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Walgrave

Walgrave slowly edged away from the absurdly dressed fop of a poet who had so insolently intruded onto their battleground. Even for someone who was such a universal symbol of the English, this playwright's existence was simply not one that Walgrave could tolerate. 

Turning his back to the small circle of people who had gathered around Shakespeare, he moved over to the vicinity of Seigfreid. Even if it was more dangerous, it would be more fitting to try and converse with someone who would be a decisive factor in their victory or defeat. In fact, it could be said even at this early point Walgrave was already thinking of how a creature of such impressive pedigree could be swayed to their side, or, more accurately, to his side. 

He made his way forward, and, after listening to his brief explanation began to follow behind Seigfreid, slightly behind and to the left to the fox eared Caster, his reinforcment allowing him to match their stride without (much) faltering.

"On behalf of the Master's of this expedition ahhhh.... I would like to thank you.... Mr. Siegfried... for your generous cooperation. Was this dark Lancer the first of the, hmmm, Servants... you encountered?  

Sinfjotli

"Are you well? Come now, we may talk further en route. I, too, would like to know why you have arrived in such a timely manner."

"..."

It was a casual, practical question and offer, one that might have been made between any two strangers, but for the time being even this was far too much for Sinfjotli. His mind swirled in conflict, his sword arm twitched with an irrepressible desire to leap into action and in the back of his mind there was a sudden if subtle temptation to activate Mad Enhancement, or even something... worse. 

He adjusted the clasp of his wolf pelt cloak, the garment suddenly seeming to draw tighter around his throat. 

"I am fine! Thank you, lead on warrior!" 

He strode alongside Seigfreid, matching his steps proudly for a moment, but then, at the first opportunity, fell behind, allowing the Fox Witch to take his place, and sinking further back into the group. He thought about falling in beside his Master for a moment, but a sudden vision of a wolf tearing at Murdoc's throat made him think twice. He rolled his palm over the head of his sword and fell even further back in the marching line. He wanted to kill something badly, and was suddenly irritated that none of the undead were left. 

He stalked past his Master, thinking to take up a position behind him, but found himself standing alongside the unsettling child Caster who was being carried by her Master. He caught the child's eye, but turned away quickly and moved even further back, sneering and making a sign against evil. 

Seeking isolation, he instead found himself having joined the rearguard who had clustered around the other newcomer, a man who looked nearly as weak as the witch child, if that was possible. He hissed, grinding his teeth in exasperation, a vein standing out on his forehead as he arrived in time to listen to the man's prattle. Again he had come upon someone who he had no wish to associate with, but to retreat yet again was to much to ask. At this rate even if he were to flee alone into the woods he would undoubtedly find that he had stopped just in time to be standing next to one of his sworn enemys, or some kind of spoony bard.

Still, poetry was in of itself something he was fond of. For now, he would listen to some passing verses to assuage his frustration. It would be better than the infantile babble of some demon child, or the insufferable features of Siegfried.  

Pavel Dumitru

Pavel looked back and forth between the rulers of this land, shrinking somewhat when the elegant Enkidu moved forward to talk with them. It was at least good to see him vouch for them though, they were at least not facing imminent execution, though, from some of what was said, it seemed that the imposing golden ruler was himself only recently returned to this place. 

Looking down, he petted his ogre dog on the head reassuringly, trying to encourage the creature who seemed about ready to bolt at any moment.

"Well then." He said aloud, rubbing the back of his head. "It seems we've been drafted." 

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