[b]Rider[/b]

Rider walked through the streets of Septum, clutching a cup of what the Grail told him was "coffee". Whatever it was called, the stuff was bloody amazing, as it focused his mind far more than tea ever had. He could've used this substance back when he'd been planning campaigns and plotting the downfall of his enemies. Of course, given the Grail War, it was likely that he'd be doing much of the same as he had in life, albeit with far less soldiers and resources this time. 

[b]"Face me."[/b] A voice cried in his head, carrying the unmistakeable presence of a Servant with it. Rider snorted. 

"Really?" He muttered to himself as he turned to face the direction the presence emanated from. "Just a direct challenge? They're not even trying to stay concealed? This is just idiotic." Rider shook his head, sighing. Oh, well. He might as well go and observe this gathering of fools, if only just to scope out his competition. 

Ten minutes later, Rider stood in front of the stadium that the Servant's signature originated from. Shedding the overcoat that his Master gave him, he summoned his armor back onto his body and walked inside.