[center][hr][h3]Archer
[sup][sup][i]Tristan -- The Knight of Lamentation[/i][/sup][/sup][/h3][b]Current Location:[/b] Business District -- Sacred Couer Basilica[hr][/center][center][i]“Let me tell you the story of a man
A man whose life was plagued with sadness ever since his birth
Yet, a man whose love was greater than anyone else’s
And by love found his undoing
However, more than anything else, a man whose greatest regret
Is ever having spoken ill of a King who he didn’t understand…”[/i][/center]
Tristan’s words came out in a gentle and yet unbearably sad voice, melancholy carrying on the same wind that took out the notes from Failnaught’s strings as he listened to his Master’s thoughts. He didn’t play or recite this story for his own good. The sadness and melancholy in his heart could never be soothed no matter how many ballads he sang, but the unrest that plagued his Master’s mind could and Tristan’s song was certain to bring at least a sliver of reprieve for her.

Furthermore, his song was also an elegy. A Requiem for those who forsake the tranquility of the modern world to join this war. To kill or be killed; and to the Heroic Spirits who gathered here, answering the call of the Grail, beyond the veil of time and space.

[center][i]“May the most valorous be the only one to achieve the treasure my King longed for…”[/i][/center]
After his Master said all she had to, Tristan’s song came to its end. It was time for them to depart but first, he had a question to answer. “I do not claim to know the weight of the burden you carry. However, as one who knows the pain of not being able to see a Loved One as the breath of life left me, I make a pledge under my honor of a Knight of the Round Table,” Tristan said as he knelt by his Master and lowered his head in the same way he would do before his King. “I swear I’ll not fail you. I shall be your sword and your shield, as well as the arrow who fells your foes and carry you through this war, even if I have to forsake the chance to seek atonement by fulfilling my King’s wish,” he said as the wind blew by them.

As soon as Tristan finished his pledge he got back to his feet, once again towering over his Master. “Now it’s time for us to depart. Let us find out what manner of songs will our opponents have for us…” Tristan said. The knight excused himself before picking his Master in his arms, like one would carry his bride, before leaping away from the Basilica with all the inhuman speed and grace expected of a Servant of his caliber.

With his Master in his arms, the Archer Servant began to their search for an opponent, leaping and bounding across the streets of the Business District, always trying to take hold of the highest vantage points possible among the roofs of the many buildings that dotted the area. Their search carrying them in a zig-zag as they made their way to the Champs-Élysées, halting only if Yazhu or Tristan noticed the presence of an enemy nearby.
[hr][center][b]Going towards:[/b] Business District -- Champs-Élysées, in search for opponents[/center][hr]
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