Arthur had not yet come to terms with his sudden imprisonment. He didn't know any other way to describe it. He was trapped in this place, said to be the Enchanted Forest.
Though he checked his totem hourly, if not more, he refused to believe he wasn't caught up in a dream. Limbo, perhaps, even though he didn't remember getting caught in the lowest levels of dreams.
Something was definitely not right about the whole situation. Still, Arthur wasn't one to sit around and do nothing. He explored the castle, and the surrounding wood often. He found he liked to keep moving, rather than sit and stare at the walls.
"Oh." He took a step back upon entering the dining room. "I didn't mean to intrude."