[quote=@The Irish Tree]
[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]
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[color=ed1c24]Jacob Arling, Master of Red, Workshop, Red Faction Base[/color]

"To start with, the more important question", he said with a closed eyed smile as he tilted his head back slightly, "It chocolate with a caramel filling".

The bar of candy wiggled in time with his wrist motion as he gave the snack a gentle shake in his Servant's direction.

"As for your prior question...", at this point he paused and reached out with his free hand and gently flicked his hat off the desk. Where most would expect the hat to fall towards the carpet below, for a brief moment there was a small and near invisible waver in the air, as instead, the hat [i]sailed[/i].

It glided across the room, spinning on the gentle breeze that had sprung up out of nowhere, as though a ghostly hand of wind had reached out and grabbed hold. It was smooth, quick trip, before the hat completed its small circuit of the room and softly plopped itself down comfortably on Jacob's head with a quiet patting sound as the youthful looking magus stood in a single, smooth motion.

"As for your prior question, its simple really. The question should not be whether or not I will be able to stomach the carnage of the Grail War. Rather it should be [i]'How much would the potential result of civilian casualties affect you. How much do the lives of the innocent people of Çanakkale matter to your conscience',[/i] and the answer would be: Not Much", he continued his previous words, laying the bar of chocolate upon his desk and pulling a glove back onto his bare and scared hand.

He shrugged his arms and splayed his hands in a " What can you do?", gesture as he looked back over his shoulder at the Elven Caster with a carefree smile.

"They say that to be a Magus is to walk with death. Yet they've never said we couldn't do so as an observer instead of a retrieval. Personally if I'm to be a subject on Deaths table one day, I'd much rather be am assistant handling Delivery first".