[center] [b] Yuri Fyodorovich Romanyuk, Team Black Provisional Base, Inside [/b] [/center]

Yuri seemed to calm down at the clarification of the “event” he were to take his place within, seemingly understanding to an extent as to what the gentlemanly man presented to him. Perhaps under a circumstance where he had come off a little bit more abrasive to Yuri’s ears, his similarities with a certain Lord he had taken care of earlier might have caused his reaction to change completely. This was not the case, however. A victory in diplomacy, or at the very least, a diffusion of the situation at hand.

“So there is a war then? I knew that the Germans were mobilizing recently according to some sources, but I would never have guessed it was for some petty game like this.” 

Yuri scoffed at the idea. The Germans, who had been a major reason for the destruction of his homeland and the change of government, were simply playing some sort of fantasy war for an object that the white-haired man claimed could “grant wishes”. Perhaps if there did exist a powerful existence that could make true the wishes of man beyond the capacity of their wills any king would wish to obtain this power to enforce their hegemony. 

It seemed preposterous. 

It seemed impossible. 

But somehow within his mind, of which might have been altered by various ingestion of alcoholic beverages, could comprehend what the other was saying. He knew that what they were speaking was the truth. After all, if there was a reason to lie, it would not be about an unbelievable instance of a war to obtain what the white-haired mystery man called the “Holy Grail”. And if the group wanted Yuri dead by now, he probably would have had to fight through these strangely dressed, strangely behaved, strange people, even though he was sure he could at least knock down 3 of them before their numbers overwhelmed him. 

“But you mentioned that we are a team, yet when speaking about the Holy Grail, you mentioned it only grants a “wish”, not “wishes”. Then there is omly one wish, correct? How would we determine who gets the wish after this conflict?”
 
A simple enough question. Yuri was a swindler and vagrant. There was no way any dixie or tramp could get past his keen sense of semantics. After all, it was an important part of his profession. Never accept something that seems too good, and the devil is in the details. Thus, for a conversation as simple as this, he had seen somewhat past the riches supposed by the Holy Grail, and considered for a moment the legitimate logistics of the whole concept and situation he had found himself in. Like any military man should do.