[h2]Svetleaze von Einzbern[/h2]

As the homunculus lead her Servant towards the cafeteria, some unknown Master ran up and started babbling. It was honestly quite irritating--why should Svetleaze know of some useless family just because of their use of jewellery? The Einzbern already knew a far greater practitioner of such arts if the need arose and, in less pressing circumstances, the Tohsaka would otherwise suffice. Of course, the white-haired girl showed none of her irritation nor ignorance, affecting an interested mask. 

Naturally, whilst trying to work out some way of extricating herself from this conversation.

"On the matter of teams and of jewellery, I believe that you would be best served by asking an audience with Master Schweinorg. I cannot claim to know how we are to proceed from here," Svetleaze said, stepping foot into the cafeteria and promptly losing her Servant... until he returned with a rack of meat, whilst she settled for a simpler bowl of soup.

"It would be difficult to supply much large game to the middle of an ocean, Kintoki."

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[h2]Medea[/h2]

That her Master was showing her some respect was immediately undermined by [i]something[/i] latching onto Caster at speed. Far too low a speed to be damaging, which was good for the child in question, but still enough to knock off the hood. [i]Then[/i] Athena completely lost her, the babble of words failing to convey any meaningful information to the Caster. So she stood for a few seconds, trying to work out what to do with a child attached to her hip.

Then Setanta came over and made everything simple. A witch, was she? Based on no information at all? There was no reason that he should know better than to call her that... but that was also no reason to let him go completely freely.

"Perhaps your Master appreciates even other Servants to you? She came over awfully fast."