"Percival? No, just something I heard on the grapevine." He's not going to tell Aglovale that he's found the locations of several magic circles in and about the country, all seemingly to feed somewhere deeper into Wales. He had his suspicions that they were fueling some arcane task that only Aglovale was privy to, but that was all speculation at this point. He's not versed in these arts enough to really draw any conclusions, which led him to Wales itself.

And now it led him to the dinner table of its king.

"Surely you know that your brother is off as part of a skyfaring crew." He takes another sip, because this is quite pleasant now that he's assured that nothing on this table is poisoned or tampered in any way. Because now he feels he's getting somewhere with what he needs to know.

"Far too busy in search of vassals to build his ideal kingdom to concern himself with forbidden magic." chuckles Siegfried. "Unlike Gareth, who got it from someone who she was in the employ of."