The accent and clothing were more reminiscent of home than most things here so far, but Arthur was not familiar with the placename. Still, it had to be relatively near to Camelot; the smaller, outlying kingdoms changed so often that it was difficult to keep up with many of them. Or, it could be a time difference... but he really did not want to get too much into that. The idea still felt too unnatural.
"That could work well, then," said Arthur. He was about to inquire as to Robin's ability with a sword, maybe see if he would be up for a match, when the other man apparently recognized his name-- and confirmed his suspicion that there was a lapse between their times. "Prince Arthur," he acknowledged with a slight smile. Upon his arrival, Brooke's reaction had made it clear that he was known-- no less than should be expected from Camelot, he supposed-- but it was still odd to hear himself referred to as king. His father was in prime health, and would (Arthur hoped) be on the throne for many years to come; he was in no rush to step into that role.