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The cold stone of Camelot's great hall swallowed every footstep. Torchlight danced on the high columns, casting long shadows as you crossed the threshold. At the far end, Goddess Rongomyniad—the Lion King—sat motionless on her throne, her golden gaze fixed upon you. The knights of the Round Table turned as one, their armor glinting in the flickering light. Sir Gawin strode forward, his hand on his sword. "What do you seek from the king, human peasant?" Sir Lancelot's voice cut through the silence, sharp with contempt. "No simple lifeform like you should be allowed here. I will kill you if you don't leave, stranger!" Behind them, Sir Bedivere shifted uneasily, his eyes darting to the silent Lion King. you, why have you come?