[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/NCi7RdI.png[/img]

[h2][i][b][color=mediumslateblue]Hassan i-Sabbah[/color][/b][/i][/h2]

[h2][i][b][color=mediumslateblue]"Do not touch."[/color][/b][/i][/h2]

[h3]Abandoned Shipping Warehouse, Harbor[/h3][/center]

Hassan could tell that this dapper young gentleman was her Master for this particular War. Looking around as he held a hand out to look for an alternative to shake it, after finding nothing that helped she quickly picked whatever bits of fabric on his glove and shook it carefully. Noting the cheese sandwiches, she ate each one of them making sure that not one crumb spills on the floor or plate, a simple chew and swallow to perfection.

[color=mediumslateblue]"There are eighteen Hassans Master. You may call me Hassan if you wish, they cannot figure out which of the eighteen has been summoned which works either way into our advantage."[/color] The girl spoke calmly and with no deep exposition as expected of a loyal Assassin.

She took a look at his golems but even Walter would be uncertain if she's even vaguely interested in interacting with them, she had a right arm stretched but hesitated... shaking her head then turned back to him. Her pretty eyes dazzling in the semi-darkness of the warehouse. [color=mediumslateblue]"Food, drink and sleep aren't necessary for Servants, Master. While it does sate other needs you can count on my watchful eyes to protect you from any incoming attack. I'd also advise you not to stay close to me. This isn't a personal problem it is the work of my Noble Phantasm which is always active. I apologize in advance if it is an inconvenience to you already."[/color]

Ah. So that's where the smell is coming from.

[@Scallop]