[h1][center][b][color=f9da5e]Hero of Patience[/color][/b][/center][/h1]
[sup][center]Foreign District, Near a Tree[/center][/sup]
[center][sup][@King Cosmos][@Reflection][@SSW][@Danchou][/sup][/center]
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Ogier held the apprehensive calmness of a lion tamer during his interaction with Roland. He allowed himself to be grabbed and thrown without resistance, all the while reading carefully for any sign of actual violent intent. He grabbed a lamppost as he flew through the air, denting it, but then holding onto it with one hand and foot like a sailor hanging off of a mast and watching for a coming storm.

Sadness touched him as he saw what his friend had been reduced to. Roland's mind held no thought of justice, of the Emperor, nor of the Lord. The hero was consumed by nothing but love for a woman. Had Angelica been summoned as well, then? Or was it Astolfo in a dress? Given Roland's state, there was just about no feminine person who Ogier would've been surprised to learn Roland had mistaken for his love.

Moreover, he hadn't bumped fists with him! Truly, his mind was beyond repair.

[b][color=f9da5e]"I don't know of any Saracen around here, my friend. That man is a brave knight who joined me in battle just now. Let me introduce Sir Noon and his Servant: Saber. They're on a righteous quest to reclaim Sir Noon's scabbard from a coward who stole it."[/color][/b]

Ogier dropped back to the ground. The tone he spoke with was a calming but sturdy one, born from experience with the maddened Roland during his lifetime.

[b][color=f9da5e]"Of course I'll help you on your quest as well, brother-in-arms, but what would your love say if she knew you were treating a lady this way? It seems to me you'd be better off seeking and destroying some foul villain."[/color][/b]

Ogier hid the tension in his body quite well. He really didn't have the best understanding of what would or wouldn't set Roland off, so as he spoke casually he was also prepared to spring into action.

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[h1][center][b]Dude, Where's my Magical Energy?[/b][/center][/h1]
[sup][center]Core District, Desperate[/center][/sup]
[sup][center](Temporary Player Change)[/center][/sup]
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Lancer lunged forwards as Rider prepared his attack. Even if he ended up in a bad way, it would be worth it to prevent Rider from saving his Master's life. He couldn't win against this man, but if his anchor to this world disappeared, he wouldn't have to.

Indeed, a Servant with no Master was lost, regardless of their fighting power. How dearly he now wished it weren't so.

Rider was no longer moving to attack, and Lancer saw Hemlock slump lifelessly out of the line of sight provided by the apartment window. Immediately, his supplies disappeared.

[b]"...Well, damn. We got too greedy and screwed the pooch, eh, Master?"[/b] He said to no one in particular.

If he could only have a second chance, he would surely regain his honour. He would accept anything, no matter how tenuous.

The Prince of Troy disengaged one last time, vanishing into the night.