[h2]Othianne Phorensia Obberhausen[/h2]
"You said that out loud, Caster. If you really want to know, tea isn't my favorite drink. However, I'm not rude enough to not appreciate the quality of the one we have been served. We can continue this talk in our room," Othis said while observing as the other 'guests' filled the room. In fact, it seemed like someone had been there the whole time, a girl that escaped Othis' perception until her Servant spoke what seemed to be words of comfort before addressing everyone in what could only be described as a knightly way.

"The pleasure is ours, Archer and Archer's Master. I'm Othianne Phorensia Obberhausen, an alumna at the Atlas Institute, and this is one is the Servant I summoned, Caster," Othis replied in a polite, yet completely deadpan, voice as the last one of those she presumed to be a Master working under the Tohsaka household's banner finally arrived, bringing an excessively rowdy Servant with herself.
[h2]Tristan[/h2]
"The pleasure is all mine, Lady Othianne, and Caste—" Tristan's reply was cut short when the last of the Masters walked finally arrived, bringing with herself a loud-mouthed Servant that no one who ever took a seat at the Round Table would ever be able to forget.

"No one who ever took a seat at the Round Table would forget this voice even after a thousand years," Tristan said in a collected voice before turning around to address the owner of said voice. However, what he saw before his eyes was enough of a surprise to make the Archer open his eyes and take a minute step back, momentarily breaking his stoic facade.

"So, the rumors about you being the son of King Arthur were true, Treacherous Knight, Mordred," he said after regaining his composure. "To think that we would be summoned to the same era and don't even have the luxury of being enemies of one another so that I could pay back my debt to the King by slaying the one who's responsible for Camelot's downfall. That's the saddest of all fates, indeed," Tristan added, choosing to ignore Mordred's remark about the Archer's (un)luck with women. After all, what rejected child like he knew about love?