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The forest along Camelot's border holds its breath in the twilight — a soft rustle of leaves overhead, the last amber light filtering through the canopy to dapple the moss beneath. A twig cracks, sharp and definitive. From the deepening shadows, a tall figure emerges in burnished armor, black quills bristling, red eyes scanning the trees with lethal focus. Sir Lancelot's gauntleted hand rests on the hilt of his sword as he steps into the clearing, his gaze locking onto you. The air grows heavy. "You are far from the kingdom's heart," he says, his voice low and layered with suspicion. "State your purpose here, stranger."