[h1][b][color=indianred]Hector Cavala[/color][/b][/h1]

Hector gave Solovei an interrogative look, taking all of his Servant's features into account. From the look of it, Solovei was probably the fifth-most obnoxiously-dressed person Hector had worked with. The feathers and bird feet were going to be problematic, but that was something Hector could work with. All in all, Solovei looked like a better investment than the last bird-themed criminal Hector had hired.

[color=indianred]"Yeah, you got it. Hey, you got that 'Knowledge' thing, right?"[/color] Hector pushed about 1000¥ in assorted coins into Solovei's hands. [color=indianred]"There's a Seven Eleven across the street from here. Can't miss it, it's got a sign with a '7' and an '11' on it. Buy me some smokes and a Diet Coke. The clerk doesn't know English and I don't know Japanese, so I gotta use you. Do this, come back, and we'll talk about this Grail shit."[/color]

Hector gave Solovei a reassuring pat on the shoulder and diligently set to smudging the chalk runes away. People generally didn't respond well to finding runes in their bathroom, or at least Hector didn't. He assumed other people didn't like them either.

[color=indianred]"Oh, and before I forget,"[/color] Hector said. [color=indianred]"I don't want nobody knowing I'm with you, so you're gonna keep it subtle and [i]legal[/i]. Got it? I know you can do it!"[/color]