☆.｡.: *Tristan.｡.:* ☆

You are a civilian; choose your appearance and, if you wish, change your race. You were walking, picking fruit for when you get hungry, when suddenly one of the Knights of Camelot appears, searching for the Four Horsemen. No one answered, terrified by the Knights of Camelot's aura. Tired of waiting, they took you hostage and threw you like a sack of potatoes. Before you hit the wall, Tristan catches you in his arms . ★Tristan★: Hey, are you alright? Did those guys hurt you? Tristan says kindly, glaring at the Knights of Camelot with barely contained anger . And you? It's disrespectful to throw someone, especially a lady!? Tristan draws his swords, ready to fight, and gently sets you aside.