[center][h1][b]Master of Gatekeeper[/b][/h1]
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[h2]Koume "Baba" Kurojishi, Edge of Shinto Town[/h2]
[b]The Clockwork Fortress of Troy, Central Keep[/b][/center]
Baba entertained any fielded questions about her craft with short terse answers, teetering on the very edge of politeness with her mannerisms. It wouldn't do to be rude to an ally, but she was not particularly endeared to him either. He was green as could be, but he had an aptitude for asking the right kinds of questions, it was a shame she was too bitter to give the helpful kinds of answers. Likewise she had to show a stony face to Troilus in this time, metaphorically speaking given that her face was quite covered by the monstrous cloaked clockwork puppet she inhabited, but his own demeanor quickly showed that to be an entirely fruitless endeavor since he himself was so welcoming. 

When they reached the workshop proper she again disembarked from her great wooden shell, and upon hopping out of it set about to putting on tea. After preparing the cups and the tea itself she stared like a hawk at the kettle, waiting for it to boil. As she had been quite thoroughly ignoring the window the sudden light show that put pause to Gin's question didn't peel her eyes away, though it did cause one of the tiles on the giant mechanical map of the area to turn over, displaying possible servant activity in that sector. 

"[color=fff79a]Once Gatekeeper and I win the war you will be rewarded for your loyalty, do not concern yourself with that. In the meantime you sho-[/color]" Her voice was interrupted by the appearance of Chiron, unbidden and uninvited despite the agreed upon terms. 

There was any number of things she wanted to say about that to both ARcher and his Master but instead she bit her tongue. In her own workshop and with her servant close at hand he was not a concern, and he only wanted to drag his master off. As it were, letting the two of them unattended was a poor idea for a number of reasons, so she re-invested into the Black Lion and followed suit.

"[color=fff79a]Troilus, sweetheart wait here. I'll have sweets aplenty upon my return if you behave.[/color]" The contrast between the statement and the cold echoing metallic voice of the puppet would be amusing if it weren't so eerie. 

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[center][h2]Edge of Shinto Town[/h2]
[b]The Gates of Troy, Pelion's Pub[/b][/center]
The massive form of the puppet slumped and shouldered through the entrance to the bar directly after two less imposing but similarly intimidating figures and two more followed suit after. Despite the wide brimmed straw hats and the long sack-cloth cloaks the clicks and whirs that accompanied their movements as they went to properly flank their apparent boss confirmed they too were karakuri, though they stood only a little over half the size of the greater puppet. A lord should have an entourage, even if it's just for show.

There was certainly a lot to unpack here. It truly was just a bar to the eye but that was only to the eye. More importantly though. "[color=fff79a]THE Dionysus?[/color]" Even with the heavy mechanical filtering there was a tone of incredulity, such was the sheer weight of disbelief. A cranking, ratcheting noise filled the bar as the Great Black Lion threw its arms wide open, tattered black cloak all aflutter to reveal... 

...The little old lady grinning ear to ear, showing all three teeth. "[color=fff79a]If that's true then you had better pour me a drink and prove it.[/color]" She pulled a long pipe from one of the many hidden pockets inside her haori. "[color=fff79a]And while you're at it, got a light?[/color]"