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[h1][color=4D52FA]Ulrich Magnus Adalbert Rudolfsheim[/color][/h1]
[h3]Costes Restaurant, Ráday Street, District 9[/h3]
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Sitting at a table for dinner was fairly normal. Eating a Michelin restaurant wasn’t that strange, at least for a man of Ulrich’s standing. This wasn’t even the first time he had eaten with a ghost, though it would hopefully end better this time around. Despite the seemingly normality of the situation to Ulrich, he couldn’t help but feel on edge. It wasn’t dining with a hero from the past, though that likely didn’t help the situation at handle. A battle to the death was something he had done several times prio, meaning any thrill or nerves from it had gone away decades ago. 

Maybe it was the fact that this war held a monster lying in wait? Ulrich was only given the rank of Cherubim, ensuring that a more powerful magus had partaken in this war. Unfortunately, that also wasn’t the case. In fact, Ulrich had thought it to have been some sort of mistake. He had already spent an earlier section of the day ranting about his rank to his Servant, though he apologized later on after he realized how polite she was. 

The day had been standard, well as standard as the prelude to a war could be. Ulrich had summoned his Servant early in the morning, while the moon had still yet to sleep. They had a short exchange, then immediately got to work preparing for the night. A few distractions ruined this plan, such as his previously mentioned rant, room service breaking while he wasn’t paying attention, the hotel questioning his identity, his assets being momentarily frozen, and things of that accord. 

In hindsight, this day went fairly poorly. However, such things were seen as momentary setbacks. He may have considered killing everyone in the hotel once or twice towards evening, the man kept his sanity long enough to know that was idiotic. One of the many strengths of a hotel was the amount of bodies. Who would ever take over a hotel only to remove the inhabitants?

Once sunset had arrived and he mentioned feeling a bit peckish, his Servant suggested a meal. Ulrich had no intention of ever leaving his hotel room for food, but when his Servant mentioned trying the delicacy of this alien land, Ulrich couldn’t refuse. His Servant had been polite and respectful so far, which meant they deserved some sort of treat. Was rewarding a Servant like a pet wrong?

Probably.

Ulrich had been to Budapest before, Austrian and Hungarian magi still held close ties, he had yet to really try any of the fine dining the city had. This Costes was the first restaurant in Hungary to receive any attention, so at the very least he could brag about eating here to some of his acquaintances. The restaurant was initially completely booked for the night, but bribery never really failed if you add in enough 0’s. 

And so, there he was, sitting at a table across from his Servant. His face and posture spoke nothing about his current state of unease, but it remained nonetheless. No matter how hard he thought, nothing was coming to him. He simply sighted and hoped it would go away after a meal. With that, he finally opened him his menu.

[color=4D52FA]“I hear the Fogas here is their best dish. It’s a type of fish, though I haven’t tried it myself. They only have Western drinks here, so just order what you like. I’ll probably have a Barbaresco, but please don’t let my taste dictate your own.”[/color]

Wait, did Asians even have wine? 
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