Demons? Arthur turns rather grim. “Magic most certainly, I would think.” He speaks from experience, and tends to enjoy seeming the expect on these things, even if he dreads to hear of magic. “Anyone can be taught, if you should wish to fight.” Arthur offered with a confident sort of ease. “And do not think because you are a lady, you ought not to.” Guinevere certainly had done her share of fighting alongside him, she'd insisted and would not be put aside when she could play her part battle. The thought of her tugged at him for a moment, before Arthur reminded himself she was every reason to press on as soon as he could and find a way home.
“Yes.” Arthur's brows arched as if her words were puzzling. “There is only one Kingdom of Camelot and it has stood for hundreds of years.” It seemed this woman had indeed heard of him, but if she though him some other with the title of Arthur Pendragon, he couldn't be entirely sure, his nose wrinkled a little. “How should it not be real?” He did not understand what she meant, then again perhaps she was not so learned? She was not a fool however, that was more Merlin's way and she'd not said anything buffoonish, yet.
“It's certainly no myth, even if you've been told so-” He near threw her incredulity back in this tone, Arthur could not imagine why anyone would say such a thing. Yet he could almost hear Guinevere's scold to speak with patience toward others. “Or perhaps you are less familiar with the five Kingdoms?” It's okay, he'll forgive you for not realising the most prosperous, peaceful kingdom, was not but a legend. “I've never heard of this Marrowood. Nor seen anything like it.” Everything here, down to the manner others spoke, the way they dressed was odd and new. It did not bode well for how far ahead of him he would have to travel. “As yet I have no idea how far we are from Camelot- but it will only be a matter of time.” He tilted his head a little. “And where have you been taken from? Is it far from this place?”