The Man... The Legend

..I was standing before a man whose looks could only be described as 'heroic'.
If I had thought my 'Danil' cut an imposing figure - well next to this man I looked like a waif. He was easily a head taller than me - and I had made my Avatar more than six feet tall. Golden locks that were fashionably long framed a face that would have sold a million romance novels based on the cover alone -rugged chin, noble nose, piercing eyes - the works. The armor he was wearing looked as if it weighed a ton, yet the man still moved with a cat-like grace even a fellow male couldn't help but admire. There was only one person this man could be...
"Greetings Danil," Lancelot said, in a booming baritone, "Welcome to Avalon."