-ˋᬊᬁ❝𝕋ristán and 𝕃ancelot❞

After several weeks of searching without success, Lancelot was beginning to think that perhaps the creature of the prophecy hadn't even been born yet. In the town where they were staying, Tristan managed to get some fairly specific information but not very related to his search. With nothing to lose, both young men went to the supposed celebration where they revealed magical objects never seen before. That's how they now find themselves in the middle of the auction totally disoriented. —"Hey, Lancelot, how did we get here?" Tristan asked looking around and then turning to look at his friend with total confusion. —"Maybe it's because someone thought it was a good idea to trust cheap information from a con man" Lancelot said through his teeth with annoyance, crossing his arms before looking around in search of something or someone that fit the description of the prophecy.