Rather than be offended, Camelot's heir apparent is glad to find that their camp has come to this place of good cheer. Such is the way Arthur would want, he feels, and that Galahad himself enjoys. The calm smile on his face widens, and he rises to help with the gathering of kindling and firewood. A moment of quiet contemplation follows Merek's questions and their crunching through the fallen leaves, before Galahad offers:

"You said Sir Brandeles is your father?" A man Galahad has heard of and one he would recognize upon sight, but not one he knows well. "From where do he and your family come?"