Richard Montag
From Downtown to Historical District
If there was a word to describe the company of Saber, it would have to be; Refreshing. There was a boundless enthusiasm and energy that assured Richard there would be nothing wrong with this war, and that complimented his own casual confidence remarkably well. He had to suppose it did the same for Saber, given Richard wouldn't have to think hard to postulate how most Master's wouldn't think kindly on their Servant acting as handymen and hired muscle for every Tom, Dick, and Jane who passes them by.
He wasn't one to turn down the good karma for small deeds, so it worked out well for everyone.
The only one who wasn't blessed by their union was the poor salesmen who sold them the minivan they now drove from their base of operations, a weathered old machine that was still in working order. Seeing the haggling skills of a heroic spirit from times where barter was a more common form of exchange is nothing if not fascinating.
"I could back a currency with your promises Saber. Good to know this'll be a cheery outing around town." Richard declared from the passenger seat, assured that his Servant was the more adept driver out of the two as they cruised from the downtown area through the Historical District, their route aiming for the forest but not at any great speed.
"Seems someone has already responded to that earlier challenge, so let's take our time and see if we can pick up anyone moving about towards it. Would certainly be easier talking in pairs then in a mosh pit." Richard said, peering out the window with peculiar intensity, his glasses oscillating between various spectrum of light to try and detect anything that might signal conflict or bizarre passage. So far they hadn't discovered anything amidst the Historical District, but they weren't doing anything to conceal themselves either, so perhaps another Master and Servant would find them first.