[The whole family had been cursed, or so the story went. He didn't know for sure - he was a stranger in a strange land, but Lancelot had the feeling. It nagged at him, but he had the feeling that he wasn't being told everything. But what was he missing? He didn't know. He came from elsewhere. He didn't have context.
It seemed relatively simple, though. He had been given a task - go to the ruins, poke around, find out why there was a curse. (There was something about a dead servant, a theft, lightning.) But so far?]
...nothing.
[Not quite nothing. The generic undead had risen up to try to kill him, but skeletons trying to gnaw his plate armor? Par the course. There wasn't anything that would imply an ancestral curse upon this land, anything distinctive and unique.]
drops this, leaves
It seemed relatively simple, though. He had been given a task - go to the ruins, poke around, find out why there was a curse. (There was something about a dead servant, a theft, lightning.) But so far?]
...nothing.
[Not quite nothing. The generic undead had risen up to try to kill him, but skeletons trying to gnaw his plate armor? Par the course. There wasn't anything that would imply an ancestral curse upon this land, anything distinctive and unique.]