[b]Saber[/b]

Saber looked over her shoulder. It was the one she had felt was... well, suspicious. And yet, still far less worthy of suspicion then the armored lich remained. Her look said it all. It was a cold look, and wordlessly she acknowledged that Ba'al would follow and that she would be watching carefully. And so, she continued quietly through the crowds in silence. Invisible Air shimmer around her blade as she proceeded in silence, the System Lord walking beside her. And then... he spoke. It was a remark on, well... it was not difficult to discern the nature of her weapon. Invisible Air more or less cloaked its identity and the aspects, rather then what it was. She was a knight, and such a weapon was simply that which a knight would wield. Regardless of how many other weapons she had wielded, the sword was synonymous with knighthood. Indeed, Saber was the only class she was able to be summoned into. After a moment's delay, she spoke.

"A blade is the weapon of a knight," Saber began, "Just as a knight's skills are honed, so to must their blade be honed."

It was a simple statement of what Saber felt was truth. However, at the same time, a knight should be able to use any weapon they must in the service of the people, to defend them from that which would do them harm. Just as a King must use their station to serve the people, a knight must use their weapons to defend them. And Saber was both. And while she still did not trust the man, speaking with him did not do harm. "As my class is Saber, the sword is my weapon wherever I am present."

Saber was not the best conversationalist.