Beholde my sworde!

[sir_bors]

Brave knyghtes all, I, Sir Bors de Ganys, am com to joyne youre fayre table. I am a knyghte of the noble Kynge Arthures Rounde Table, and one of my moste prominent appearances ys in the work of one Sir Thomas Malory

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[illgotten]

Jesus. Standardized spelling caught on for a reason, man.

Hi. How you been?

[sir_bors]

::syghe:: Younge people.

I am welle, fayre knyghte, and you?

Ys my cousyn arounde? I muste telle hym to stopp beyng suche a pansy...

[illgotten]

Oh, bite me. At this point, what's a generation or two?

You can tell him, but I don't know how much good it'll do.

[sir_bors]

Why woulst thee wantst me to byte thee? Surely that wolde hurte thee...

But, forsoothe, thou art probably ryghte aboute my deare cousyn.

[grailfinder]

*nods* Welcome, Sir Bors. Be wary in this place, though. There are... unsavory characters.

[sir_bors]

Fayre Galahad! How goest wythe thee?

[grailfinder]

Well enough, I suppose.

[zeusexmachina]

Like me, for instance.

[avastwindmills]

*brandishes a rhubarb at him* Begone, foul fiend of the nethermost realms! In the name of the proud maiden Dulcinea, I forbid thee to advance another step!

Typist: I love you, Monica XD

[onlyachild]

Oh! You're a knight! Hullo!

Do you know my Uncle Mordred? *twirls*

[mostgiftedwitch]

*tilts her head in a most curious manner* You know... I've studied several languages but... *rubs her chin as she is deep in thought* Well, no matter, always room for one more.

A pleasure, Sir... what did you say your name was again? *smiles* I'm Hermione Granger-Weasley.