[center][hr][h3]Archer
[sup][sup][i]Tristan — The Knight of Lamentation[/i][/sup][/sup][/h3][b]Current Location:[/b] Somewhere around the Core — Passing the Ball[hr][/center]Tristan raised an eyebrow momentarily now that he had a good opportunity to "look" at the other Servant. She was as much of a fine woman as he thought at first.

Her footsteps also made it clear that she was as much of a warrior as Tristan's first impression told him. Certainly a fellow knight. Though, she didn't look to be European.

A warrior from the East? Not only that but also a woman who possessed a very remarkable beauty. How interesting indeed.

If only Sir Gawain or Lancelot were here...

Tristan was only shaken out of his revelry when the other Servant replied to his question in a friendlier way than he expected. However, even as she did so, her guard remained as high as Tristan's.

"As you wish, milady. It's unbecoming—nay, it's sad—of a knight to keep that which does not belong to them," Tristan said as he tied the ball to a "string" and shot it back at its owner, harmlessly. After all, delivering messages tied to an arrow was something that any Archer worth their bow could do.
[hr][center][b]Going towards:[/b] Nowhere[/center][hr][@BlueHelix]