[h3][centre]Saber: Sir Ywain
Knight of the Lion
Latin District: A Gathering[/centre][/h3]

The negotiations stretched on, as Ywain stood by, ready to leap to the defence of his Master - or, indeed, any of these new allies. He was, perhaps, a little disappointed that it hadn’t come to a fight. Though he didn’t particularly want to hurt any of these people, he wasn’t much use when it came to negotiations. Really, so long as his Master was happy, he was too.

It was good to have friends, but this was a war, after all. It would likely come down to fighting in the end. As a Heroic Spirit who had already reached the end of his life, his story, it didn’t matter to him if he died fighting, and he was sure the other Servants felt the same. His existence here could only ever be temporary.

As far as his allies went, he had no complaints. A fellow knight and a pair of beautiful maidens, though the other master hiding away was not the greatest first impression. It was easy, too, to take pride in the clear reactions the others showed towards Noon, impressed with the way he comported himself. Yes, it truly was a fitting pair. 

Even as another stranger appeared, and was confronted, Ywain gripped his weapon. But a small grin split across his face, invisible beneath his helmet as he saw them in full, relaxing his grip. 

[quote]"Apologies for my unbecoming behavior," Tristan said, his voice carrying a genuine tone of longing that would probably be enough to make a common man shed tears without knowing why. "However, given the sad nature of this conflict we find ourselves into, I suppose it's the natural thing to do. Right, old friend of mine? It makes me glad to see that another of my King's Knights also found a Master befitting their station," the Knight of Lamentation added, directing his words to Ywain.[/quote]

Ywain nodded, thinking over his response, and catching himself before casually throwing out his fellow knight’s name. Out of nothing else but professional courtesy, that was not something he should reveal so easily. Though, between his sorrowful nature, and revealing his status as a fellow knight, it was probably enough for at least Ywain’s own Master to determine the identity of the Knight of Lamentation.  “This has become quite the gathering,” He said, his tone neutral.

Perhaps he would have questioned the knight’s thoughts on the nature of this war - after all, it was not a sad occasion for Ywain himself. But the man before him had always been that way, so it was useless to question him.

Certainly, that knight had always been a man who took his duties seriously. It was possible that he could already guess, but-

“Why did you come here, friend?” Ywain asked, not in admonishment or anger, but simple curiosity. Whether he was referring to the war in general, or this gathering in particular, it was uncertain. Perhaps both. A question of intent, of worthiness of one’s wish for the grail - and an invitation to fight, to duel without interference, if Tristan wished.

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