Literacy, probably not. We could just tell the seneschal that this prisoner is to be treated well. It is his job to take care of details."
"No. But that's fixable." He turns to the first servant he sees. "Excuse me, but who's in charge of the castle these days?" After he has his answer, he returns to Cam and says "All right, let's get this fellow locked up. The man to leave him with is just around that way."
The man is surprised, but this is part of his job description. Before he can get a word in edgewise Hank turns around and declares "All right, let's pick up the next one!"
"Will you need help," Cam inquires, "putting your scary black armor on again?" Towards the ship and its contained scary black armor they go.
"Very definitely. Actually, would it be simpler to just leave it here and make another one around me again? Someone will be extremely happy to store quality like that in our armory."
"Fair point. Most armor is more one-size-fits-none. But this being the exception, there's something to be said for keeping it unique."
"Ha. Anyway, it should be pretty easy to put on, there's magnets and zippers and stuff involved hiding in cunning places."
Hank hops back in to the ship.
"I mean, we do plan to ransom some kings, in a manner of speaking. If all they can cough up is stuff that I can make in five seconds flat I'll be very disappointed. See how far you can get with the armor on your own and I'll do the zippers in the back if you need me to."
"Well, we do plan to ransom kings for unorthodox political concessions. Those are worth more than the usual."
It takes a few minutes for Hank to look scary again.
"Bernicia. I can't give the distance and direction, but we can follow above a certain Roman road until a city on a certain river. Start out going east and I'll be able to say which road to turn north at."
They pass above the spot where Cam made the arch, though they're going farther and faster now. Eventually they turn at Dere Street and after that, "I think that's probably the River Swale. Which would make that city our destination. British maps never reached this far, but can you make an atlas from your world to check?"
Hank catches it. "We're looking for Catraeth, and this says there's a city below us called Catterick. Throw in a millennium or two and it's probably the same place."
(Hank may be attracting attention on the way in. It's a side effect of wearing the world's scariest armor.)