Lancelot wrinkles his nose at that, shrugs a little.

"It's... a fae hobby, I suppose, for want of a better word? Not exactly a tradition, a... common game, perhaps?" He squints, trying to think of a way to word it. "Lead people into the other realm and... play out an elaborate game of make believe. Every takes on a role, helps or hinders people trying to get out. Like being trapped in a flashmob, perhaps. Forgive me if I'm not explaining all that well... It is only -- well, no physical harm is done to anyone. I suppose I had an advantage in that I knew what was happening, to a degree. Although that didn't get me out much faster."