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Caster scrutinized her soon to be master with a reserved look, as if assessing the quality of fresh meat. Her gaze shifted to his face as she read its nuances. Certainly it seemed that no unpleasant vibes emanated from this young man, nor did he seem to be the controlling type in any manner. His bearing did not possess the subtleties inherent towards those more versed in artifice, and his expressions seemed rather clear towards the side of frankness. He did not make eye contact with her out of awe perhaps, Caster would never know and had no inclination to. Her hasty analysis eventually summarized the character in front of her in a rather crude manner, but a shabby or unclear image would still be preferable over none at all.

[I]"Boring, but acceptable"[/I], thought Caster with a slight nod, agreeing with herself. The speech that spouted from the man's mouth however surprised her. It seemed that he had intentionally summoned her, or, judging by the lack of a catalyst present, he had merely narrowed down his scope of summoning so as to invoke one from Caster' age and land. It was frankly rather amusing to hear this man speak in Gaelic, and in response with the minor hints of a smile tugging upon her lips, Caster replied, "The contract has been made with your response. I will be your servant for this war. To your first question, I will say that I am of the Caster class, and your master's clairvoyance should reveal my true identity and abilities as you are my master. I cannot reveal my name in this room for the other masters to hear, and I pity your intelligence if you thought I would. Also, you need not address me in Gaelic as the grail grants me the capacity to speak English with perfect fluency and if you had thought otherwise then I question your common sense in coming to this war without preparation, though I do suspect that you have been forcefully brought here. This leads me to my question: Do you actually believe that you desire the grail and are willing to put in all, no, more than the entirety of effort your mediocre being can provide?"

As she said this, Caster stooped down and helped Darryl up, making a mental note to herself to provide a healing spell to him later when not in the presence of her enemies so as to not reveal the details of her skills. The minor physical interaction this necessitated presented a clear image to Caster of her master's health, which seemed largely fine. 
[i]"A tough little one eh? Maybe this one isn't completely devoid of potential".[/i]