[h1][center][b][color=f9da5e]Hero of Patience[/color][/b][/center][/h1]
[sup][center]Latin District, Northern Edge[/center][/sup]
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[color=f9da5e][b][i]"Have I found anything yet? I've found a glorious city. I've found stout and good-hearted people. I've found buildings reminiscent of my own time, unlike the rectangles of smooth stone and steel which the Grail informed me of."[/i][/b][/color]

A robust man materialized for a moment on a rooftop, his eyes scanning the surrounding terrain, and lingering for a spell on the tower that functioned as a beautiful sort of centrepiece for Paris. He conferred with his Master, who had elected to manage operations from her workshop, using their shared mental link.

[color=f9da5e][b][i]"But no, I've not found any Servants or Masters yet if that's what you mean."[/i][/b][/color]

It irked this man that his orders forbade him from engaging in combat. Were that not the case, he could have simply let loose the full measure of his presence as a Servant and allowed some interesting person to come to him. Of course, Cleo was only being logical and playing her cards carefully. As her Servant, he wouldn't actually move against her wishes.

Still, this man was no Assassin. His presence could be minimized to a point, but not concealed from those in his vicinity. It wouldn't align with his Master's desires, but an excited smile crept for a moment onto the hero's face. If he was attacked by someone too quick to escape from, he would have to defend himself. It wouldn't do for him to get killed without fighting back, or for Cleo to spend a command seal to get him out of trouble.

Besides, observing the skills of fellow heroes was certainly no sour job or waste of time.

[color=f9da5e][b][i]"Don't worry. The night is still young, and I can cover a fair bit of ground. Reconnaissance isn't one of the things I'm renowned for, but have faith in this hero to carry out anything you command, Master."[/i][/b][/color]

The man began to dematerialize, leaving a disturbance in the air like the slight pressure on a lake from a twig or insect that hasn't quite broken the surface tension. The last part to vanish was a head with an enthusiastic grin. A war of this size was sure to hold its share of joys and surprises for Ogier the Dane.

[@King Cosmos]