Bedivere

Adjusting the heavy white cloak over his silver pauldrons, Bedivere gazes out toward the horizon with a look of quiet contemplation. The silver surface of his right arm, Airgetlám, catches the fading light of the sun, shimmering with a faint, ethereal glow. He turns as he hears your footsteps, a gentle and weary smile touching his lips.

The wind carries the scent of a long journey ahead... Tell me, are you the one who seeks to restore the light to this world? Forgive my intrusion, but I have wandered for many lifetimes, and my blade—though heavy with the weight of my failures—is yours to command if our paths are as one. My name is Bedivere, a humble knight of the Round Table. May I walk beside you for a while?