[color=82ca9d][center][h2]Archer Actaeon[/h2][/center][/color] [color=82ca9d][center][h3]Fomonar Workshop; Release the hounds[/h3][/center][/color] At the assent from his Master, Archer summoned three more hounds to join those already waiting, the small workshop beginning to feel crowded as the large hunting dogs with the aura of beasts filled the remaining empty spaces around the table. Snapped his fingers her drew their attention and alerted them to the fact an order was coming, though Laelaps and the three new comers were the only ones to respond, and pointed towards the most prominent circle on the map; Tokyo Tower. According to his Master’s notes it was both an important landmark within the city and also the site of an unclaimed fallen leyline; it demanded the most attention from his scouts and would therefore be the focus on this largest group. A short, sharp whistle saw the four attentive hounds disappear as they became immaterial, fading from the senses as they ventured north towards the city centre; though invisible to most Actaeon could track their movement in his mind, like a sixth sense that felt strange yet comforting at the same time. Summoning two more hounds Archer pointed to the next location on the map, further west than the last, before dispatching Dorceus and the pair with another whistle. Another two hounds went with Hylaeus to the north-eastern portion of the city, another two to the south-west, three to the south-east and another five given orders to simply roam and report anything unusual back to him. In total he had sent twenty scouts into the city, sending hunting parties to the most notable locations with a few others running around freely for good measure. He was wary about putting too much strain on Mercedes by summoning too many hounds at once, but the sheer scale of their battlefield demanded at least this much effort on their behalf. Tonight they would hope that their enemies were being careless, fighting in the open or moving without hiding their presence, on future nights they would seek to narrow their searches down using the results from tonight and begin to home in on lairs and hideouts. Once they knew where to strike they would begin the final phase of the hunt and bring down their prey, but for now all they could do was wait. While he had been organising his forces Mercedes had dug some kind of journal and a deck of playing cards out from somewhere and sat down at the table. Actaeon watched her write for a moment, her attention on her work and not him, before her question caught him off guard. [color=82ca9d][i]I can’t say I played many games of any kind. My life was one of training and hunting and fighting and I was happy with that.[/i][/color] The magus picked up the deck of cards and began to shuffle them as Archer watched, somewhat confused by both the line of inquiry and her current actions. [color=82ca9d][i]I wouldn’t mind learning if you wish to pass the time, though how you expect to play when I can’t speak I don’t know.[/i][/color] Mercedes continued, drawing a card from the middle of the deck and slapping it down on the table before smiling as if at some joke only she was aware of. Circling something in her journal she tore out a page and held it out for him to read and Archer was surprised to find his own name within the circle, selected from a list of name of other heroes he could only assume were other candidate for his true identity. He smiled and nodded, amused and relieved in equal measure that she had figured him out so soon; both his inability, as opposed to unwillingness, to speak and his identity had been revealed quicker than he had thought. As the scrap of paper burnt to ash Archer thought to himself [color=82ca9d][i]I don’t know if I believe in prophesies, but I do believe that we’ll be fine together.[/i][/color] [@Yankee]