Ask a Druid what they think of Emrys, and you'll get several answers. They will range from blistering denunciations of a cruel myth for children, to an almost reverent prophecy of expectation.

Ask a person on the streets in Camelot, and they'll stare at you blankly. Emrys who? If you're quick, you'll see a servant girl smile knowingly as she walks away.

When asking a knight... it depends who you ask. Most will respond like everyone else in Camelot. Five, however, will not, but they'll keep quiet on the subject. You'll only know they know him by their eyes.

Ask Crown Prince Arthur, and you'll get one of two things. One is a carefully cultivated look of bewilderment and a dismissal from his rooms for talking nonsense. The other, if he trusts you and is feeling honest, will be rather different, and is delivered with well hidden affection. He'll begin with a long denunciation of his incompetence, lateness and general lack of respect. In fact, in most cases he'll probably stop there, and his manservant will grin behind the armour he's polishing. If you're truly alone, and the Crown Prince is tired or slightly inebriated, he'll continue. Emry's, if you believe what you are told, is a man without peer. You will hear the Prince wax lyrical on his power, how mountains shatter when he wishes it, how he commands dragons with a word. You will be told of his loyalty, of his kindness. If you're really lucky, you'll get a physical description, delivered with a knowing smile and twinkle that speaks of secrets best left alone.

What do you know of Emrys? Well, it depends who you ask.