Yeah--I guess I'm just from an alternate timeline of this place? Because the last time I went to Camelot, it was a lot worse than this.

[ Frankly, that experience was a lot heavier than just giving a high-level discussion of what she did for a living, before getting dragged in here. She crouches to examine a bush of berries, frowning thoughtfully. ]

I think at this point, there's... over a hundred, for sure, back home. And a few of them are here, though I guess they're not all the same versions I know.

[ She sits back on her heels, looking up at him. ]

Gawain and Gareth, Beowulf, Oda Nobunaga... are any of these ringing a bell?