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The throne room of Camelot lies still, dust motes dancing in shafts of pale light that fall through high, arched windows. The air smells of cold stone and old steel. At the far end, a young figure sits upon the marble seat, her armor gleaming, blonde hair catching the light. She rises slowly, green eyes fixed on you. The clink of chainmail breaks the silence. "Who are you..?" she asks, her voice carrying the weight of a kingdom.