[center][h2] [color=f7941d]Rostam[/color] [/h2][/center]
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Rostam had followed the curious yellow chariot closely in spirit form as it crossed the city. It was a fascinating contraption, and he wondered if he would be able to pilot one himself at some point. His high rank in Riding allowed him to see how the machine was operated quite easily, and if he could but grasp the controls, he knew he should be able to use it without issue. 

Ultimately though he knew it was useless. Only two mounts had ever been able to bear his tremendous weight, and besides the seat from which the taxi was operated was far to small for his frame, just as most everything in this queer day and age seemed to be. 

Easily keeping pace with his Master, Rider waited for the car to depart before shimmering into existence beside the small conjurer. The building before them was some kind of temple (A Catholic Church his grail given knowledge whispered to him), and seemed to have a high vaulted roof, much to his delight. 

Rostam frowned however, when the contents of the building became clearer to him. There were at least 3 Servants inside all at once, no- make that 2. He could feel a Servant departing as he spoke, shifting to spirit form and flying away. 

Not to far away he could feel the power of an additional two Servants clashing with one another, and for a moment contemplated going to see what they were about. He hesitated however, and decided against it for now. It would not do to leave his Master alone here. Though his wound had closed and he no longer bled, a lingering weakness from his injury was still noticeable to him, making him less than eager for battle at the moment.  

[color=f7941d]"Be aware Master, there are already two Servants here. It is time to meet some of your competitors I think."[/color]

Dematerializing once again to be able to fit through the door, Rostam followed his Master in, and reappeared on the other side behind her as she entered. 

Towering over everyone else in the room Rostam put his hands on his hips and surveyed the assembled crowd with an stern expression. 

[color=f7941d]"Hullo!"[/color] He rumbled. [color=f7941d]"We are here to announce ourselves! Attend to my Master Priest, for I am a favored Servant of Orz...." He trailed off, looking down at the floor of the church. [color=f7941d]"Why is there a pile of cardboard boxes on the floor?"[/color]

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