[h3][centre]~~~ Θ ~~~
Diana, Ceres, Minerva, Venus
Latin District[/centre][/h3]

“D’Artagnan…” Theta muttered. It was no less than he had expected, but it raised some questions about the nature of the Throne of Heroes, or of the writing of Alexandre Dumas. Still, such a Servant, the subject of one of the most popular and well-known works of French writing, summoned within the heart of Paris - even if the figure was a little strange, they were not to be underestimated. 

Even so, it was concerning to be ignored so casually by one’s Servant. It showed a worrying lack of situational awareness...

Across the room, Minerva’s eyes flashed in anger. “[color=yellow]Are you really this stupid?[/color]” She asked, her voice harsh. “[color=yellow]If you truly can’t identify your Master when he’s right in front of you, you’re less than worthless![/color]” Diana and Ceres watched, Diana hiding her grin with a sleeve and Ceres tilting her head in mild curiosity. Venus only dabbed at her nose before the blood could hit the floor, confused as to whether the handkerchief had actually been offered.

“Ah, that’s rather harsh, Minerva. Please, don’t antagonise our partner.” Theta spoke, calmly admonishing the homunculus, who backed off. “Yes, it is I that bear the command seals. However, I don’t have much combat or tactical expertise to offer… It’s likely that the majority of your work will indeed be with these four.” He paused for a moment, looking over the Servant. “Perhaps you’d like to make an excursion with them now? Get the measure of some of our opponents…” 

It was better to seize the initiative, after all. 

[@Froppy]