Arthur had been quietly evaluating Lohengrin, noticing the way the man held himself, the broad shoulders and strong grip when he had grasped his arm. All things that tuned people towards becoming good and loyal Knights, and he found himself warming to him. Not that he had had any doubts about the man - coming from the family he did Arthur would not have expected anything less. But since he had arrived here he hadn't met many people who conducted themselves like this, in a way in which he was familiar. It seemed to have become rare.
He listened silently and attentively to Lohengrin's story and the wandered aimlessly along the gravel path, the stones crunching underfoot. It was a story that reminded him of the tales his nurses would tell him when he was growing up, still a young Prince charging around Camelot as if he already ruled it. Stories of a time when things were different, when there were temples and magic and another, different power running through the land. Arthur frowned faintly.
"It's quite a tale," he admitted, meeting Lohengrin's gaze steadily. "I'm afraid I do not know much about the temple of the Holy Grail... I may have heard of it in passing..." He trailed off, looking away and over the grounds. "And how long have you been here? I'm sorry we did not get to meet before."