Rostam peered around the strange shrine with curiosity, eyeing the cross and the long rows of pews that filled the sanctuary. His eyes eventually made their way to Ruler. He admired the man's fine garb and aristocratic demeanor, wondering if he was the high cleric here, or if Ruler had simply commandeered this place of worship for the sake of the war.
Following close behind his Master Rostam towered over Ruler, stepping aside only to make way for the small scurrying human looking thing that followed them in to present its own questions. Rostam made a low noise of displeasure as it walked in front of them, beating his Master to the punch of getting answers from the official.
As his Master stepped forward and made her request, Rostam nodded solemnly.
"My Master requests formal audience with you without the ear of this lowly familiar." He rumbled, his voice proud, but not quite arrogant.
"She is one who has the support of I, Rostam, the Chosen of Ohrmazd. You would do great honor to me, and Ohrmazd to accept!"
Alex shook his head slowly at the request Archer had made.
No, I do not wish to try Rulers patience by sending out my Servant while I use his sanctuary as a cover. We will go and you may return here to observe the other Servants, and pick through the survivors as you please. Ruler was repeating himself now, going over the basic rules with the two newcomers, one of whom, a literal giant, had made Alex step quickly back into the pew rows at his alarming materialization. He looked up at the creature now, a walking mountain of muscle and steel, and read his formidable parameters with some dismay.
This one has high ranks in strength and endurance. His speed is average. I would guess he is some kind of famous monster. If you could put an arrow through his eye after some battle, I would call it wise. Giving a quick nod to Ruler, and skirting a wide circle around the legs of the giant warrior, Alex quietly stepped from the Church, gesturing Archer to follow.
He emerged from the Church, scanning the surrounding area for potential ambushers or discrete spying familiars.
Away to the east he could feel the prana of the two combating Berserkers ebbing away into nothing. Moving quickly, wasting no time in getting away from the church he gestured towards the sky where a few of his seagull familiars were gliding in slow lazy spirals. They decended, alighing on his wrist as he moved down the street.
"I will leave it to you Archer. Once I am clear of this district and you are satisfied that we have not been followed, feel free to try to hunt down one of the Berserks while they are weak from fighting. Either this, or you may return to the Church to pick out a target of your choice. Just be sure not to provoke Ruler by keeping to close."
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