[Doctor Gabriel]

Most Servants are summoned into our plane of reality with at least a general idea of their purpose in being there and the state of the world they’re entering.

Don Quixote was not most servants.

As such when the eyes of the aging Spaniard standing proudly in his shoddily homemade suit of armor blinked open to take in the room, his first reaction was to let out what must have sounded to him a triumphant laugh. In reality, it was closer to the cackle of a mad man.

“Rejoice, people of the world!” he declared to the empty room with a sweeping gesture, “For the Holy Grail has bid Don Quixote de La Mancha to return from Avalon and once again battle the forces of evil on God’s Green Earth!”

The self proclaimed knight stroked his greying goatee in a pensive sense of accomplishment before finally noticing that he was not alone. The Mad Knight beamed and embraced the young man like a long lost brother.

“Sancho!” he proclaimed, pulling away to get a good look at the lad, “My the years have been kind to you! I dare say you look younger than when we parted!”

Don Quixote suddenly remembered himself and quickly adopted a chivalrous bow, still grinning like an idiot.

“I am overjoyed that I was summoned by you, my friend! El Santo Grial has selected me to be the Saber at your side! I will serve you with honor and unshakable loyalty as you did I in life!”

He was on his feet again in the second, striding proudly toward the exit while grinning back at his master.

“I almost feel sorry for our opponents! That heavenly chalice is as good as ours! Come Sancho, I shall saddle Cervantes and we will make haste-”

THUD

Saber was suddenly on his back, having failed to notice the door he’d just slammed into in his excitement. He furrowed his brow and crossed his arms with a pout, still staring at the ceiling.

“Ah, our enemies are clever! Careful Sancho! Some dastardly mastermind has trapped us with a most deadly snare: a door!”