[center][color=0054a6][h1]Lewis Carroll[/h1][/color]
[h2]Riverside Workshop, Southern Moor[/h2]
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As an author Caster, Lewis did the one thing that he knew he could do; he wrote. What he spent the entire doing was enchanting the objects that Master had requested from him and when that job was complete, he went to fortify his Workshop. Well, it could hardly be called a Workshop and more like a Study. It was hardly that impressive in comparison to what the other Caster class servants could produce, but he wasn't a magus, not one in life at least. Unlike him, Master was outside using the magecraft that she honed throughout her life. It was sort of messed up how he could just be summoned with these abilities that many magi could only dream about when he could not perform a lick a of magic in his life.

Not like he was complaining though. The sun has set and that meant war had just begun. Anyone could show up at their doorstep, but they would have a hell of a surprise to meet.

Through the mental connection that he and his master had, he heard her speak to her in her ever polite manner. [i][color=0054a6]Thank you for your praise I shall be there in a moment.[/color][/i] He faded into golden shimmer of light from his study and apparated in front of her in only a moment after she requested his presence. 

It seemed like she was starting to be a bit more open about what she is aiming for, but of course, it wasn't going to be just about her. Just as he inquired about her goals for the war, it was bound to happen that she was going to ask what his own motives are. Not that he could blame her; she needed to know if his wish for the Grail did not interfere with her own.

[color=0054a6]"I don't know. What does a dead man wish for?"[/color] Caster mused over such a question. [color=0054a6]"World peace? Personal happiness?"[/color]