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[center] [h3] Farm Shed, Fuyuki Outskirts [/h3] [/center] 

[@Phonic] [@Paradox Witch]

Being released from the grasp of her Servant was something she hardly even considered at the moment of her monologue, almost forgetting this was the case until he had allowed her freedom once more. Landing on her feet like some sort of small white cat, Benita recovered for the moment only to see the familiar that was attempting it’s best to obtain her gaze like some sort of children’s toy attempting it’s best to persuade a kid to pick it up and ask their parents to buy it for them. 

It appears that someone, whoever they were, wished to communicate something to Benita, but they were not things she really understood properly. Of course, she was outfitted with this accordion by her Mother, but what was this about “market value” and if it was “actual gold”. Those concepts were irrelevant to someone like Benita. 

At the very least her Lancer-class Servant had chosen not to reveal his name in the wake of this familiar. Perhaps he wasn’t as much of a block-headed Heroic Spirit as she originally thought, though this was a thought coming from the person who tried to headbutt a Heroic Spirit once they were summoned. 

Turning to her Servant, Benita began to speak in a matter-of-fact manner that seemed almost dry, yet there was a sliver of wit that seemed to shine through analysis of the situation, despite her lack-thereof knowledge of the concepts the ‘opposing” magus was discussing, perhaps comparable to a puzzle missing a few pieces to complete. 

“If they are trying to communicate with us and they are a magus, it is clear they are also a participant in this war. What they want from my instrument, I don’t really know, but it is clear they are interested in it. Never met a Magus who cared about these ‘market values’ he speaks of though. The hell does that even mean?” 

In the daylight of the shed she had summoned her Servant, musty and dirty and smelling like ammonia or some other kind of compound, Benita scrawled her own response in the dirt below with a stick she had seen next to the familiar. Detailed was simply “Tomorrow, meet me at this location” as she took out her map and pointed towards the commerce enclave. After all, she was interested in another Magus, who she assumed was simply another Master. Of course, it was merely the general location. It would be foolish to reveal a true location for a meeting, less either of the two use that time to prepare the location for their fancy. In addition, she would likely send a familiar to monitor the situation in the area, in case any treachery was afoot. 

Though perhaps dangerous and a bit stupid, she was sure that her Servant would protect her. After all, she has summoned what was clearly a shining existence of humanity, and though she was not sure as to the nature of her opponent, his motivation, nor his Servant, assuming he was a Master, but to the honor of her ‘household’, she would meet with this mystery man and figure out his objective. 

“Either way, Lancer, we are to leave. This barn is not the greatest place to continue our conversations, and I would dread to contact another Master before first touching base. Besides, I have someone I was supposed to meet already and I'm not the sort to leave someone waiting." 

Perhaps if Benita wished to harm the other Magus, she would have ordered her Servant to split the familiar in half, but if he had gone out of his way to contact her without concern for his own wellbeing, most certainly most magi could use his rampant familiar’s actions to their advantage, she would consider him someone who was “non-threatening” for the time being. 

And who knows, perhaps a bit of tea with a mysterious person could lead to an interesting situation?