Making friends is easy for Merek, but it is more difficult for him to accept the idea that Galahad wishes for his friendship when the younger knight is the heir to the kingdom he serves. Is he... allowed to be friends with his Prince? It seems improper and against everything taught to him by his elders.

"Indeed. My father is a kind and wise man." A small smile tugs at Merek's lips as he picks up a few larger branches off the ground. "He ensures my mother and sister are well cared for, and taught my brother and I very well. It is by his strong hand that I have become the man that I am today and I could not be more grateful to him for everything he has done for me."

Hoping he's not being too forward, Merek asks after a brief pause, "And what of your family, Sir Galahad? Is it--" A beat, and then he tries again to put his thoughts properly into words. "Might I ask about your family? I have met and heard many tales of Lancelet and Arthur, but I fear I know not very well who they are."