"Less than a day," he confirms, "It...."

He blows out a slow breath, absently poking at his food a moment to give himself time to think before feeding himself more.

"They'd glamoured everything, so it didn't even look or feel like the Other Realm. I didn't recognise them, they didn't recognise me. It was just like a bad fancy dress party I'd been taken to by force."

And Lancelot isn't the best with fancy dress on a good day, let alone by force in a place he doesn't want to be.