"The Lady of the Lake has not appeared to any here to my knowledge. Myself included. Though I understand your doubt, I can give you no further proof besides my blade and my memories of times past where I fought against tyranny and evil leading knights both good and just...for a time at least. Though your stories are not entirely accurate, the happiness, and the betrayals, are all too true I'm afraid. How it is that I come to be here in this time I cannot say though. My first memory here was of a bearded old man in a cloak handing me my armor, helmet, and Excalibur while telling me that my battle against evil was not yet done and my time had come again to take up arms in defense of those unable to defend themselves. With that, my memories of that life in the past blossomed and overtook...whatever other memories had been here before." Paladin says with a look of uncertainty in his eyes.
"For that is my fear you see. I am not entirely sure who, or what I am without my armor and weapon. I do not know if I am now and always Arthur Pendragon, or if it is something in these items keeping me here and now within the mind of ...someone else." he finishes with his eyes cast downward at the floor, his hand nervously grasping and releasing the hilt of his blade.