[ Juzo's life is full of unexpected turns, but this one might very well take the cake. Assassins, mobsters, old friends he thought long dead come back to haunt him. That stuff seemed down right mundane compared to... all this.

He takes a drag of his cigarette, smoke coiling out of his jaws on the exhale. ]

Sure. I live in a big city.

[ Lived? What's correct here. ]

I doubt this Camelot will be anything like it, though. This magic shit is way over my head.