[h2]Saber[/h2]

With her Master's prompting, Saber immediately set about emptying the drawers. Each outfit was examined, neatly folded, and placed upon the bed in turn. For the black-haired had no intention of making a decision for herself. While certainly, she was not lacking in independence, this particular matter was tied to her desire to be of service. One who serves a Master must be presented in a way that is of benefit to that Master. Her manner of dress would reflect on her Master, would it not? Certainly, her nature would not be exposed in public, but at the same time she was still serving her Master and therefore it was only appropriate for her to be dressed in a way that was under her Master's consideration. This was, Saber felt, a basic portion of her services.

So, once every single drawer was completely, totally empty, and all the clothing was neatly laid out and folded on the bed, Saber turned towards her Master.

"Kishinami-dono," she began, "While in most circumstances my clothing would be determined by my own decisions, it is important that I reflect well upon you. Please, select my manner of dress."

[h2]Fio Mal-Rai[/h2]

Well, this was uneventful. It seemed most of the Masters had guessed that engagement on the first night was not the best idea, at least where they could potentially be seen. Fio couldn't really complain, she had figured all of this into her plan. The entire reason she took these routes was [i]because[/i] they were covered. But still, she could have at least seen something fishy on the way to the bookstore. Some kind of lead towards the other Masters. But no, aside from sparse civilians, there was nothing in particular that seemed out of the mundane, ordinary-...

Wait.

Fio stood rigid for moment, then slowly turned towards her right. There, in the darkness of the alleyway, there was the faintest of glows, a barely-present light that was perceptible only to a magus. There. That was her lead. Without hesitation, she sprinted into the alleyway, coming to a halt only when she drew close enough to identify the glow. It was a sigil, a circle encoding the processes of some form of thaumaturgy inscribed on the brick wall. Narrowing her eyes, Fio knelt down beside it. Certainly, no-one would place such a thing without some sort of intent behind it, and it was unlikely any magus but one of the Masters here would attempt such a thing. However... what kind of magecraft [i]was[/i] this? Her attempts at analysis ended in failure. Something about this sigil was strange, strange in a way that Fio did not like.

"... Caster, can you identify this? There's something strange about it, I can't determine what the magus who inscribed it was attempting."