[color=aba000]“She’s certainly spirited. I’m sure she’ll be quite a handful for the Grey’s to deal with when the time comes.”[/color] Thomas approaching Vladimir, joining the conversation as their party stood outside of the church, minus those who had already left of course. Turning towards the errant Saber’s master the older Magus raised a hand and gestures after the Servant’s retreating form with his cane. [color=aba000]“Perhaps you should go save the poor Father from his fate?”[/color]

Chuckling to himself Thomas walked into the church, carrying or pulling his luggage behind him; he’d had to leave England in a bit of a hurry and as such was not able to bring as much as he would normally have liked, a single suitcase and one small satchel, but he had made sure to bring all of the accoutrements of his craft from his workshop back home. Anything else could be purchased as necessary.

The flight over had been uneventful and was both mercifully short and over far too soon; he did not need to spend the time becoming acquainted with his Servant like some of the others, what use was it trying to understand the mind of a Berserker after all, and had instead whiled the hours away with his carving. He had managed to produce three small statuettes over the course of the flight, fewer than he would have hoped, from blocks of wax he liked to keep on hand for just such a purpose; the figures now resided in the satchel he carried at his side.

Perhaps Mr King would admonish him for leaving wax shavings all over the floor of his fancy private plane once he found out about it, not that it would bother Thomas in the slightest.

[color=aba000]“I’ll have to see these rooms you’ve prepared for us before I make a decision about where to setup. It may be wiser to spread ourselves out regardless; there might be power in numbers but there’s no reason to make ourselves a convenient target for the Grey’s either.”[/color]

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