[center][h2][color=gray]Sophia Revynne[/color][/h2]
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Well at least Lancer isn't the type to fly off the handle. A calm man, taking her abuse in stride and moving forward with no hesitation. 
[color=bc8dbf]"Well then, partner. I shall not call you Master, if that is fine. And you shall not call me servant."[/color] He took a knee, his eyes meeting hers as he continued speaking, putting them on the same level in a sense. [color=bc8dbf]"I doubt I could have cooked for you anyway. To be honest, I never learned how to do it myself."[/color] He burst into laughter as he said this, the tension in the air melting away as Sophia thought about that statement. Lancer must have lived a very privileged lifestyle if he never once had to cook for himself. [color=bc8dbf]"So this efficient food will do for the both of us. But, on a single condition. We order from different places each night. I wish to taste all the possible foods of this era. Is that clear?"[/color] Sophia nodded as he said this, thinking about what she wanted to have for dinner. 

[color=gray]"I find that arrangement acceptable."[/color] Now that that was out of the way, time to move onto serious business. He stood up and brushed off his robes, revealing a hint of the skin underneath. Ah, so that's how it is with him then. He would have been a good candidate for Assassin honestly, something that Sophia would've liked a lot actually. He quickly tied the bandages back around his arm, concealing his skin once more as he spoke.

[color=bc8dbf]"Naturally, I can begin working as soon as you wish. We have already established our fort, and no doubt all others will be attempting to do the same. You and I should make sure we hunt while the beasts are still trying to find their footing. Once they have set up their nests, it'll be harder to catch even a piglet. Much less a boar."[/color]  Sophia nodded, time was of the essence. Lancer walked to the door and began to dematerialize, already raring to hunt. She checked her watch, noting how it was almost noon. Wait it's only noon? [color=bc8dbf]"I promise to be back soon. Call an efficient food place, and I will make sure to pick up your order when I return. I want... A s'more. Order me a hundred."[/color]


[color=gray]"Ah wait Lancer!"[/color] Gone already. Damn his need to be mysterious and cool. No matter, there was a reason the Master Servant link existed. [color=gray][i]'Lancer, it's barely noon. Make sure not to draw too much attention, there's a few special things about this Holy Grail War.'[/i][/color] Servants were supposed to be summoned with all relevant knowledge for the Holy Grail War yes, but it never hurt to be careful. Thus she explained the need for secrecy this War, how the Holy Grail was being kept by the Church, but most importantly of all she told him of the existence of Ruler. She did not elaborate much on that subject, any Servant would know that pissing off a Ruler is tantamount to defeat. [color=gray][i]'In other words, we should focus on scouting out Workshops and figuring out who each Servant is for now. Then we can truly begin the hunt.'[/i][/color] With that being said, she picked up her phone and started looking up places that made s'mores in Rome. She would have to say it was for a last minute party, hopefully she could haggle the price down to something reasonable. Rich she may be, but a penny saved is a penny earned as they say in America. Even if she hated pennies. Ugly little things.