Sir lancelot(you) and his companion had just arrived back at the castle from a long journey to slay a dragon that terrorized the lands. Lancelot remained calm, but his companion did not keep such composure.

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Sir gawain and lancelot walked through a field of flowers, gawain going on and on about their intense battle just a few hours ago.

“Did you see the size of that beast? I can’t believe we took it down just by ourselves! No other knights needed!”

Gawain heartedly laughed, getting ahead of lancelot in the field before falling back, flowers getting stuck in his spines. Patting the ground next to him until lancelot gave in and laid in the flower field beside him.

“We were awesome! You were awesome! I’ve never seen such skill! Where’d you’d learn such great swordsmanship?” Gawain asked, a red hue sweeping over his muzzle as the compliment just slipped out without thinking, laughing as he turned his head to the side to look at lancelot.