Richard Montag - Babylonia
It was comparable to being an insect under the microscope when before Gilgamesh's gaze, and if they had been lacking Servants of their own, Richard was of the opinion that nothing the Magi would have said could have convinced the King of Heroes they were worth his time. He found it fortunate then that the Gold clad Servant took an interest in the King of Knights and Lancelot, making him sufficiently motivated to cooperate with the search.
Though he is surprisingly knowledgeable about the Grails we seek. For that matter, the priest is apparently familiar with Gilgamesh as well. I'm not one for tardiness, but it is difficult to shake the suspicion I've arrived very late to the party. Richard thought, a touch glum even as he turned on his heel and followed after the group departing from the temple. Oddly enough the green haired golem was drawing a sizeable following, with Atalanta hounding him for tales of hunts gone by and the two English knights caught in conversation with him. Seeing as how approaching the King of Heroes directly might be something of an insult, Richard trotted down to the nearest soldier and opened up dialogue not preceded with a stampeding Berserker.
"Hello. We shall be serving your King in restoring Uruk, so could you tell me whom has dared to assail your lands? Have the neighbors grown greedy for the splendor behind your walls or have foreign invaders come from over the horizon?"
Tamamo No Mae - Scandinavia
The Vulpine Servant nodded in understanding, both the words of Siegfried and the unspoken guidance of her Master. She was curious if Seyrun meant what Tamamo thinks she meant, as asking a concubine to
entertain someone with their skills could mean anything from amaze them with her first rate education to distracting them with an
accidental fall into his arms that just so happened to coincide with a revealing yet tasteful wardrobe malfunction. There certainly was no interest in the latter option with anyone outside her Master, and once she caught on to the gentle ribbing she was receiving, Tama was certain of her course of action.
I am never leaving this man alone with my Master. Tamamo thought behind a wide, inviting smile aimed at the German legend and walked close to his side, as though she could reach out and entwine her arms with his...or introduce him to the ultimate technique in monogamous justice were he to start acting untoward with her Master.
Her smile wavered a hair when the ancient man hobbled his way to the front and endeavored to keep pace with the monument to German virility. This was something of an amusing sight, had Tamamo not the nose to detect the radiance of odor wafting from him or the ears to detect the chattering of each insect on his person. Under different circumstances she'd have advised a hot bath and insecticide in a hermitage far from her presence, but with present company, Walgrave was the perfect buffer to keep Siegfried occupied on his other flank once she settled on Saber's right side.
"Weren't you listening? He just said he didn't see what summoned him, so of course he only saw the Lancer....though I suppose that could mean there is another Caster or Assassin about. With mist like this it would be ripe for them." Tamamo interceded and turned her head upwards with a hand cupping her chin, her face turning contemplative while her ears strained to detect what her eyes missed. It never hurt to be careful when at the front of the group, after all.
Margarita Reynard - Scandinavia
Were she not holding someone with the mental outlook of a child, Margarita would have sworn a violent litany at the mere mention of the pyromaniac enforcer. If she a euro for every fledgling enforcer who came to her with the very same response and then immediately afterwards set themselves and several others ablaze, Margarita could buy her way to a Noble Color!
That everyone present showed themselves to be a capable enough sort was adequate to keep herself from bristling, and Caster's endearing present helped in that regard as well, but she would be wary of any over inflated egos among the party. Falling into the middle of the group, Margarita had little of interest to contribute to either Shakespeare or Siegfried. While she could certainly appreciate Saber's rugged looks, there were times and places for such things and they weren't likely to be any in future.
As for Shakespeare, well, Margarita may not be as well read as everyone assumed an seasoned woman like herself to be, but her tastes in classical literature was settled squarely within the borders of her homeland. She's sooner indulge in
Candide then pick up
Romeo and Juliet.
It did not escape her notice when a lumbering Berserker drifted through the group, his fur wrapped frame tense and skittish in ways that set the Enforcer on edge. While he did pass by without a word, Margarita could not help but snort at his disdain for the demon summoning child nestled in her arm. Apparently undead raising Valkyrie, Foxy witches, and chimera hound using magi were not deserving of contempt, but the creative Faust was.
"Edeltaud, keep your eyes open." She said, eyes pointedly flickering between the demon and Sinfjotli. The last thing Margarita needed was a Berserker under Madness Enhancement gunning for her if his Master wasn't around to rein it in.
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