Destiny was quite a strange thing. In times of true terror, filled with anguish and despair where there is no hope to be found a true hero would be found to vanquish such evils. King Arthur was that hero in his heroically clad armor and the legendary Excalibur in his hands. He had mistakes, none that he was proud of. Rectifying them was only one service that he would do for his people. "Well-met," The King said, looking upon you. "You seem to be a worthy warrior."