Giorgio Armadi
[Copenhagen, Fuyuki City]
@TurboshitterGiorgio hadn’t ever seen a woman drink as much as Berserker had in his lifetime. Well, perhaps it would be worth mentioning that Giorgio had also never seen someone in his entire lifetime drink as his Servant had, male, female, or otherwise [?]. But, that was to be expected from a Servant, as well as a Queen of what was a warrior women tribe, though her mannerisms seemed much more masculine than the typical vision of femininity.
Berserker would simply drink the wine as if it was water. Giorgio, on the other hand, would prefer to enjoy his wine, drinking it slowly and methodically, enjoying the consistency of the flavor over the alcohol itself. Giorgio was one to love life and its pleasures, but he was the sort to enjoy his pleasures slowly rather than instantaneously. A lover of the arts. Therefore, If someone was to ask Giorgio how pieces of bread he had in his life, he could equate this to the number 11,431.
But even so, Giorgio didn’t exactly think that enjoying something instantaneously was exactly the wrong way to enjoy something. Simply put, if one was having fun, then their process of enjoyment was not wrong. He still believed his way was superior to others, methodical and enjoying every aspect of an instance, but would not exactly say someone’s methodism were incorrect. Unless they were being stupid.
To say the least though, Giorgio was enjoying his time in the bar. Speaking frivolous nothings to the bartender and his Servant was in a way an interesting instance of being. Perhaps instead of being a man for war, Giorgio more or less preferred to enjoy himself. Winning the war was inconsequential, and perhaps he would not even make the effort to do so had his Servant not said they wished to win.
Perhaps Giorgio would have preferred to continue his enjoyment.
Perhaps Giorgio could simply wait and see the war, tasting the enjoyments this backwater town had to offer.
Perhaps, under normal circumstances, Giorgio would have ignored a certain message which seemed to appear as if a carrier pigeon had sent him a note.
Battles were beautiful in their own right, but the effort-to-payoff ratio seemed a bit skewed. In the end, a battle between a Servant, as heroic spirits, was an epic tale not too unlike the iliad, ironically enough.
But these were merely hypotheticals. Eventually, just as a stand user attracts other stand users, Masters attracted other Masters, and the battles to decide the Grail War’s victor would be fought regardless.
But to Giorgio there was a certain aspect of the note which Giorgio took offense to.
It stated that a magus of the Clocktower, Seyrun-i Lhu ri Viathan, was calling for a large compendium of magical and mundane items. While the time it would arrive was unknown, the only way into Fuyuki was through the docks.
Seyrun-i Lhu ri Viathan. A name and face Giorgio remembered from earlier. Perhaps Berserker would also recognize the name.
“Oi, Zerker, what do you say to a little ‘raid’. I think I’m a little pissed off and I want to blow off some steam. I’m gonna teach that wench some manners. I ain’t one to be trifled with.” Though Giorgio didn’t have a lot of things that annoyed him, one of these things were those who didn’t tell the truth. Even if this “Seyrun” person was a Master in the war, the least they could do is say hi as a fellow magus. To look down on Giorgio by disregarding him and running off to god knows where was a bit of an annoyance to Giorgio and needed to be punished. Sort of like how if a gangster passes through a territory belonging to a rival you must first ask permission.
Similarly, Giorgio wanted to visit the Second Owner of Fuyuki and the leader of the crime organizations for similar reasons to this. But to simply disregard Giorgio’s existence was something he took personally.
Giorgio was normally a rather kind-hearted person who enjoyed glamour and fun, but even someone who was respectful and kind has their own triggers, as it were. And to Giorgio, Seyrun disregarding his existence seemed to be a bit of a irksome existence. Rather than the kind, often humbled Giorgio, Berserker seemed to now be talking to a mob boss or something akin to that.
It was not that he wished to kill Seyrun. After all, simply ignoring someone was not reason enough to do this sort of act. However, Giorgio would be lying if he didn’t say he wanted to destroy, or better yet steal whatever was being shipped over.
“I want to take whatever this person is sending over. If not we can just destroy it." 
