Faolan shakes his head himself. "You and me both," he confirms, trying not to admit as much quite so loud lest they be overheard but at the same time relieved that she wasn't a true believer like the rest of them either.

He steps closer to her, so that they don't have to speak too loud to hear each other over the murmur of the crowd. But he has to ask, he has to know whether they are here for the same reason. "Forgive me, but. Do you know Lancelot du Lac?"