to Merlin. "Don't be silly," he laughed. "After all, I would never forgive myself if you got that scrawny neck of yours crushed in the queue."

"Fine," grumbled Merlin, sitting down and folding his arms, annoyed. First Lancelot and now Gwaine. Next thing you know, it'll be Arthur who's flapping over me like a mother hen! He thought, and then shook his head at the ridiculousness of that statement. As if! Then he smiled. At least he knew he could always count on Arthur to never worry about him.

Five minutes later, his mouth had dropped open in shock. "You what?" he spluttered, not quite sure he'd heard right.

"I said," Arthur repeated loudly, "That you should take the rest of the day off. You're looking a little pale."

"That's it!" Merlin shouted, much to the amazement of his master. Hadn't Merlin been grumbling just the other day about never getting any time to himself? Apparently not, as his manservant was at this very moment storming out of his room and down the hallway. It looked like he was heading for the tavern. Arthur shook his head as if to clear his thoughts, after declaring that he would never figure out Merlin, and then ran after his manservant.

Meanwhile, Merlin was fuming to himself. Why couldn't they just treat him like the rest of them? Why did he always have to be so bloody different? He was a grown man, for God's sake, not a child! If they didn't even think he could open doors for himself, how on earth were they going to react when they found out he was the most powerful sorcerer to ever have lived? They'd probably never look at him the same way again. And that was what worried Merlin. He could not have his friends think him as weak, otherwise they would never accept him for what he truly was. And so, he would have to prove them wrong.

He swung open the doors to the tavern as forcefully as he could. What he said next made people's eyes go as wide as saucers. It caused hand to be brought to people's mouths in shock, and-rumour has it- that some people even fainted.

"I challenge Percival to an arm wrestle," He declared.

A/n Enjoy!