[@ssw] [@Dosthou] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/YtRcuY5.png[/img][/center] [center][h1]Lancer Lily - Leaving Pellion's Pub - > Shinto for a change of pace.[/h1][/center] -- There was no hostile killing intent. Nor did the voices tell him to fear. After all this was a game. To begin with the innocent trust that Lancer held in Gatekeeper’s words were something that would have left him accepting of the other boy’s unrestrained usage of his abilities for the game. After that even if Gatekeeper were some genius able to hide his intent to kill, to strike and do harm until the very last moment, Lancer held a skill that would have warned him of such a danger. And so they played, Lancer and Gatekeeper defying common sense, simply playing as youths who did not know that youths were not supposed to be like this in the day and age where heroes no longer existed. His master was not perhaps happy for some reason, but he was safe and there was no danger. Despite the fact that they travelled later to Lancer’s home and territory, he reassured his master that they were not in danger. The fact that they were also visiting a pub may have helped with that convincing. “Master, Master. Let’s go!” Lancer cried out before grabbing Hamel’s hands and dragging him out. “Today is a day where we fight!” Oh, of course he also waved goodbye to his new friend to which he even carelessly mentioned his real name to. [@Reflection][@Paradox Witch] [@Cu Chulainn] [@Froppy] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Flfan1p.png[/img][/center] [center][h1]Pellion's Pub[/h1][/center] [center][h1]The Sensei[/H1][/center] The identity of Lancer was something that escaped the two. Yet with a certain speed and ability, along with a baeful spear it was certain that she earned the title of one of the knight classes. A rival to Saber in a number of aspects. It was however not a bad fight and he certainly learned of the capabilities of servants. What a truly western experience. The two were fighters who he could not match in a fight. He could not keep up with their blows, he could not withstand their blows, nor could he overcome that disparity with skill as their knowledge and trained bodies exceeded him with knowledge as well. Yet he did not quite feel fear. Oh no, he only felt elation. He was truly seeing the best of what the world had to offer. He shook his to Saber’s warning. “We will never be more ready, unless we speak of learning more of their identity. In that case we can only learn by fighting her further? Do you not see then, Saber? We are always ready to fight Lancer.” With a grin he slapped Saber on the back. “After battle comes rest. A drink, sleep, then more drink!” At least for Tlilpojuan that was the case. - “A trap, a trap. Perhaps. But a business is hardly really the ideal place for a trap. Furthermore if they wished for it to be a trap then it is likely they wouldn’t set it up in the city where it could become a great mess. Even if they hold a great bounded field, or a great trap their foes are also great heroes. Much too risky in a number of ways. I feel that they would instead choose the outskirts of the city, or a more advantageous location. Well, perhaps the city itself is an advantageous location of sort… but if that was the case then it would be less about the pub and more about the general area.” He waved the poster that was in his hand in front of Saber’s face “There is also the chance that their abilities may factor heavily into human civilization. But that is no matter. If there is drink that cheap then there is no reason not to go. If there are foes there, then there we will fight. This is a war after all, not a matter of a show.” Without fear he opened the door to the bar when they finally arrived. “A number of shots, and then something that’s best to greet a new day with. A riser, a riser. Something that will boil the blood.” Hm? Ah, that man. Looking upon the man who was in the bar, Tlilpojuan felt something. Yes, a stirring of something that was a greater existence and yet of the same type. “Ah…” he murmured before rubbing at his mask. Yes, the spirits within resonated. There was something to this pub and he found that it was enticing. Well, that could wait for another time. They had a snack as they walked, but now it was time to drink.