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[bloodings]

this stupid mission is annoying.

they arent even feeding us properly. seriously who the hell runs an army like this? i could eat ten times what i have already. a knight like me shouldnt have to scavenge.

just waiting is a bore, so tell me something interesting. its fine if its trivial, but if its boring, you owe me a meal.

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[bloodings]

[ He's not wrong — getting to choose your Master is a rare thing for a Servant. Rarer still to be given time to think on it. But whereas Achilles will no doubt find a worthier Master than the one he had, Mordred knows she'll struggle to do the same. That's her own concern, though.

She gazes out at the district below them. The class divide is more obvious than ever up here, the rich buildings a far cry from those on the outskirts of the city. There's less filth, and more pointless extravagance, the kind that only comes with more money than sense. ]

Getting in will be easy. We'll take spirit form.

[ She doesn't fear a commotion, or even getting caught, but it's like she said: avoid getting common folk involved. Stealing is one thing. Cutting the throat of a guard who happens to get in their way is another. ]

Getting out will be the hard part. We can't carry things like that... so either we eat our fill inside, or we find an exit. [ She grins. ] Or make one. Some broken windows won't attract too much attention. At the very least, we'll take the best of the wine with us.

[chariotry]

[ He's partly disappointed that breaking into a house will be so easy for them, but he's not about to suggest they do anything unnecessary. The simplest way of going about things is usually the most strategic, and he's far too experienced to do otherwise for the sake of a better thrill.

So he nods, smirking slightly. ]

Better to bring the food with us so you have something to eat tomorrow. You're going to need a lot of it.

I've never had to practice stealth before, so this will be an interesting challenge. [ Moving over to the edge of the roof, he'll crouch low, bracing an arm over his knee as he gazes through the distance. ]

How high are you willing to set your sights? It wouldn't take us long to reach the Palace of Versailles if we wanted.