The knight is pale, as if he had just seen perhaps some unnatural thing. All I did was sit in a chair! "I am Ser Galahad of Joyous Gard," the knight stares impassivly at me. He seems about to say something when an old man with a long white beard interupts.
He winks at the knight as he proclaims, "We can expect great things from this one I think. Be welcome, son of Lancelot." I can't help but wonder who these people are that know me when I myself am a stranger here.