[h3][centre]Saber: Sir Ywain
Knight of the Lion
Latin District: Eastern Outskirts[/centre][/h3]

The knight had barely spoken a word since his summoning, but his satisfaction was evident on his face. Truly, this must be the best possible Master for him. 

[quote]. “It’s not really something that can be excused, but we haven’t even finished work on the territory even spending most of the day. So I wasn’t able to cook a welcome feast for you. Maybe tomorrow that could be managed, Saber? But for now is there anywhere you think we should go or get in particular for work or fun?”[/quote]

“A feast would be welcome, certainly,” Ywain spoke, smiling with the freshness of a handsome celebrity, his voice warm. Though his words were few, they were spoken with a clear sincerity that left no doubt as to his simple, pleasant nature. “I have no preference. Perhaps the lady should decide.” It wasn’t an admonishment, but a simple statement of disinterest. 

As the two bickered, he simply looked upon them, smiling softly. He was content, so there was no need for words. Certainly, this partnership seemed promising. His partner followed the same path that he had. The path of chivalry, of nobility - even though that shine was only a glimmer compared to the sunlight of that man, it was exciting.

[quote]“Fun, fun! There’s always tomorrow for killing!” Chirped up the girl. “Well, not that you have to kill. But you know they would be happen if we just so happened to get rid of someone who might belong to the other factions…”
“I’ll act accordingly, Elaine.” His reply was curt, slightly tense as he brushed the side of his sheathed weapons with his a hand.[/quote]

For a moment, he considered speaking up, sharing his thoughts. Life was a precious thing, surely - and the opponents in this war would not be the simple monsters, terrorising innocents. Perhaps it would be difficult for him, too. Though, certainly, it was a different matter for heroes who had already left the world, summoned again only briefly. Yes, it was more difficult for those who lived in this strange, modern world. 

But the moment passed, and the conversation shifted. He didn’t want to kill the mood.

[@Danchou]

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

The homunculi left the building with the Servant, mostly bemused by Saber’s strangeness, though Minerva’s irritation continued to bubble beneath the surface. Theta trailed behind, still unsure how to deal with this strange person, and Minerva stuck closer to him. 

“Unfortunately, I was unable to locate anyone nearby with my familiars. If mobility wasn’t so important, it might have been better to set up a location for dueling, but it seems the opportunity for that has passed anyway.” Theta spoke. “I don’t have any suggestions, in any case.”

“[color=red]How about that way?”[/color]” Venus suggested, pointing in a random direction, with no consideration beyond the way the street looked. Theta could only shrug.

On d’Artagnan’s arm, Diana grinned, plucking at her bowstring. “[color=blue]You know how to use one of these? You’re a gunner, right? It feels strange that I’m using older weaponry than a heroic spirit…[/color]” It wasn't much more than small talk, but it was earnest.

Latin District -> Core District

[@Froppy]