The Ladies of Camelot


Priestess of an unknown order, she often eppears in the hall shyly looking about her for a moment with her large brown eyes. As she moves, her long chestnut tresses sweep across the diaphanous, nearly sheer white gown she wears. She never speaks, this picture of youthful innocence, yet her eyes show fathomless depth and mystery.


So long and thanks for all the ... mead?

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Rex Quondam, Rexque Futurus