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[center][h2][b][color=007236]Hemlock Reguim[/color][/b][/h2][/center]
[center][sup][i]Apartment Workshop, Core District[/i][/sup][/center]
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The artist was relieved to find that he wasn't dealing with an emotional wreck of a Lancer who would need a night to drink his sorrows away before he was willing to fight. 

[color=007236]"If saving Troy is your wish, go right ahead. I myself am an artist and a mage, and so I'm aiming to reach the pinnacle of painting by catching a glimpse of the Root."[/color]

Hemlock pulled open a drawer of a fine desk, rummaged around for a few seconds, and produced a set of four clean glass vials, handing them over to Hector. 

[color=007236]"My magecraft is most effective with samples from the target's body. Blood, hair, bone... anything, really. Whether you find it on the battlefield or rip it from an enemy, I'd like you to collect samples when possible."[/color]

He unlatched the window once more, gesturing for his Servant to use it as an exit. A chill rushed in and the last remains of the summoning fog drifted out as the two stood there.

[color=007236]"I don't know that our enemies will think of us so differently if they find you to be a Lancer as opposed to a Saber... But I'd imagine the surprise when you gain a few extra feet of reach might offer you the chance to claim victory in combat. Use your discretion- Attack with the weapon that seems best suited to the enemy at hand, but keep in mind that's the form of Durindana you'll be using for the rest of the war until we're forced to reveal that little trick. In either case, don't call its true name tonight. If the enemy brings out their Noble Phantasm, just retreat with knowledge of their identity while hiding your own."[/color]

Closing his eyes, Hemlock looked through one of his familiars for a moment, and his face twisted in annoyance.

[color=007236]"An Assassin... How can I venture out to paint in person with someone like [i]that[/i] running around?"[/color] His gaze returned to the apartment. [color=007236]"Alright, your orders for tonight are to scout the area and engage with any enemy who's not currently fighting someone. Don't interrupt a battle that's already happening- if they want to kill each other or reveal their trump cards, let them. However, kill that Assassin if she survives."[/color]

A night of violence awaited, just beyond the window.

[color=007236]"Now, Lancer, Saber, or whatever you tell the enemy you are. It's easier to skirmish and disengage without me to worry about, right? I'll join you on the streets tomorrow. [b]Go.[/b]"[/color]

. . .

Once Hemlock was alone once more, he would uncover the easel closest to the large window. The barely-started painting on that canvas resembled the breathtaking view of the tower just beyond it. He placed dollops of paint onto his palette.

A darker blue, maybe. The sky had become even more beautiful while he had been focused on pointless tactics.

Perhaps he would include some aspect of the current battle in this piece, if it became flashy enough to be seen from his window.