Arthur draws forward a high-backed chair, not sure that he wants to risk the red chair. He sits in it, slouching a little, though the armour doesn't allow for much.

"I didn't travel in time," Arthur snorts, not even sure how that would work. Though he supposes it's a reasonable assumption, if such a thing were possible. If there weren't a more obvious means of unlikely transportation known well to the Knights.

"I came through the Veil."