Woe is me fair knights of the round table, a great challenge has befallen me. In his time of passing, the great and noble King Arthur, slain by Mordrid, bestow unto me the task, or i should say Curse of disposing of his mighty sword, Excalibur. He cried out to me, "I order you to throw my sword into the water and then come back and tell me what you saw there." I am on my way right now to this body of water nearby the battlefield, i wonder out loud to myself....what a waste this would be. Here in my possession is the mightiest of all swords, it could be used for such power, wielded by the best knights in the world, and i am supposed to just cast it out into the lake and never see it again? What kind of a man would waste such a gift from the heavens? A fool, thats who. But alas, it is Arthurs command to do this task, and his words carry such power. I ask you, friends of mine, knights of the round tables and wise folk, what would you have me do with such a power, this sword that shines so bright in the night. Cast it into the waters, never to be seen again? Or keep it by my side, and find a rightful owner, whether that be me, or another knight worthy of Excalibur.