"Wait how did that servant know my name?" Vincent said confused for a moment before noticing his own servant. Vincent looked into Saber's eyes, he was younger than Vincent had first though and his hairy was deep mousy colour and he saw something in his he had seen in the mirror many times, but something else, something dark. His servant was clad in armour, with red and purple undergarments and in his hand he held a broken sword.

Vincent's eye went to the broken sword, and Saber noticed him looking.
"You like the look of this master, if not I have another." He said, and the sword vanished and in its place a heavily jewelled sword was held. 

Vincents eyes went wide, but then he regained his composure, "We need to get out of here."