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

That was certainly a corpse in front of them. Fresh and none too clean if Richard were to hazard an assessment of it. He could tell the sight was upsetting to his Servant, no doubt any innocent slaughtered in this war would upset the chivalrous fellow. 

All Richard could see was a source of combustible gas if he needed a landmine at this master's feet. 

He wasn't bereft of empathy, but he was a Magus. By matter of writ they accepted that their path was one lined with corpses and hardship, so rather then seeing the corpses as a loss of life, Richard analyzed it as a reflection of the Master. 

Callous. Sloppy. Lacking in forethought. Traits ascribed to a rank amateur or someone with enough clout to afford such arrogance, and with the first words spilling from the golden Servant's lips, he knew it likely the latter. The figure before them was positively ancient, exuding a casual grace and power that was the stuff of legend. His Servant almost seemed a cosplayer in comparison, though he knew that was more a feeling from Saber's adaptation to the time's when compared to this Servant's bold faced rejection of it. 

Idly he drew out a cigar, casually holding it pinched between two fingers unlit while moved towards Saber and clasped the tensed Servant's shoulder. [color=olive]"I thought it obvious you share the company of the most stalwart of Servants, the noble Saber. I'm sure you can understand him not waving his sword around in good company, even if makes discernment less then instantaneous."[/color]

[color=olive]"Perhaps you could summon your adviser so we can exchange proper greetings? A waste of precious time to repeat ourselves for the benefit of the absent."[/color]

[hr][center][h2][color=darkviolet][i]Archer - Semiramis[/i][/color][/h2][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center]

Archer paused, eyeing the man before her with trepidation and something bordering on concern as lip twitched with uncertainty at the offered hand in the wake of his speech. Whatever image of the mysterious man from the mysterious conspiracy fighting in a mysterious war had promptly been shattered by his exuberance. 

After a long minute of indecision, she decided expression trumped decorum and wrapped both arms around her gut as she laughed from the depth of her core into the office. It was a melodic sound, and if pressed she would deny there being an un-lady like snort when her humor got the best of her. When she finally righted herself and set her gaze upon Thompson, she took his hand and raised his knuckles to her lips in a mimicry of a knight to their favored lady. 

[color=darkviolet]"You are a singularly strange man, Omega. A child playing at adulthood, wrapped in sinister conspiracy with their ideals intact. I'd thought you made of stone, but instead you wear it like a coat and discard it haste in my confidence. You're either a good actor, or a desperate one, but that matters not. I'll be by your side from henceforth, so please continue to entertain me. Conquest and governance are dull tasks without passions to warm the dull nights of their tedium."[/color]