[h3]Katenka Makiri[/h3]
Even as arguments broke out and egos flew around her, Katenka kept her head down, trying to focus instead on what the old wizard was saying.  ...Even if she felt that silver haired women nearby staring at her.  At least it wasn't in anger or disgust, or at least it didn't seem like it.  She seemed like a much more distinguished mage, too... Someone like her would summon a good Servant, that's for sure.  She wasn't like Katenka at all.

Sighing despondently, she began the ritual.  She knew it was a lost cause, but there was no helping it.  Best to get it over with and try and make the best of whatever Servant she got.  In a quiet, somewhat husky voice, she spoke the incantation...

[i]"You, um... S-seven heavens clad... In three words of... Of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence... O keeper of the... Of the b-balance..."[/i]

Her entire body was shaking as the circle burst into light.  She tried to convince herself that it was just a side-effect, just a result of the mana flowing through her body (she wasn't exactly used to formalcraft, after all), but even if that was the case her nerves weren't exactly helping.  For a moment, she kept her eyes shut, not wanting to see what failure of a Servant she's undoubtedly summoned...

But of course, curiosity is hard to contain, and soon enough she found her eyes opening to gaze upon what she'd called forth from the Throne of Heroes...