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You chew breakfast thoughtfully; a warm meal does wonders for your mood. But relaxing isn't the only thing you should be doing.
Camelot is still a mystery to you; the island it's situated on is unusually small. If you were traveling on foot, you're pretty sure that you'd be able to walk around the island in less than a week. You received those mysterious phone calls from other Kings and Knights, so does that mean they're on the same island as you or somewhere else? Also, is there something written down about where you are?
"So, uh.... Hm, what should I call you guys?" You are about to give orders when it occurs to you that you have no idea what the little goat men acting as your servants are called. You turn to face the tallest of the lot, who seemed to be the leader of them.
"We're called Baphomets, Your Majesty. But you can call us anything at all; Sir Rodomonte called us 'Goats'. While Lord Mordred called 'Meeps' since we tend to meep sometimes." The tallest one answers quickly as he motions for the smaller ones to do various duties.
"Well, I'm going to name you 'Hanbei' specifically. Hanbei: Find any books and maps in the castle and bring them to me."
"A name?! MEEP! Thank you very much, Your Majesty!!! As for books and maps? Well, Lord Mordred made a map and left it here, but she took her journal when she went on a Quest. There might be some notes she left behind. I shall order the servants to leave no corner unsearched." Hanbei is inordinately pleased to have a personal name and throws himself into divvying up the servants to systemically search the castle for any leftover notes.
The map is found within minutes, and you learn that it had been left in another room close by. The previous ruler of Camelot, Lord Mordred, spent time exploring some of the nearby islands.
"Here be dragons?!" You look at the map incredulously. Multiple squiggly worms are crudely drawn on the surrounding waters of Camelot's island in crayon; even the words 'here be dragons' are sloppily scribbled in with crayon.
"Meep, Lord Mordred claims she saw them when she sailed the cruel seas in her travels. The Danes haven't been raiding because the creatures infest the area."
"Please accept this humble piece of advice from thy servants; don't ever pay the Danegeld should the Danes come again. Meep meep."
"Blessed be the dragons; they be the wyrd guardians of Camelot."
"Danes? Like, humans from Denmark travel to this weird world somehow."You stare at the little goat men in disbelief.
"The Danes are not humans! MEEP! Nay, they're monsters! Seven feet tall, with green skin. Oh, those horrid, long ships made regular journeys to raid us. The love to skin us Baphomets alive for our furs and steal whatever treasures they find." The group shudders at the terrifying memories and makes a strange cross motion with their hands. As though they are warding off evil by just mentioning the 'Danes'.
