[ A veil between the worlds... yes, Arthur knows such a thing is possible. He knows that it can be torn by the sacrifice of a High Priestess on Samhein, and closed by another sacrifice. Perhaps he'd thrown himself into it. ]

[ Arthur nods, glad at least that his affliction has an explanation if not a cure. ]

So what do we all do? I don't know about the rest of your displaced people, but I'm not just going to sit around and wait for there to be a way home.

[ He's reminded again of the fifteen hundred years that have left him irrelevant. Could he still be a knight or would he have to be a servant? Would people recognize his surname? His crest? His sigil in lieu of money? If they even
still used money. ]