Greetings, fair maiden. I am a knight Lancelot, on a quest to seek my true love, Guinevere.

Nice touch! Always be polite to strangers in this place.

This is the castle of Guinevere.
Alas, she is not here.

*But in this land true love rules supreme*
*Though what you see may seem a dream.*
*In your quest clues will abound*
*Only seek and they shall be found.*

But a bit short on details.

 Fair maiden, thank you for your rhyme - BUT - where can I find my true love?

I have heard tell of a wise creature with red eyes and thin tail, caught forever in the riggings of a shipwreck, who might be able to give you further guidance.

How do WE find thee?

*Transport yourself beneath the waves.*
*Treasure you will find.*
*Not gold or pearls,
With magic words*
*You’ll earn
a jewel of a greater kind.*

I seek my one true love. Can you help me?

I have nothing but time

Sir LANCEOT, rats have excellent senses of smell. Being trapped here for more than 50 years has given HIM a lot of time to work on HIS magic sniffer skills. 

Ever since that unfortunate encounter.

And I’ve been a rat for, oh, 50 years?

We agreed not to mention it. Its embarrassing.

When a mysterious, magical creature offers you succor, you don’t criticize the service.

Yes, I shouldnt have said: This food is Fit for rats.....DENG!