[center][h2]Rahma Alinejad[/h2]
[h3]Shinto Town, Café Oasis[/h3][/center]

The magus was silent for a bit, looking over the summoned Servant with a critical eye.

Though it was less judging, more as though he were measuring...something. This was only reinforced when he started moving around the bowman.

He nodded to himself once he had done a complete revolution, letting his arms fall to the side, and relaxing his expression a bit.

“That would be correct, yes. This nonsense Ritual pulled me in without warning, and I do not expect those without the likes of you Heroic Spirits at their side to live very long. The city is sure to become chaotic in the following days, so I needed one, as well.”

He paused.

“My mana and an anchor to the modern world in exchange for your aid — do you think it a fair trade, Archer?”

He was at least being genuine with regards to offering a hand in partnership, recognizing that they both needed each other.

“Hm, if you are going to stay around here…” He looked at him again. “...Well, your looks aren’t half bad so young girls are sure to come, and I could use help around the store. Finding a fitting uniform might be a bit harder considering those tree trunks you have for arms, but I’m sure we can make it work.”

He started walking briskly out of the room, motioning for Archer to follow him.

“Come, come, we can discuss the specifics over a warm cup of coffee or two, God knows I could use it.”

[@Senseless]