King Arthur, the perfectionist

Now that she had finished teasing Sir Lancelot, she turned and took a closer look at the aides that he had brought with him. Upon closer inspection, Artie realised that they weren't as young as she had originally thought. She had thought they were around Moira's age, but they appeared to be older, closer to their mid twenties. 

Two of them looked like siblings, both with brown hair and brown eyes. One was a boy, and the other was a girl. There were also two men, who were hilariously different in height. The shortest one had black hair and brown eyes, while the taller one was blonde with grey eyes. All four of them lowered their heads as soon as Artie's eyes turned in their direction. 

"At your service Sire." The blonde spoke for the group. Artie nodded.

"Your names?" She asked, and the brother and sister duo were the first to speak.