[h1][center][b][color=f9da5e]Hero of Patience[/color][/b][/center][/h1]
[sup][center]Northern Latin District, [s]Meeting[/s]Shooting Place in the Streets[/center][/sup]
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Saber's vigil under the street lamp came to an end when Sirs Noon and Ywain approached. He smiled at their presence and grabbed by a handle some sort of rectangular box that had been sitting on the ground next to him. Multicoloured cardboard bearing a logo would flash briefly in the moonlight as he waved at the knights, and a slight clinking of glass would reveal its nature: an eight-pack of beer.

[b][color=f9da5e]"Comrades! Good to see you made it through the night! A thief, though? Did someone make off with some of your things around the time you faced Sir Tristan?"[/color][/b]

He patted himself for a moment, as if searching for something that might be missing. He seemed relieved afterwards, though it wasn't like he carried some wallet or key- just his armour and weapons.

That relief was short-lived, though.

The paladin's eyes darted southward as killing intent and magical energy flared towards them. Immediately, he leaped to stand in front of Cleo, summoning Courtain. A sword, shorter than Sauvagine though nonetheless a longsword, appeared in his free hand ready to intercept attacks targeting his Master. Oddly enough, it remained sheathed despite being held forward in a battle-ready position.

When he found that the attacks were coming at Noon, he remained tense. He couldn't expose his Master to this kind of attack, even to save his ally. He could only hope that the miraculous defensive power of Sir Ywain's ring would hold up against Failnaught's strange projectiles as it had last night.

[b][color=f9da5e]"Master. To safety. Now. I can't act until you're secure.[/color][/b] He kept his eyes on the distant Tristan, but reached with his free hand into his eight-pack and extended a beer towards the place where Ywain had secured himself. A small measure of anger had touched the generally jovial expression of this Saber. [b][color=f9da5e]"Want one, knight? I didn't expect your fellow over there to be partial to that kind of attack, but to each his own I suppose."[/color][/b]

He moved as needed in order to stay between the Archer and Cleo for the time being, and spoke to her without looking.

[b][color=f9da5e]"Now, give me your orders."[/color][/b]

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