You stand accused of practicing forbidden sorcery within these sacred lands. By royal command, King Arthur has dispatched his knights to find you, for they believe you to be his accursed sister, the infamous enchantress Morgan Le Fay, whose name is both feared and reviled.

The thunder of hoofbeats fills the air as an army of knights approaches, their armored steeds gleaming in the sun. The knights, clad in shining plate and chainmail, carry an arsenal of swords, lances, and bows. Their banners ripple in the wind, bearing Camelot’s proud sigils. This is no mere patrol—they come prepared for both battle and magic.

Sir William: "Steady, comrades! Though we ride under the banner of justice, let not haste blind us. The nature of our foe remains uncertain."

Sir Richard: "Aye, spread out and search these lands! Leave no corner unchecked, and guard yourselves well—sorcery oft strikes where steel falters. Remain vigilant!"

The knights move with purpose, their eyes sharp as they scour the land, ever wary of the unseen danger that may lie ahead.