[center][h1] Father of Innovation [/h1][/center]
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The Egyptian Servant wasn't the only one who stood near the back. Amid all the high profile servants, amid all the legends, stood a man, an ordinary, plain looking man. A pair of glasses rested on his face, a faint breeze making the mustache he wore shift slightly, a walking stick held in one hand, an umbrella in the other. He looked like the perfect American gentleman. It wouldn't take much to place him. Henry Ford, the man who had studied under Edison, and achieved heights even greater than the Wizard of Menlo, was among the ranks of gods, heroes, and mysteries. He was a self-made, ordinary man, a representation of that lost American Dream. But perhaps that was why he was one of those summoned. A man with no special powers or status, who had through determination, achieved his dreams.

A soft sigh had left him by the time the Queen of Shadows finished explaining, the male Rider mulling over what they had mentioned would be their challenge. Classical Mythology, and American Folklore...that made him think about what sorts of monsters they could come up against. His own knowledge of the classics wasn't the best, but he could imagine anything ranging from a Chimera to the dreaded Hydra, but on the other hand, he knew even less of American Folklore. A strange fact to most, but it stemmed from his time period being one that had heavily exploited the Native American population, abused them, without a care for what they believed in. They faced the unknown...a fact that made him shudder ever so slightly. Even with the yelling of the Greek Inventor, he was able to ignore him, Ford thinking about what he'd need to help. Raw materials...yes, they'd have plenty of that on the other side.

[color=lightcoral]"If I may, while I don't know how much use I'll be from the outset...my Phantasms will become useful, as America is the land of my birth." [/color] Ford's voice was calm, relaxed, and though he had to raise it to hopefully be heard, one could feel his overall desire to be of help. [color=lightcoral] "My name is Henry Ford, of the Rider Class. Whatever this... "Moon Dominion" is, we need to win the race, no matter what. I know this may be asking much, but if once we're on the other side, I could have help from one or two of you, I could set up a base camp using one of my Phantasms, a place for us to rest. I'll need mana and raw materials. I hope this isn't too much to ask for, of course." [/color] He was already planning. They'd need a base camp to recover between runs, and the thought of building Greenfield was a welcome one. Building a factory would also be beneficial, hopefully there would be enough lumber and iron to work with...