Katherine's breath caught in her throat at what she had just witnessed. Her wraiths hissed and lurched toward the mountain of a man. He consumed a goodly portion her personal reserves with his mere presence alone. Either he didn't notice or ignored them outright as he seemed to be having a moment with the wooden club. Katherine found herself appreciating the gravity of the situation much more kennly, this Grail War (though in her mind it was more akin to a battle royal of sorts). She came to realize that perhaps, thinking on the endeavor set before her was more than a simple side project. A chill ran down her spine that just maybe she could die in the battles to come. Looking at her own Servant now she knew if it weren't for the Command Seals he could crush her skull like a sparrow's egg if he so wished, and weren't one thing she could do about it; Katherine doubted hers was the most powerful Servant out there as well. A near mad grin split her neutral mask in twine. She picked up on his sudden shift in intensity and met him halfway. 

"It was found where its believed you fell, some valley in Denmark." She said suddenly. "If you want to keep it you may, though I doubt it will be of much use to you." The fingers of her right hand fiddled with the broach choker wrapped about her throat. "But thus is nostalgia, no rhyme or reason." She chuckled then squared herself to her Servant. "I take it you are Berserker; I am you're new Master, Katherine Brekker. Given you're fondness for the club of a long dead king I take you are Harald Wartooth. At least a phantom of him." Katherine snapped her fingers. Annabelle was at her side with the platter. Katherine pulled the large goblet from it and opened a vein on her wrist with her teeth. Sweet pain fueled her action as she let the blood flow into the cup. The amber liquid became stained red, masking the little seeds floating in the mixture, or so she hoped. Katherine took a drink from it. Harsh, burning liquid with a hint of sweetness to it ran down her throat. She offered the rest to Berserker. "A drink shared between Servant and Master, a more fitting beginning to our pact than mere seals. Drink your fill Berserker because tonight we bring death to all standing in our way. 

[@King Cosmos]