[center][h2][b][color=darkred]A Chance Encounter
Bois de Boulogne
Dusk - Night 2[/color][/b][/h2]
[@Seirei No Hai][@Reflection][@GreenGoat][/center]

Nobukara's face was impassive as Chieko spoke of gathering money for the shrine, her features not betraying the doubt she harbored inside. The temple wasn't that hard up on money, meaning this was almost certainly a lie. Not that it was any of her business, all that mattered was that her reasons didn't conflict with Lord Nobuaga's. Her Servant was supposedly a manifestation of all the masterless samurai of Japan, the wnadering ronin legend made manifest. However it looks like Lord Nobunaga and her were on the same page in doubting the existence of a Heroic Spirit like that, while this was a clever cover story it was nothing more than that. Speaking of the enemy Servant, it looks like the enemy Servant knows who Lord Nobunaga is, which all but proved their suspicions correct. Nanashi, Japanese for Nameless or No Name, a fitting name for the mystery before them. 

Lord Nobunaga handled negotiations well, although she wasn't entirely sure the embassy money was theirs to give in the first place... Well, Lord Nobunaga was the daimyo of Japan, so any money of Japan belonged to her in the end. She also brought up the fact that if they were the last two standing, she wouldn't hesitate to blow them to smithereens and call the alliance off. That tickled something in the back of her brain, but at the moment it was only an idea. Something that would have to be talked about with Lord Nobunaga, possibly a way to resolve this possible end without bloodshed. She shook her head and coughed, refocusing on the conversation at hand. Chieko took her by the hand forcefully, insisting they go back to their temple to get started on healing, while Nanashi insisted they instead go out for drinks. While Nobukara would love nothing more than a long night of drinking with her Lord Nobunaga, getting her injury taken care of was more important at the moment.

[color=crimson]"Forgive me Nanashi-san, I'm afraid the drinks will have to wait for tomorrow. I would rather not be in the open with these injuries, even with two Servants protecting us. A wounded Master is a very valuable target after all. You understand right?"[/color] She did her best to shrug his arm off her shoulder, while shooting a pleading look along with a mental message to ask Nobunaga to back her up. [color=crimson][i]'It would be best if we could get my injuries healed as soon as possible so I can better support you. Being invited into another Magus's workshop is also a valuable opportunity, should this alliance go sour in the future.'[/i][/color]