"I can't say I'm familiar with most human folklore beyond what is directly relevant to me," the Outsider admitted sheepishly. "Though I do know of Lancelot, at least a little bit."

The white pieces arranged themselves autonomously on the Outsider's side of the board, surrounded by a soft periwinkle glow as they moved.

"As for the storms, they're intentional, though I'm allowing them to occur organically," they explained. Running a claw-like hand through their wild violet bangs, they attempted to find their words. Lance was new. They'd spare him the gorey details. Best not to scare him off this early. "The Dreamscape has been... more difficult to manage than I anticipated, and I have been much poorer at learning to be a person than I would prefer. It has caused me some stress."