[center][color=40e0d0][h2]Seyrun Leviathan[/h2][/color][/center]
[color=40e0d0]"Well then, we may discuss this once more when the chance arises."[/color] Seyrun sounded a bit disappointed with the Einzbern's reply to her approach, but let it go. More over she tried not to show it on her face that having her plans shut down was a thing she wasn't expecting in the least.

Fortunately Seyrun's servant seem to have read her mind and provided Seyrun with a quick and relatively painless way away from the Einzbern's glacier like gaze. [color=40e0d0]"My, my, you don't need to be so hasty. It's not like I'm going to go anywhere and leave you behind."[/color] Seyrun's voice as soft as always when her Servant found a place for the two of them to sit at. Suspiciously away from everyone else and at the same time with a good enough view from the entrance.

Perhaps the fox girl wanted to wait for someone else? A related Heroic Spirit, maybe?

At the long waited revelation of her own Servant's name, Seyrun put out a faint smile and, once again petted the fox girl's head. [color=40e0d0]"Tama-mo-Nomae, huh? That sure is a distinguished name. I'm sure that I summoned the best of the Heroic Spirits."[/color] She didn't wanted to admit it, but Seyrun hadn't the least idea of even how to spell her Servant's name.

Thankfully there was a much simpler way to acquire information on the days of the 21st century. While her tutor once had to take a case of books and other material's with him, Seyrun just needed to place her hand on her pocket and draw a hand sized tablet of silicon and glass, flick it on and let the internet do its "magic".

[color=40e0d0]"Ah, I see, it's Tamamo-no-mae. Your life certainly seems like a colorful one."[/color] Seyrun said after a quick read of the summary of Tamamo's life. [color=40e0d0]"You don't need to worry about that though. I'm here for you now. To answer your fist question, Tama... may I call you this, right?"[/color] Seyrun paused for a moment to confirm Tamamo's reaction to the sudden pet name. [color=40e0d0]"I'm Seyrun Leviathan, last heiress of the Leviathan Household, from Norway and pupil to Lord El-Meloi II of the London's Clock Tower. But, these are all technicalities about the past that will hardly have any influence here..."[/color] Seyrun's eyes darted to the Einzbern, before getting back to Tamamo.

[color=40e0d0]"As of this moment, I'm only Seyrun Leviathan, the one who summoned you, Tama, to this world. That should be the basis upon which our future relationship is built, right?"[/color] Seyrun bend forward, picking a bottle of wine and placing two cups before her an Tamamo. [color=40e0d0]"Now then, why don't we take this chance and strengthen our bonds just a bit?"[/color]

[center][color=00ff7f][h2]Atalanta[/h2][/color][/center]
Atalanta kept on eating despite the numerous eyes turned to her. It wasn't like she was being a complete savage to begin with. In fact, vigorous eating was supposed to be an exalted trait among Heroic Spirits, most of who were being from times of yore, from ages when only those who deserved it could feast to their hearts' contents. Perhaps the pampered humans from today wouldn't understand it, but for those who still recalled the past, famine and plague were very real things.

Soon enough, Atalanta's attention was shifted from her eating by a much more attractive subject. The sweet smell of caramelized apples being almost like a lure to Atalanta's sharp scent. [color=00ff7f]"What's that pi thing, Keisuke? You better not be talking about those Athenians, I don't understand any of their witchery."[/color] Came Atalanta's unexpected reply to Keisuke's offer, even though she followed suit with his suggestion and dislodged herself from the boar table, leaving about half of it unfinished, to follow him.

However, before she could leave, a large man came to her, holding a bottle of wine and a cup, while talking about she passing on the drinks. [color=00ff7f]"Hmm.. for a moment I though it was him, but that pelt is not a lion's after all. The smell is different too."[/color] In fact, where not for the difference in the pelts they wore over their shoulders, that Heroic Spirit and Heracles would be nearly impossible to tell apart, for anyone not acquainted with them personally, such as Atalanta actually was.

Either way, Keisuke was getting away and so were that apple pi he talked about, which was something Atalanta couldn't let go. [color=00ff7f]"I'm Atalanta, Princess of Arcadia an a Virgin Huntress of my goddess Artemis. The bounty of the earth is all I need to sustain myself. However, I'll accept your offer to celebrate our allegiance on this expedition."[/color] Atalanta took the cup from the other Heroic Spirit's hand and drained its contents in a single breath, before returning it to him, like warriors used to do on old times. The only shame was that it wasn't a proper vessel for this kind of nigh ceremonial drinking, such as a drinking horn. That was a point were modern utensils fell short of a legend's expectations.

[color=00ff7f]"We shall talk on a better opportunity."[/color] Atalanta said after waiting for the other warrior's reply. [color=00ff7f]"For the time being, I shall reunite with my Master. You are welcome to join us if you and your Master so do wish. Otherwise, I bid you farewell."[/color] Atalanta was curt in her parting and soon enough she was sitting by Keisuke's side, looking him in the eyes as if waiting for something.

[center][color=daa520][h2]Diarmuid Ua Duibhne[/h2][/color][/center]
Diarmuid still waited for the reply from the girl that approached him however, another Servant came in short succession. This one was in fact of a gorgeous, yet modest beauty, very unlike the childish features of the black-haired girl before Lancer. However, there was something in that newcomer's eyes that made Diarmuid faintly recall Grainne. Was he fated to meet women with such complicate personalities? To say the least.

Nevertheless,  the proposal she spoke off was caught Diarmuid's attention immediately. For his whole life he sought of a way to break his curse, but never was successful. He knew that there would be bound to have the means to, but to have one just there in front of him was something Diarmuid hardly believed in.

Yet, no matter how tempting that was, there's still a problem. [color=daa520]"I appreciate your offer, milady. And I surely don't doubt your skills for I know that there are Heroic Spirits able to do so. However, may I ask why is it that you propose to lend such help to someone you just met?"[/color]