"I am only expecting you to be doing what I have asked, and what I will ask of you using my command spells.
Now then, I believe I've yet to introduce myself. I'm Free."
"I need not more than that.
After all, Fenrir โ the bird that was here previously and my Familiar โ has been spying on you for the past two nights.
I know of your rivalry, and you're arrogant enough to not allow another to get an upper hand on you, yes?"
โ FWAHAHAHAHA!
Me? Running errands for some little whelp who canโt handle his own job?
Surely youโve a better proposal than just making me your lapdog. โ
"Occasionally, I shall send you out to fill in for me.
This would help alleviate my own stress and the stress of my allies.
That is all I require from you."
"Indeed."
I raise my hand.
"Fenrir, if you would be so kind."
The bird appeared for a split second, extinguishing the flame and equipping my burnt hand with a glove.
"I, for one, highly doubt you have a Master, which brings me to my offer."
= = >
"Simply put, my current job doesn't allow for much flexibility. Often I am required to be in too many places at one precise moment.
Being an advisor, I must also take time away from any battlefield in order to give orders. This is where you come in."
= = >
"I've risked far more in my life, an arm is the least of my concern."
The heat grows uncomfortable, my mind is screaming at me to let go and yield.
This is nothing I can't handle. I force my hand to remain where it is.
"You are a Servant, correct?"
The air, once merely warm, begins to burn like molten iron around his hand.
โ Then get off of me and say what you want.
Youโre wasting time and risking your arm by playing games like this. โ
I place my hand on her shoulder.
"Physically โ yes, but anyone with a modicum of knowledge would know otherwise.
I've had my fair share of encounters. I can tell one from the other, even if just slightly."
โ Haa? Refusing to answer my question AND turning it back on me.
Pain in my ass.
Shall I get behind the counter and serve you a drink while I answer? โ
" . . . "
My senses fire off, whether it be out of fear, caution or any other emotion โ such knowledge isn't known to myself.
I sit down next to her, waving down one of the bartenders for a drink.
"Weather's been quite unpredictable lately. It's quite irritating."
One of the patrons is radiating an unusual aura.
Clad in black, the very air around her seems to crackle with invisible fire.
After a moment, the two of you lock eyes, the woman having noticed your observation.
@TALENT_THIEF "Hmm, I see."
The next logical question.
"Considering you so boldly revealed your True Name to me, I'm assuming you're here to form a contract?"
@TALENT_THIEF "Ah?"
If my memory serves me right, Goemon is a ninja from the 1500s. If what he says is true, then he's a Servant.
"How bold of you, to reveal yourself to someone you barely know."