[He takes the sword, intending to inspect it's ability for being a proper weapon, when he asks the question. It was a good question, one he doesn't even hesitate to answer, even as he twists his wrist to test the weight. It's... floppy, sadly so, not at all a good weapon.

The question, good as it is, was an interesting one. He had assumed, by looking at him, that he had been quite an Arthurian fanatic as well. He had only heard legends, did his best to search for the treasures left behind, believing he will one day find the tower where Merlin resizes. Yet, he seemed less interested in Arthur, and more in knowing his thoughts on him.

Quite curious.]

He is the father of chivalry of my homeland. A wonderful ruler, whose conviction can match no other! To lead us to Avalon, until the end. A man who can split the heaven and earth with the Excalibur, who can throw the Merlin to the moon and back. His knights were equally impressive in legends, with lord Tristan using a single piece of wood that splintered off and rained down on his enemies, blinding them.

[... Then he smiles at that.]

Of course, not all the stories I've heard are true, but it is a testament of his greatness.