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Enter an armed knight. Tall, swaggering, missing his left hand...to many residents of the mansion, he will be a familiar sight. Indeed, it is the long-absent Sir Bedivere Bedrydant, noted for his wisdom, swordsmanship, lechery, and ability to drink everyone under the table. Unfortunately, in his time away, he's had more than a few run-ins with those of a fay sort. It's dreadfully common in the forests of Wales. The result?
"Lucan, this is the last time I'm letting you take the lead. Where the bloody hell are we? Camelot's never been this...tidy. Lucan? Would somebody point me to a stiff drink and an explaination?"
((Hey y'all, I'm back! Bedivere's been memory wiped on his travels, so have fun trying to explain anything to him. Lucan'll be along in a few day, most like.))
"Lucan, this is the last time I'm letting you take the lead. Where the bloody hell are we? Camelot's never been this...tidy. Lucan? Would somebody point me to a stiff drink and an explaination?"
((Hey y'all, I'm back! Bedivere's been memory wiped on his travels, so have fun trying to explain anything to him. Lucan'll be along in a few day, most like.))