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[i][b][center]The First Day. 15th of November, 2016. 11:50AM.[/center][/b][/i]
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The young Servant Caster had made a gesture of goodwill by furnishing the dilapidated bunker with decor that prioritized both mental and physical comfort. The base, which had been unattended to by the Swizz military for decades, was suddenly fit to entertain guests of any social class. Despite that, the Master whom Caster had assembled the splendid interior for had hardly spent any time there thus far.

Instead, Tómas had gone deeper, passing beyond the disused rooms into the negative spaces and half-rooms that had never seen use at all, delving further until he found a lightless, dust-choked space that touched on the bunker's very foundations. Leaving Caster to assemble weaponry up above, the old magus had made this place the heart of his new workshop, spreading the scalding blood of the Earth there and aligning it with himself. It was a process he went about without haste, for it also served to draw his full focus and calm his mind.

It was only now, as Caster pondered his own next move, that the elderly Master finally emerged from a side-passage, returning up to the living-space that his Servant had prepared. Sprinkled thoroughly with sweat and soot, it was clear that he, too, had been hard at work.

[color=c73016]"I appreciate the arrangements you've made here, Caster."[/color] The old man made an effort to smile. Even if he was used to residing in a different space, he still felt it was right to respond to the young king's kindness. And besides, his stamina wasn't was it had once been...

The magus settled down into a chair. Although the higher levels of the bunker had not been closely aligned with his own magecraft, he could nonetheless take comfort here thanks to Caster's efforts, as well as his own work to conceal this base from the outside.

[color=c73016]"I've gotten word from my Elves."[/color] Tómas was clearly a bit tired, but went on, [color=c73016]"A battle has broken out, in broad daylight."[/color]

He raised a hand, as if to hold back any outburst that might lead to his Servant rushing out to battle.

[color=c73016]"It's better not to take action directly, here. Those who oversee the War should be moving to keep this matter under control. If we took part in battle now, we would only add to the chaos. It will be better to observe. However..."[/color]

Tómas' expression was slightly pained. He was plagued with uncertainty, or so it seemed.

[color=c73016]"...If the townspeople find themselves in the line of fire, I won't hold you back, Caster."[/color]

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[@Letter Bee]