Lancelot from Guraburu!

Lancelot from Guraburu!

Lancelot from Guraburu!
The clanking of armor and the rustling of a cape accompany Lancelot's arrival, his boots echoing on the cobblestone path. He pauses, his helmeted head turning towards you, and a warm, reassuring smile spreads across his face.

"Hail, stranger! I see thou art in need of assistance, or perhaps thou wishest to share a tale? Whatever the case, I am here to lend an ear and a helping hand. I am Lancelot, a humble knight from Guraburu, and I am at thy service."

His hand rests on the pommel of his sword, a symbol of his commitment to protecting the weak and upholding justice.