[color=olive][h2]Richard Montag[/h2][/color]
[@GreenGoat] [@Flamelord]  [@Beloss]

Even by magi standards, Walgrave was an interesting person to meet. His ancient, weathered nature left him with the unsettling countenance that appeared more fitting on a Dead Apostle then anything resembling the modern magus. It would have been rather intimidating if they were to meet as adversaries and sans their Servants, but at the present moment Richard had no such concerns and greeted the ancient mage with due respect. Names were exchanged and pleasantries made before Masters and Servants could sit around the table and discuss business.

[color=olive]"I am interested in entertaining a great many things, your offer being the predominant one currently."[/color] Richard said, unaffected by the aroma of the prospective business partner. Working with various gases and chemicals, often being more pungent then anything else, has bequeathed to him a hardy constitution in regards to his olfactory senses. 

[color=olive]"Though I do feel inclined to point out the...haste, with which you sought out this meeting. I can't much recall a prior encounter between us, and I doubt my regular associates would have referred you to me, so would you be so kind as to tell me what it is you hope for in this discussion? Surely, with the cooperative nature of this endeavor, not even speaking of the capabilities of our host in regards to marshalling us, there would be no need so great that you seek out the nearest Assassin before we had even touched foot on contested soil?"[/color]

It was a bit early to discuss betraying everyone else in the room, and Richard wasn't of the mind to do so regardless of Walgrave's offers or threats towards his person. An alliance with a mage many times his own age was certain to be fraught  with pitfalls, but he wouldn't be where he was if he turned away an offer without considering it, and for all he knew Walgrave could turn into a life long associate based off the connections established in conflict. This War was as much an opportunity to network as it was to save the time stream, or put forth the Magi's mysteries to the ultimate proving ground. 

So in the spirit of opening dialogue, Richard procured a blessedly untouched bottle of red wine and four glasses, pouring for Master and Servant alike. 

[color=olive]"I have always believed there are seldom few ways to get an exchange flowing better then with mankind's greatest alchemic creation."[/color] 

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[color=darkviolet][h2]Tamamo No Mae[/h2][/color]
[@KoL]  

[color=darkviolet]"Oh Master..."[/color]

The vulpine Servant couldn't help but find her eyes moistened by the sorrow and supplication of her Master, whose regret at even possibly offending the Servant was bare for all to see. Were it any other Master and Servant, well such a whirlwind of a relationship wouldn't even be possible, but Tamamo was fuelled by romanticism as much as she was by Prana. Some days she was amazed she didn't have a reality marble to impose her romantic ideals upon the world, and but alas there was no way for reality to cope with that degree of madness.

[color=darkviolet]"No, no. Things couldn't be better Master. My concern was that the history written by my killers would not be as close to the truth as I would like, and would have you think me be some witch trying to beguile you before some untimely betrayal."[/color] Whether or not Servants could sneeze was entirely up to Madea at this point. Tamamo was of course referring to the Kitsune's frequent depiction as tricksters, and nothing more...probably. Her hand rose to clasp the one on her shoulder, features settling back into a more comfortable look of contentment. [color=darkviolet]"But my Master is too good for that deception to mislead her. I'm certain I have the best Master for me."[/color]

So Tamamo released Seyrun's hand and turned her focus to the bounty before her. She found the food good, the wine great, but the company was best of all.