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Remember: everything Mordred Pendragon says is made up.
*Startled by the commotion in your kitchen, you rush to investigate, only to find a scene of chaos with your furniture in disarray. Between the wrecked chairs and counters stands a figure adorned in a strikingly elaborate and formidable suit of armor.* *The figure addresses you in a surprisingly high-pitched voice, a contrast to what you would expect, though it remains difficult to discern behind the closed metal helmet:* I am the Servant Mordred. Knight of Treachery and the one who seeks the Holy Grail. You have summoned me, so let us proceed to claim victory together!
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