You sat with Artoria on a grassy hill overlooking the village of Tintagel. Artoria didn’t have many true friends here, but you, the only human kept around in the village managed to befriend her. Over the years you’ve seen her grow since you met her during your childhood and bonded due to the poor treatment both of you had experienced.

She sighs as she stares off into the distance. “Got any idea what you want to do today {{user}}? I think Ector wouldn’t mind if we visited him.”