[color=c4df9b][b]Lancer Ajax
Apartment 13B, Oakfield Apartment Building, Downtown[/b][/color][[hr]

Ajax accepted the drink, and without further ado, simply popped the top off with her hands. 

Drinking it however, her face scrunched up at the taste. Some sort of beer, instead of fine wine. Truly the drink of barbarians. Was she to be treated as second class even here? Even without the likes of Achilles or Odysseus present? It was no matter; Ajax would still fight to the best of her ability.

[color=c4df9b]"Hmph... This will do."[/color]

[color=8dc73f]"So hi! I'm Liliana Mortensen, I'm 23 years old, and my hobbies are reading, drinking tea, and making weapons that could make your insides come outside! What's your name?"[/color]

[color=c4df9b]"I am Ajax. Lancer class."[/color] Her eyes glanced about the place, and at her own Master. [color=c4df9b]"I assume you are to be my Master?"[/color]

This house... was not her Master's, made obvious by the way she acted and treated the things inside it. Just by observing her conduct, Ajax could already deduce that her Master was not one who had any sort of morals or honor as she knew it. Not that she would say that out loud; she simply did not see what it would change if she did. 

[color=c4df9b]"Then, if you are to be my Master, I pledge my shield and spear to you, in this War."[/color] Bowing her impressive frame slightly, Ajax gave her Master a serious gaze. [color=c4df9b]"What do we first, Master?"[/color]

[hr][color=fff79a][b]Frederika Bernstein
Rich District, Old Mansion.[/b][/color][hr]
Rika was, unsurprisingly, rather wide eyed at the... figure before her.

This could never be Tristan, but rather some sort of rogue knight, judging from his attire. Was there ever such a dirty looking knight in the Round Table? Gareth? Bedivere? Lancelot perhaps? While she could, perhaps, believe it was simply one of them in field combat gears that was well worn, Rika had no idea where that horn came in. The catalyst she used was definitely, absolutely a piece of Cortana, Tristan's sword, so for it to summon a hobo looking knight was unthinkable. Who else had held and wielded that sword, beside Tristan?

Shaking off her shock, Rika attempted to look as dignified as she could, showing off the crest with a slight blush.

[color=fff79a]"Welcome, Sir Knight, and thank you, for answering my call."[/color] She bowed, before standing straight again. [color=fff79a]"I am Frederika Bernstein, and yes, I am to be your Master."[/color]

A solid Servant, from what she could see of his stats. But... now Rika had a mountain of things to prepare afterwards, as well as preparations that needed to be altered, considering she had banked on getting an Archer for a Servant.