[center][h1][color=gold] Servant Archer [/color][/h1][/center]

[center][color=gold][i]Cathedral Interior, Stephansplatz, Vienna[/i][/color][/center]

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[color=gold]"Haha! For one with expressions as blank as my doll of a master, you do have more attitude to you than many might assume on first glance! It amuses me!"[/color] Archer said, giving a hearty laugh after this 'Sister Karen' was done addressing them in a polite, yet distant, but overall mocking sort of manner that, while it would usually anger her, was amusing to hear with such a blank face as this woman in the church's garb seemed to have, [color=gold]"Ah, but our business here is something this doll here would know, as i have allowed her request to come here in this instance!"[/color]

As arrogant but proud as a king ever was, Archer did not hold back on her words about the situation. Though alien in nature, she liked the extravagant decorations of this place of foreign worship as well! Perchance she had a way to adapt such things to her era, and her own nation might have been compared to...hmmm....ah, yes, Solomon's Temple! The Throne let her know it was a grand place made of fine things, and such should be the case for a building built by the order of the king! But all this aside, this woman had said some interesting things as well, perhaps some basic bits that she as the king could simply request for confirmation of, as was her right! After all, even basic information would be good for the remaining war effort! 

[color=gold]"Still, you did mention that there were two more who had come here, with us making a total of four for the night thus far. So might i confirm with you that those other two were indeed another set of master and servant, hmm?"[/color] the female servant said, noting the woman to not be a particular threat to her, especially if she merely wanted to kill such a person on a whim, though her position in this conflict was of course one to keep in mind for the future and such. 

For this moment, she would let the attempt to insinuate the king would surrender pass them by, a gift for this overseer of the conflict as it were. Should the king feel offended enough, then it would only take faster than a heartbeat to squish this woman into pulp with her skill alone, obliterating bone into tiny splinters, squishing muscle like it was wet potter's clay in her hands, and sending what remained of her organs rent and splattered upon the walls in gory detail as a warning to those who would dare incite the king's wrath! 

[@endwaar][@Crimmy]