There were crazy oracles as well, if she recalled correctly, but Lancer thought her Master simply had some bad experience with one and dropped the subject.

It was quite relaxing to just be walking down a street, as her Master unabashedly started talking to her, pointing out things that may seem unusual or interesting. Hmph! Who does she think Lancer was? But her Master seemed to enjoy herself, and her mind was taken off the war for the moment, so Lancer simply went along. Plus, she may have been lacking some knowledge of things in this world. Just a little. Maybe.

She wondered if this was ok for today. Tomorrow they would have to announce themselves to them who oversee this whole war. Lancer followed her into a clothing store, as Master insisted she be clothed properly should she ever need to go corporeal amongst the commoners. It was a good idea should she ever need to conceal herself amongst the crowd, but she wasn't really the kind to skulk around waiting for a back to stab. Lancer was swiftly overwhelmed by the large amount of clothes in the store however, and the large amount of designs there was. A few set her heart fluttering, like the one her Master insisted would look good on her. 

There was an odd feeling suddenly, and Lancer turned around, straining her senses. There seemed to be the taste of... battle in the air.

[i]"We should leave. Get back to the apartment - I think there are others near. "[/i]

[i]Is it warded? Did you erect a barrier on the windows? Is there any alarm spells set up around the perimeter? If so, then we should be safe inside. It not, we should ward it quickly, lest an Archer shoot through the walls and evaporate you, Master.[/i] Lancer replied.

Lancer was already looking around for potential threats, ready to burst into tangibility and raise her weapon against the enemy.