[h1][color=Deepskyblue]Charles Dorvain[/color][/h1]

[color=Deepskyblue]"That . . . is an excellent question."[/color] Charles said, paying little heed to the knife-twirling child as he once again focused his attention, hard as that was to do, on how to keep said child from getting bored, as he had a feeling that a bored assassin would be a very dangerous assassin. [color=Deepskyblue]'Normally, I'd tell her to entertain herself, but given how she might go about doing that . . . problems could occur. I only now realize I didn't specify how off-limits civilians were so, if this one is off a mind to, torture would be within the bounds of law. Not her first instinct, but I'd rather not give her time to think on that. Think, Charles, think. What could you do to hold her attention till the next day?'[/color] Charles would sit down on the bed again, staring out at nothing as he tried to come up with an effective strategy, going over multiple plans in his head for a couple moments before he settled for going with the obvious one.

[color=Deepskyblue]"Okay Jack, listen carefully. I'm going to go to bed in a bed so that I can be as rested as possible for tonight. While I'm asleep, I want you to go out and scout out the area around the hotel, possibly even look through a few windows if you feel a servant nearby and believe you can get a glance at their master. Be careful though, and remember, no engagements, only recon."[/color] He paused for a moment to make sure that this sank in for a bit before continuing on, giving a slight stretch as he did so, a bit of exhaustion flowing through him as he did so. It seemed the jet lag was still effecting him a bit as he tried to get use to being in a different timezone. [color=Deepskyblue]"After you've felt like you've collected a good amount of info, come back here. I'll leave a window open for you to sneak back in, and if I haven't waken up by then, you should rest as well. Even if you don't need to sleep, it's always good to rest . . *yawn* . . rest for a bit."[/color]

Charles rubbed his eyes a bit before he leaned back into the bed, giving Jack a slight pat on the head and ruffling her head a bit like his father had often done to him when he sent the young Dorvain off on an errand. [color=Deepskyblue]'Hopefully, she'll be more . . . effective than I usually was.'[/color]

[color=Deepskyblue]"If you do a good job, I'll get you a . . *yawn* . . present or . . . something . . ."[/color] And then Charles was out like a light, laying spread out like an eagle, leaving Jack to do as he commanded . . . or whatever she felt like. He was asleep, so how was he supposed to know.

[h1][color=lightslategray]Goro Nyudo Masamune[/color][/h1]

[color=lightslategray]". . . Hmmmmmm."[/color]

As the light faded, a lone man stood in the center of the circle, a man dressed in a somewhat loose-fitting kimono, his long dark hair mostly tied in a long ponytail that ran down to the small of his back. The cold icy blue of his eyes bore into the man before him, seeming to stare into their very being before he turned his gaze to the blade before him. Reaching down to pick it up, he gazed at his work with a faint grin on his face, taking a moment to bask in it's presence. He tested the weight of the blade, slashing it this way and that, listening to the sharp song as the blade cut through the air with a sense of satisfaction, before he returned the blade to it's waiting sheath by his side. 

[color=lightslategray]"So. . . you're to be my master in this foolish conflict for the Grail."[/color] Goro spoke in a soft, yet demanding tone, his head rising to look at the elderly mage with a neutral look, seeming to have yet to make an opinion of him yet. [color=lightslategray]"I must admit that I was expecting someone much . . . younger to participate in such bloody business. Wars like this are usually fought by the young and foolhardy, so if you are not young . . ."[/color]

He let the sentence go unfinished, knowing his master would understand, and if he didn't, then he only further proved the smith's point. Taking a look around at the landscape around him, Goro couldn't help but feel impressed by the simple majesty of the lands around him, so different than that of his homeland, so much more . . . primal, in a way. The rolling of the hills, the crags of the mountains in the distance, it filled him with a sense of inspiration. His fingers began to drum against his sides, eager to get back to work after centuries of disuse. However, he had this annoying business to deal with before he could begin such a pleasure.

[color=lightslategray]"So, my Master, my name is Goro Nyudo Masamune, the greatest smith to ever come out of Japan, and my class is that of Saber."[/color] He gives the slightest of bows to the elderly man before him before continuing to speak. [color=lightslategray]"Now, what might you're name be?"[/color]