[center][h1][color=gold]Lorelei Baggett[/color][/h1][/center]

[center][h3][Edge of Meadow, Southern Forest, Town Outskirts][/h3][/center]

Eventually, it seemed that her servant was coming to his senses. The maddening laughter of a lunatic had subsided to a delirious laughter, and now her servant would speak as if he had a head on his shoulders rather than trying to get his horse to charge the house she had erroneously summoned him at. His giant stature easily shook the tree he leaned against as he moved, after having introduced himself finally of course, causing Lorelei to move back slightly to avoid getting in his way if he was to spit up more blood. If nothing else, however, this was a good sign since he was now speaking and sitting up. It seemed her mistake in summoning him at that accursed house had not managed to kill her chances at the Grail as of yet. 

Yet...things did not go exactly as she had hoped when the giant man spoke once more. It seemed he had accredited the incident to god himself, or at least the god of his time and place in the world, which was perhaps somewhat of a comfort to Lorelei despite making her want to raise an eyebrow (which she did not do) at the statement. After this, however, the news the giant of a servant dropped onto her caused the homunculus to lose whatever words she had been about to say others, leaving her to initially sit back on her butt and blink a few times in astonishment as she tried to process what he had just told her. 

[i][color=orange][b]"I cannot help you achieve the Grail I'm afraid, for I no longer have any use for it."[/b][/color][/i]

Lorelei felt as if her heart was beginning to sink right down into her stomach as she processed the news, whilst a sense of foreboding and dread began to creep into her body at the implications of what Rider had last said. Apparently, her stupid decision to summon at the house had achieved more than just nearly getting the two of them killed. It...no [i]she[/i] had inadvertently fulfilled her servant's own wish in the process, which from the sounds of Rider's words had actually now left him without a single wish for the grail. In short, her servant seemed to have no desire for the Holy Grail now, and had no reason to need to help her achieve it at all really. Even his expression, pain and all, seemed to bear some level of...contentment, perhaps some happiness or joy if Lorelei had to place a guess. 

While this would bode well for her servant, for her this was a nightmare scenario that had come out of the blue. If her servant had no drive for the Grail, and could not help her as he had said, then she was alone. A master, with three command seals, who had barely just summoned a servant....and she was back to square one once more it would seem. Having already summoned a servant, bearing the command seals on the back of her hand, she was now a threat though. A threat to those who would not want her to find another servant for the war. If Rider did not help her aim to get the Grail....she was defenseless unless she could make it to the Church, to the mediators of the war in an attempt to find sanctuary. Beyond that, she had no way of progressing in this conflict at all if it came to that since she would have no servant. 

Lorelei's hands tightened, grass becoming knotted up between her fingers as she squeezed it whilst dirt got under her painted fingernails in the process. As much as she did her best to keep her composure otherwise, it was visible that this news was distressing to her, disheartening even. Yet with the giant staring up at the stars, it was not like he could possibly see her at the moment anyways, at least in her mind. Even with her mixed emotions on this matter wanting to bubble up more, rational thought told her that she had three command seals. If she wanted, she could expend one or two in order to force her servant to fight for her, to serve her in this conflict despite his lack of desire for the Holy Grail now. Yet such a plan, and its consequences, could come to bite her back depending on how it all went down. This was Rostam, a great hero of his people, a legendary heroic spirit, and for someone to attempt to control him like against his will that might not go over so well in the long run. 

[color=gold]"Are...are you sure there is nothing you would wish of the Holy Grail? No use you can consider fighting to claim it for?"[/color] the homunculus said after having tried to calm herself down a bit more, with some worry leaking into her tone of voice as she did her best to deliver her words in a calm fashion. 

There had to be something else that he could wish for, some use for the Holy Grail that he would fight to achieve and fulfill. It was worth a try to ask Rider about this, if nothing else, to see if there was some glimmer of hope for her to be able to participate...perhaps even survive...this conflict. 

[@Beloss]