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North it was, then. Stretching for a moment, Archer hefted his stick onto his shoulder and used his left hand to fish around the satchel at his waist. Shaking his head, he politely rejected Caster’s offer.

Rather, he brought out a black piece of flint that he rolled around with his fingers.

“I appreciate the concern, Caster, but I don’t think it’ll be necessary.”

. . .Not to mention, he was not particularly keen on receiving [i]that guy’s[/i] gifts so easily given his background, but that was largely less than relevant compared to the more pragmatic reasons.

Archer didn’t need to travel strictly at the same speed as the mount to begin with — so long as he kept sight of them, he’d be able to fulfill his role without much of a hassle, and that would also mean their energy would be better served toward other purposes.

So.

With his piece said, he tapped the stone just once and promptly disappeared.

. . .Well, not completely — if Caster focused, the magical emanations that were the telltale sign of at the very least [i]presence[/i] were still present and accounted for, but from sight to sound and even smell, Archer had effectively vanished from the senses.

A Noble Phantasm that bestowed one with the capacity to act unseen and unheard — shocking for one of the vaunted knight classes to possess, but not beyond the realm of possibility if one was familiar with certain legends, such as the Green Man of Sherwood.

He’d follow along in this form, and in case issues presented themselves — he would simply act swiftly to neutralize them.