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	Caster was surprised by the forwardness of Aksha's question. Her wish for the grail...well, it wasn't that she had any qualms of hiding it, like a maiden would to frivolously slam their diary into a corner under their bed, but she certainly didn't expect to be asked that question so soon. And especially not from a master that wasn't her own. His words however folded over and over in her mind, entangling her wishes with her sensibilities, and forcing a smile to her lips as she heard the description of the book, the characters upon its cover plain as day due to a servant who had been within the Throne of Heroes for centuries, if not millennia. Aksha would see for the slightest moment the facade of beauty and grace that Caster carried, as her lips contorted into an uncontrolled, elated, frightening smirk filled to the brim with her teeth as she ran a finger across the book. Certainly, this would prove valuable to her as well...However, first she would compose herself, calming down and having her face retreat from its contorted proportions. Tucking a lock of golden hair behind one of her pointed ears, she smiled, controlled once more. [color=FF7DFF][b]"You offer me something indispensible, and as such I have no reason to refuse. With such a thing, I would have no need of the grail...and would thus pose no threat to you after the Greys are dealt with."[/b][/color]

Regardless of whether the book could bring back her beloved, she knew from his words that it could incarnate her into flesh and blood, giving her ample time to restore him herself. The grail wasn't needed at all; It likely wouldn't be her's regardless. An inexperienced Master, and a Necromantic Caster that held little power in a fight between powerful servants stood little chance, even to their rather sane Berserker. As such, Caster would certainly accept this deal, under another condition she would state. [color=FF7DFF][b]"I would, however, like to add an additional article to our little agreement. Namely, for the safety of my Master throughout the course of this war."[/b][/color] she would say, netting her fingers together in her lap. [color=FF7DFF][b]"Joachim is...well, he's certainly no magus capable of fighting another in single combat. As such, I would ask you to ensure that he remains safe, should the need arise for me to do combat away from him. I'll also accept an additional request from you, should you fulfill this. It would do neither of us any good if he were to perish and I should fade away, after all."[/b][/color]

As Caster waved her hand through the air, a piece of parchment seemed to burn in reverse, materializing into her hands. [b]"Of course, this would need true binding to make sure both of us are guaranteed our wishes. As such...a Self-Geis Scroll should be required, here."[/b] she said as her thin fingers wrote upon the parchment, drafting out the unbreakable deal that she desired with Aksha. Whether he would accept that level of permanence and binding was another thing, but once Caster finished the document and showed it to him, he would find it entirely accurate to their deal thus described. There were no loopholes by which Caster could influence someone to attack him via a curse, nor was there any room for her, or any associated party under her instruction to simply steal the text from him. Caster was entirely open to fairly bargain, it seemed, and carried no ill will towards Aksha in the making of this contract. Still, it would be his choice to sign or not, one that would likely close, or shatter the deal.

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	Joachim upon being called was swift and eager to go, but questioned the idea of EVERY servant being sent to the front lines. Would it not be better to just have Berserker, Saber, and maybe Rider lead an assault? He doubted any Servant, regardless of class could withstand three powerful servants barraging them at once, especially since their Berserker seemed easy enough to convince of fighting. Regardless, he would find Caster, and depart with her alongside the others. 

Caster was brisk in making way towards their meeting point, striding with confidence as Joachim followed behind, a suitcase filled with magical reagents packed for their usage had its handle clenched in his small hands. It was rather heavy, but he assumed that Caster really did need a lot of items to work her magic. Upon hearing the plans being strewn about, Caster cleared her throat and said: [color=FF7DFF][b]"Whoever is being sent in, allow me to bless them with protective magic. Even if they possess Magic Resistance, my spells should still serve as a buffer between them and any harm beyond their ability to deal with. Naturally, I possess no close range power, so I would prefer to stay and guard the Masters."[/b][/color]

Joachim's attention was focused on the strange servant that was their Lancer, observing the forest...with a telescope? That seemed fairly modern for a heroic spirit of the spear...was her maybe some sort of pirate or famous seafarer? And his master pulled out such a ghastly looking cursed item...just looking at it gave the boy chills down his spine. However, plans were being discussed, and he felt it important to add in: [color=DBDB97][b]"I think we should have Assassin follow in, a bit behind the Knight Classes. If there are any masters present, they should be able to sneak up on them for an easy victory. Caster can help ward off illusions from here."[/b][/color]

As she looked at the forest, Caster would start getting a bad feeling...this magic wasn't totally unlike her own. No doubt they were dealing with a spellcaster of legend in some capacity, though the method of magic escaped her. If she were to go in she could piece together the magics woven, but...that would involve her risking life and limb on a hunch.