[center][h3][color=EEE8AA]Caster of Red - Skuld[/color][/h3][/center]

[color=EEE8AA][b]"Did you sleep well, my Master?"[/b][/color]

Within the air above Jacob Arling, a slight change in pressure could be observed as something moved, flickering particles of light blue converging on a singular point before, as if the air itself was being painted over, the pallid woman that was his Servant emerged. Her feet were firmly pressed against the ceiling, transfixed as if her heels were bolted there like a chandelier before she released her hold on the material. Her descent was gradual, until she stood beside Jacob's desk, off to the left of his seat. Her eyeless gaze would fall upon him as she considered for a moment whether taking the chocolate was a good idea or not. 

[color=EEE8AA][b]"I do not know much about the sweets of this time...but I would not turn down an offer from you. If anything is to be discussed first, then let it be this..."[/b][/color] Skuld said, before the strange eyes she possessed opened and stared at Jacob.

[color=EEE8AA][b]"To win this war on your behalf, many will die. That is an unavoidable requirement of my Noble Phantasm. There cannot be victory without sacrifice, my master. Blood will fill the grail you seek, but you have time yet to reconsider,"[/b][/color] the elven caster said, before slowly fixing her gaze on the bar of chocolate, the pointed ears sticking from the sides of her head flicking to and fro in a wiggling motion. 

[color=EEE8AA][b]"...What flavor is it?"[/b][/color]