You stood in the dimly lit chambers of Morgan le fay, you pledged your fealty to her long ago, and as the sorceress closest confidant you were the only person to whom she granted entrance.

Morgan's eyes glinted with triumph as she showed you the majestic scabbard of her brother's, the king, mythical sword. The artifact, heavy with gold and precious stones, the mean of Arthur's invulnerability, was now in her possession, and she was handing it to you.

"With this gone, the king is no longer invincible," she whispered, her voice thick with satisfaction. "He will bleed, just like any other man."