[color=0054a6][b][center][h1]King Mu[/h1][/center][/b][/color]
[center][h3][b]Chaldea Canteen[/b][/h3][/center]

Ask and you shall receive.

Caster had been preoccupied on this delightful day of Chaldea, taking the time to wander and finding himself in a storage cupboard, embracing the serenity that awaited within, taking the time to enjoy the bliss of isolation for a few moments as he had developed a new theory of immortality, for it was possible mortality could be merely a concept of perception, one that the universe upheld. If someone perceived you as a mortal, then you could die. But if no one perceived you at all?

Then who knows.

He emerged with a sigh, readjusting his glasses as it occurred to him that it was likely his Master was already active and on some kind of valiant journey. Just thinking of her ambitious spirit made him chuckle, it always reminded him of his journey to Kunlun and that heroic Charioteer. He sauntered through the halls towards the canteen, somehow radiating a wayward aura as well as one of authority as he entered the canteen, preparing himself for something of a feast, or perhaps somewhere to just sit and observe the chaos that undoubtedly would occur with some of his fellow Heroic Spirits. 

[color=0054a6]"Apologies for my absence, the pursuit of eternity brought me away from my usual duties," [/color] he announced as he entered, his robes gliding along with him as he approached Charlotte and Yasuke, eyeing up the others with a curious glance. [color=0054a6]"Lancer, I am pleased to see you have kept us tethered to this mortal coil whilst I was busy, Master I suspect you engaged in behavior with risk attached? A treacherous road that could harm not only yourself but the three of us as well."[/color] He gave Lancer a warm smile of sincerity and gave his master a chuckle, happy he walked in on them talking about some form of adventure.

He turned his attention to his fellow Caster, his gaze shifting to one of interest and intrigue, one he often held with the man, always intrigued by his means and his history. A man of the arts was always a man that Mu held in high standing, the arts kept his legend alive after all, without art, culture would be nothing. 

[color=0054a6]"Ah, it is our Italian friend, what brings you to us at this hour?"[/color] he addressed him with a smile, intrigued by the nature of his being here, knowing that if Raphael was conversing with his Master then something must be afoot, a mystery that he would quite like to get his teeth into. He held no ill will towards caster, both of them had mystery behind them and he held them as his equal but was always suspicious of him none the less, and he was well aware that lancer was not his biggest fan.