When Arthur had first came to this world, he had no clue what to expect, but he had most certainly not expected a land fraught with magic. Had he not known better, he might have believed many of this lands people to be direct descendants of Merlin himself. But he knew that to be a falsehood as Merlin himself proclaimed he could never sire an heir. Thus, the magic of this land had to be coming from a new source, one that still remained unknown to him. As he knelt there on the ground, seemingly protected by his newfound companion, he noticed a faint streak of cosmic blue out of the corner of his eye. Turning to see the source, he saw yet another magician. At this distance however, with his vision failing him, he was unable to make out any details. Thankfully the figure didn't approach, keeping a safe distance, perhaps assessing whether or not Arthur was a threat. Arthur was preparing himself to stand and face this newcomer, when a cacophonous roar pulled his attention elsewhere. What he saw both confused and amazed him. A man riding what he could only describe as a metal horse following a dragon of all things. Arthur watched in astonishment as the Dragon landed several paces away, and as the mystery rider dismounted his steed, he placed something that shimmered in the light against its arm. He barely had time to process what he was witnessing when the man began to approach. Arthur could feel the rumbling growl that emanated from his companion. 

"I just want to help, if you'll let me?" Hearing the sincerity in his voice, Arthur placed a gentle hand on the wolf's side, assuring it that it was ok. Once the man was assured of his intentions the man approached, dropping low to the ground in front of him. "Hy kiddo, still with me?" The man spoke, clearly worried for Arthur's health, which he could not blame him for. As to why he called him a kid, Arthur was uncertain. Did the people of this land not consider you a man once you turned twelve? How odd. "Don't worry about a thing, you're in good hands, I'll have you patched up in no time." 

'So, this was a medicine man. It would explain his urge to help Arthur in his time of need. Arthur was prepared to explain, all he needed was a meal, some sleep, and a good poultice. But the man was already checking him over. Feeling no need to argue, he decided it best to simply let the man do his work. He would pay him for the service afterword. The man helped Arthur into a more comfortable position as he checked over his wounds, fully expecting the man to admire Arthur's knowledge of the medical craft, and his tolerance for pain. "Did you do this?" Asked the man. Arthur nodded in acknowledgment, and instead, the man seemed to admonish him for cauterizing his wound with a stick. Certainly, he could have prepared a better tool given the proper time, but still he had done as he was taught. After all, Arthur simply needed consume a decent meal to recharge his mana and he could easily finish healing his wound. Arthur didn't have time to come up with a response before the man was stuffing a sterile cloth in his mouth and instructing him to bite down. He knew what would come next after such and instruction.

The pain was intense, but brief. Leaving behind it a stinging burn that Arthur knew all too well. Arthur's mind grew foggy for a moment, remembering all the times he had been injured during training. Remembering how Merlin would use such incidents to teach Arthur the ways of the physicians, before using his magic to finish healing him. He was quickly snapped from his reminiscing at the mention of family. Arthur's chest tightened at the mention of family. Arthur had stopped paying attention to the man's administrations, as he spoke in a low tone, seemingly to no one. 

"Where it I still had family. Sadly, me Ma passed long ago, and me da was never present."

Arthur's mind had been hazy before as he muddled through the pain, but almost as quick as his injuries had been received, the pain had dwindled to that of a minor inconvenience. Looking down at his chest he realized his wounds had closed. This man, much to Arthur's surprise, was also a magician? Arthur turned to look at this medicine man, noticing he now seemed shaky on his feet. In response Arthur himself stood up, fighting his own dizziness in the process, and offered a hand for stability. Thankfully the man didn't seem to need it, as he quickly regained his composure, Unlike Arthur who could swear the earth was moving beneath his very feet. Struggling to focus his vision, he did his best to maintain composure, even as his stomach let out a most embarrassing noise. That's when this mystery man pulled something glimmering like gold from his trousers and pressed it to his forehead as he said something that slipped Arthur's ears.

 He had no clue how much time passed as his mind began to muddle with his hunger and fatigue. It wasn't until the man began snapping his fingers in Arthur's face that he came back to his senses, if not only partly. The man spoke with all the authority of a father. "Kid, look at me." Again, he was calling Arthur a kid? Had he not realized that Arthur was a fully grown man? "When was the last time you had a proper meal or rest? Don't lie to me either, I'll know." This man's words were almost insulting, but his tone softened the harshness of his words.

"It hath been, a few days shy of a fortnight hence I last ate a true meal, and longer still sense I hath felt the comfort of a warm bed. But worry not magic man, for I have freshly hunted for venison with success. Thou art welcome to join me in supper if thine wishes, but alas I have no bedding or shelter to share."

Arthur was struck with yet another moment of awe as a young boy who appeared to be part reptilian of some sort rushed past following behind the blood trail left by Mr Yellow. Arthur was so stunned by such a sight that all he could do was watch as he disappeared into the tree line, only to return shortly thereafter, proclaiming that the enemies had escaped, before asking for his name. With a practiced poise, Arthur straightened his back, standing tall and proud.

"I am Arthur Pendragon, one true king of the holy land of Britania. Protector of the weak and downtrodden. It is my sworn oath to protect this land and its people." Splitting his gaze between this lizard man and his healer. "Might I inquire as to the name of my savior, and to you, who art noble enough to aid in our fight without request?"