[color=82ca9d][center][h2]Archer Actaeon[/h2][/center][/color]
[color=82ca9d][center][h3]Fomonar Workshop[/h3][/center][/color]

Archer followed Mercedes through the city, seeing nothing untoward in the crowds or people they passed and seeing even less once the mage started laying down runes of deflection, until the buildings and urban setting began to fall away. As she had said Mercedes’ base of operations seemed to be on the very outskirts of the city itself, far removed from the hustle and bustle of Tokyo’s special wards as one could be while still being said to be in Tokyo.

The dilapidated building with its broken fence didn’t look like something a regular mage would consider fit for living, let along something worthy of being their workshop, but the Enforcer didn’t seem to mind the humble setting much. [color=82ca9d][i]I don’t mind it either; though we are still within the city it is much quieter here. I was always more comfortable in the forests than the cities. [/i][/color]

The Servant rematerialized once they were inside and the door was closed. Then, ignoring the empty food containers Archer went straight to the map of Tokyo on the wall, looking at it with intense interest. This was to be their battleground and as Archer scanned each portion of the map his mind was filled with information about each area, dutifully provided by the Grail to assist him in this time period. It seemed his Master had already done some of the legwork towards finding their opponents, highlighting areas of interest or common gathering points as well as identifying several Master candidates.

Archer turned his head as his Master called for his attention, turning away from the map to face her fully. Finally, the question of his silence was being brought up and in response to the mages question Archer shook his head. [color=82ca9d][i]No, I cannot speak.[/i][/color] He raised a hand and pointed a finger at his chest, then raised it further to press his index finger against his lips in the gesture for silence. [color=82ca9d][i]I am cursed to never utter another word, unless I want my life to end prematurely.[/i][/color] Archer then placed his index finger under his chin and dragged it across his throat to make this fact clear.

[color=82ca9d][i]But I can still be of use to you. My skills as a hunter have not been dulled and the throne saw fit to give me my companions back to me, even if our reunion is somewhat bittersweet.[/i][/color] Turning away from Mercedes, Archer gestured to an empty space next to the wooden table and activated his Nobel Phantasm, three large hounds appearing from thin air, much as he did when he rematerialized; they sat at attention, their heads swivelling around the room, keen eyes moving from Actaeon to Mercedes and back again, but otherwise remaining absolutely still. [color=82ca9d][i]Dorceus, Hylaeus and Laelaps; these three were the first to find me after I had turned into a stag. My finest hunters.[/i][/color]

Pointing at the hounds then at the map on the wall, in particular indicating the areas that his Master had marked out, Archer tried to convey his meaning without the aid of speech. [color=82ca9d][i]I can send my hounds out to scout and search for the other Masters. I have hunted prey that you can’t even imagine, the kind of prey that isn’t found in this world anymore, and these hounds were by my side the entire time. I trained them myself; they will not disappoint.[/i][/color]

[@Yankee]