As they approach Camelot, they'll see that the surrounding city is much more alive than it was when Hank accidentally summoned Cam there. Electric lights are on and people in the street are openly going about business that may or may not have existed ten years ago. There's even smoke rising from a factory smokestack. Caerleon at least has already taken the opportunity to restart.
"Wow, this looks, like, post-Dickensian. You may want to watch out for excess factory smoke. Causes air quality issues in quantity and if you do it too much you wind up with holes in the ozone layer and global warming. I can fix some of that, of course, but still."
I don't know what those are, but can this really cause global problems? How much does it take?"
"Well, lots, but no reason not to mention it now. It'll start smelling bad at least locally in very short order."
It just occurred to me that if we try to land at Camelot directly someone will almost certainly see us. What with the city being active and all."
"Fog? Parachutes? Landing far away and walking with this guy in a little red wagon?"
"Fog...I don't like the idea of a giant signpost saying LOOK THIS WAY, no one not already in the know would know it means us. May as well go with that one."
"The traditional dungeons are this way, but since they are traditional dungeons it might be more humane to just lock him in an empty room somewhere."
"Find a bathroom, lock him in with instructions on plumbing, and put a sign on the door saying 'do not open; contains king of Wessex'?"
"You don't have anyplace with an ensuite bathroom? Also, is he likely to be literate?"
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."
"And does the seneschal know what 'well' means in the way that we'd mean it?"
"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."
"It's already not unique, there's a suit of it back where I made a mockup last night."
"Mostly unique, then. I'll just hide that one and save it for alibis."
"Ha. Anyway, it should be pretty easy to put on, there's magnets and zippers and stuff involved hiding in cunning places."