[center][hr][h3]Madhisi[/h3][b]Current Location:[/b] Canal District -- Into the Spider's Web[hr][/center]Madhisi observed the two who "called" her here with a not small air of discomfort about her. Perhaps it was because of the way her left arm still ached despite she having treated it earlier, and that -- even now -- it was wrapped in bandages soaked with a healing ointment all the way to her fingertips. Or perhaps it was because they were flaunting so openly in front of her?

"I cannot say that I'm thankful for it. But, paying back debts is the way of my people," she said, staring back at the other Master. As she did so not only her gaze but her voice was tinged with a trace of sorrow and hatred for someone that wasn't there. "I... wasn't aware this was going to be so difficult when I set my mind on it..."
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[sup][sup][i]Tristan -- The Knight of Lamentation[/i][/sup][/sup][/h3][b]Current Location:[/b] Latin District -- Paris Pantheon[hr][/center]As one of the Servants he met yesterday came into the area of their meeting, Tristan turned around. He was facing the other man's direction. In fact, the red-haired Archer's eyes weren't even open, but the fact that his attention was directed to both him and his Master for a moment was unmistakable. A Servant like Tristan had no way of detecting Mages, but if they came this close to him, he could notice them with ease.

For a moment, it would be as if a hawk were watching them from above, ready to dive as soon as it spotted at openings. However, it wouldn't be long before Tristan faced away from them. With his eyes closed and head lowered it would be difficult for most to even guess whether or not he was awake or sleepwalking. But certainly, a Knight of the Round Table wouldn't do something such as sleeping on the battlefield, would he?

Nevertheless, the Archer's thoughts were focused into another issue at the moment. If this knight was were, it meant that his allies would also be soon enough, which included Sir Ywain and his Master. The latter of which Tristan had to make payback for the wounds inflicted to Yazhu in the previous night.

Tristan didn't blame Noon for his actions. Killing is only natural of a knight. Even women, children, and the elderly shall meet their end if they step on a battlefield. However, it was just as natural-- no, it was [i]demanded[/i] of a knight to avenge their Lady's honor. The moment he chose to lay a hand on Yazhu, Noon accepted that he would become the target of Tristan's ire. He'd better be prepared for that.
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