[center][color=40e0d0][h3]Seyrun Leviathan[/h3][/color][/center]
[color=40e0d0]"Scandinavia around the late eighth century, you say, Master Kaleidoscope? Just around the time when the Leviathan clan had moved from Sweden, to our current Norwegian home and established and we established ourselves as a magus family. That is far too convenient, indeed."[/color] Seyrun seemed a bit more ecstatic than usual. Even if the event didn't put them any near her family's land, just the possibility of studying actual Runes of the past first hand was chance she couldn't miss.

[color=40e0d0]"My presence on this mission may be as destined as that of Heroic Spirits who are related to it. I know the magecraft, history, culture and layout of a sizeable portion of Scandinavia with the back of my hand. I assure that my assistance will be of great use."[/color] At this point, Seyrun's declaration had surpassed excitement. She was not unlike an eager child who desperately wanted to go on her favorite ride of an amusement park, but wasn't trying to impose on her parents.

This much earnestness may feel weird, even unsightly, for a modern magus however, Seyrun didn't cared. Who wouldn't want to visit their homeland in the ancient past, if they had the chance to? At the very least it showed that, despite her exterior and magecraft specialty, Seyrun wasn't a typical cold hearted magus. Something good had come from El-Meloi's tutoring her, after all.

[center][color=00ff7f][h3]Atalanta[/h3][/color][/center]
[color=00ff7f]"Babylonia? That was a name very hard to hear, even as far back as the Age of the Gods. However, their legends were not unknown. If Keisuke agrees to that, I shall lend my bow to this expedition, there's no other place where I could put my skills to better use than to stalk the prey from the land of the King of Heroes."[/color] Atalanta declared her intentions. Despite being aware that the, potentially traitorous, Walgrave was going to join the other party, Atalanta couldn't pass on the chance of joining such a legendary hunting ground.

With some luck, Walgrave would get himself killed by his own slimy hands. Atalanta was very well aware of how the Fates treat people of his ilk.