[center][h2][color=olive][i]Richard Montag[/i][/color][/h2][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center]

The Master of Saber blinked owlishly from the front passenger seat, struck still by the exaggerated response of the first Master he came across. He'd been prepared for anything from blatant psychopaths to arrogant and powerful archmagi. [color=olive]"On a sliding scale of one to ten, that girl managed to exceed and fail my wildest expectations."[/color]

[color=olive][i]I mean, she's not wrong. It would be alarmingly easy to kill her in such an enclosed space, but considering we'd both have Servants, that goes both ways.[/i][/color] Richard thought as he brought a hand through his hair, eyes closed as though blocking out the Servant left in their path. With a heavy sigh he brought down his arm and propped on the open window while he stuck his head out to better address the waiting Heroic Servants.

[color=olive]"So, I'm going to assume your a Lancer by the whole spear and lack of horse. We're not looking for a fight first thing out of the gate, so Saber and I are going to get out of your hair. I'm sure we'll find another road to take, so don't worry about showing us out, we'll get the door ourselves."[/color] Richard said, not feeling up to watching a Servant when the opposing Servant didn't even have a Master who'd stay to watch. He wasn't [i]looking[/i] for a fight, but he wasn't keen on being sidelined if one broke out either.

[color=olive]"Come on Saber, we'll see if Lancer's Master is less jittery another time."[/color]