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[center][h3][color=red]Rosalyn Bell[/color][/h3][/center]
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So it seemed that the intellectuals were in agreement then.  [color=red]"Introductions with more people can wait, Director."[/color]  Rosalyn stated, puffing on her cigarette again.  She looked between the servants with her and her gaze fell on Caster's hand.  [color=red]"We have to head north after all, introductions will just slow us down below a servant's pace."[/color]  She added, acknowledging Caster's words.  She grabbed Kriemhild's hand to hop up on the horse.  

She took a look around from the slightly heightened position and smiled.  [color=red]"Alright, Lancer, you're the vanguard.  Archer keep a lookout,  we need to find yours and Caster's masters after all."[/color]  She had a bad feeling at what a "Servant's pace" was so she hooked her arms around Caster's waist.  Despite being the "weakest" class, the Caster class was still more than able to support a human... Or kill them.  [color=red]"Alright, let's get a move on, no time to waste!"[/color]  She couldn't help but have an overconfident smirk.  While her short term memory was gone, but her long term definitely remembers the honor it was to summon a servant in a grail war...  Now it was three to save the world.  Despite the shitty circumstances, this was still exciting.