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[b][The Ottoman Empire Team][/b] - [i]At the Church[/i][/center]

[color=f7941d]"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you again, Leon Winchester, Joachim Heikkinen, and Reverend Anderson."[/color] Aksha said, bowing to each in turn. He couldn't help but be amused by the presumptions of the saber class servant, not that he hadn't heard such declerations from his own servant during their trip. [color=f7941d]"There is another, Decival Tetraleonid, Master of the Lancer servant, who arrived earlier than you all. I am not sure where he and his servant are at the moment. But they are probably busy. It seems we summoned several servants who can be best qualified as heroes of industry and design."[/color]

[color=f7941d]"Caster, if you can forgive my inquiry, when you are done setting up the bounded field to your liking, I would like to discuss with you about your magecraft. After all, you have a great deal to teach any mage of this common era."[/color] He continued, turning his attention briefly to Caster. After all, he was a curious man, and a mage from the age of gods was a rare opportunity for any mage of the age of man. He doubted he would learn much, because of how the Age of Gods differed so heavily from the age of man, but for a man who had met a roadblock, he had time to learn. 

But finally, he turned to the Rider servant. [color=f7941d]"Rider. Can you do me a favor? I suspect my servant is running around being himself at the moment. If you can, please pick go with him. I suspect he will be scouting, and an extra pair of eyes is never unwanted."[/color]

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Meanwhile, Archer was indeed doing just that. He had taken a seat upon a ledge, gazing out onto the forest in the distance. With his privileges as an imperial, he was viewing the forest with eyes like an eagle. Every bunny in that forest seemed visible to him, and he was sure that if he held a rifle, he could shoot them each down. His fingers drummed softly against his knees. His breathing heavy, but only because it could be. Taking in long deep breaths, as if it was something he had desired for so long, Archer took that very moment to enjoy his rebirth of sorts.

As a conqueror, he'd have to make it a part of his goals to conquer this land. Such a limiting state he was in. Summoned only in the sense of a conqueror, rather than an emperor. Perhaps there was something to it, in that regard. After all, people are so complex, that servants could not hope to be every aspect of a hero. He doubted a rider who possessed a spear would match up to their own self if summoned as a lancer. A simple truth, but a disappointing one. 

Maybe he'd spot an enemy. That could cheer him up.