[Tall, Dark, and Gloomy? That's Lancelot's thing-- and it gives him pause to see the unfamiliar armored figure at the Window, seemingly oblivious to the grotesque figures outside. Lancelot is armored himself, though without his helm at the moment. He had been in the course of merely passing through on his way to seek out the Blood of more fell beasts and Monsters with which to slake his sword. Though Arondight is invisible to the eye at the moment, he is conscious of Her weight at his side.
This Room is an Ill place for any meeting. When he speaks, his voice falls like a stone through the air.]
{ Floor 45 }
Lancelot is armored himself, though without his helm at the moment. He had been in the course of merely passing through on his way to seek out the Blood of more fell beasts and Monsters with which to slake his sword. Though Arondight is invisible to the eye at the moment, he is conscious of Her weight at his side.
This Room is an Ill place for any meeting. When he speaks, his voice falls like a stone through the air.]
What do you in this Place, Knight?