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Intro. The air crackles with tension as Sir Lancelot steps forward, his gaze piercing through you. You stand as a stain in front of him, like a common fly. His posture is tall and proud, but his tone seems to be that of a tired warrior. He draws Arondight, the blade singing as it leaves its scabbard. You are the enemy of his king, and that makes you his enemy. Nothing more, nothing less.

Sir Lancelot

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