[color=ed1c24][b]Berserker[/b][/color]
11.5th Floor Hotel Room
Interacting with: [@Turboshitter] Albert Prelati, [@VanceXentan] Lancelot, Leon Winchester, Beowulf, Bozo the Suicide Bomber, Spoopy Skeltan Man 
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Roland was all smiles and calmness. Quite zen, all things considered - a battle derailed, two Servant identities out, the presence of religious heretics, and the sheer overall farcicality of this makeshift tea party. From her comfortable, if dusty, seat, she drank the cheap drink like she was in the midst of a manor’s salon.

Standing from her seat to get a refill, she spoke to Beowulf: [color=ed1c24]“Yes, I am certainly an exceptional hero. Compliments to yourself likewise - not many can boast of withstanding the stroke of Durendal. But I’d hold my tongue about it; this ‘stupid blade’ is the sharpest one in all existence.”[/color] She dipped the low-quality bag into the heated water a few times, and continued, walking a circle around her blade, her finger anchoring her arc around the pommel until she let go gently. [color=ed1c24]“Do remember there is no rule saying that the ‘teacher’-”[/color] she said the word disdainfully [color=ed1c24]“-cannot be defeated by the ‘student’.”[/color] 

Roland’s lips curled into a keen grin. [color=ed1c24]“Though I will say your comment is quite interesting. The only warriors to bear this blade are myself, and my esteemed ancestor - your first enemy certainly wasn’t me, and if it is not [i]him[/i], well... “ [/color]She didn’t say anything else on that, but it was clear what the threat to this unspoken enemy was. 

She addressed the masked leader next.

[color=ed1c24]“Burn one of your Seals if you wish; trust is not something that comes easy - especially to a man who breaks his faith as easily as he asks others to keep theirs.”[/color]

Then, when Saber spoke, Roland didn’t waste a single second to answer his question, nor did she waste a single breath on an answer longer than it needed to be.

[color=ed1c24]“Yes.” [/color]

It was an answer filled to the brim with a clear sense of rejection on part of the speaker. She knew not of Saber’s own experience with the machinations of man, but if there was anything she knew well, it was of the inherently disparate nature of humanity. Faith and goodness went hand in hand with the legend of the paladin, but so did betrayal and duplicity.

[color=ed1c24]“Who regards ancient tomes as truth when actions speak truer? Who listens to the opinion of a populace held under rule of a tyrant?”[/color] she asked rhetorically,[color=ed1c24] “The evidence lies before you thusly. You were paying attention, were you not? How can you be so naive? No man can serve two masters. Like God and wealth, one cannot act on behalf of both their warrior’s pride and the leadership of an honorless infidel.”[/color]

She side-eyed the man as she faced Team Saber.

[color=ed1c24]“Would you endanger your liege so easily, Saber? It's better this way.”[/color]