[center][h2]Scáthach[/h2][/center]
Scáthach sighed as she sat in front of the podium, barely touching the crushed red clay below with the tips of her bare toes. If the Moon Cell expected her to scold these “legendary heroes” as if she was their tutor, or order them around as a Ruler would, it was very wrong. If these Servants couldn’t even agree on setting their egos aside and to work together, it would be better that they killed one another here and now. At least, like this, they could begin anew with a fresh summoning or continue the quest with only those really willing to participate.

The Queen of the Shadowlands only turned her eyes towards the seats, instead of the dirt below her feet, once Ford made his questions known. “You needn’t worry about resources, Mister Ford. We are being sustained by the Moon Cell itself. We’ll have enough Magical Energy to perform at our best, this I assure you. And, as far as resources are concerned, I believe you shall have plenty in our destination, according to the reports of our scout programs,” she said before tapping the ground with her staff, causing a holographic projection to appear in front of them. It showed what looked like a mix between the Appalachian Mountains in their virginal state and some old Hellenistic ruins, carved off pristine white marble and granite, with the sea extending away from the shore being easily recognizable as the Aegean, to any who ever braved its waters even though an eerie aura hovered over it like a thick, intangible mist.