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[scorchedchivalry]

For those that have unearthed remains at the behest of the Black Shuck, if you have come across those of the Seelie, I will be venturing to Caer Gleam to return them upon the evening of the Seventh. I am willing to transport those of any who can bring them to me in Daonna before my departure to the Seelie stronghold.

Should you do so, I will ensure that the Seelie are aware of whom among us honored their dead. [Since honor was a huge deal to the Seelie.]

I would appreciate being contacted beforehand so I can prepare.

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[scorchedchivalry]

The Seelie Court boasts the presence of two Lancer Servants and one magi Master. Agility is the forte of the Lancer Class.

[dragmire]

Does this master command them both?

[scorchedchivalry]

No. The Lancer with one spear is contracted to the Seelie High Queen. The Lancer with the two spears was contracted to the magi Master back in our world, but is not here. He has been given the golden cloak to wear.

[dragmire]

The cloaks. Yes, the kings seem to like earning loyalty by giving them away to anyone who shows skill. I have heard you gained one for yourself.

[He sounded amused by this, not because she was undeserving one, but because he himself had been neglected such an 'honor'. He did not desire to be a Necroveil, but it could not be denied that there were few who had fought and gained so much for the Unseelie as Ganondorf had.]

[scorchedchivalry]

That is correct. High King Reul has indeed asked me to fight at his side. I chose to accept.

I cannot speak for the Seelie and their Golden Cadre, but skill alone is not what High King Reul looks for in the Necroveil. It requires a certain understanding that is very hard to place into words. Forgive me for not being able to clarify beyond that. You are inquisitive man.

[dragmire]

I had a lifetime to know all that there could be known about my own realm, from the word of my elders and from written record. But in this land, we are as ignorant as children. To be anything less than inquisitive is to invite disaster. But if you cannot explain anymore, do not trouble yourself to try.

[scorchedchivalry]

[Saber's brow furrowed in thought.]

I believe the best I can do right now is to say that it involves an understanding that only comes through certain kinds of suffering.

[dragmire]

A suffering you are familiar with. I will not ask you to elaborate further.

[He might be the Demon King, but he knows better than to go poking at issues like that.]

[scorchedchivalry]

[Very, very smart move.]

Thank you.

Is there a reason you have taken interest in those from my world?

[dragmire]

I have fought many battles along Sir Lancelot - the Berserker. It's him I seek to understand foremost. But now that I have fought others from your world, I can see that your fellow warriors are not lacking in strength. Certainly there must be more to you than meets the eye.

[Which was not to say that he thought her weak, but he now knew she must be more than human.]

[scorchedchivalry]

My stature makes it common for those who do not know who I am to underestimate me. But I doubt there is one here who knows Sir Lancelot better than I, save the knight himself.

[dragmire]

Is that so? Perhaps you might explain why he seeks oblivion for himself. [Though that has seemed to change - it it still something of a curiosity. He's had one explanation for it, but he would see hers if she could claim to know him so well.]

[scorchedchivalry]

[If Saber had been any less, her expression would have reacted to that and betrayed how personal the answer was.]

As atonement for crimes committed against king and country.

[dragmire]

It would have to be a most grievous crime to drive him so.

[scorchedchivalry]

That would be correct.

[dragmire]

Such a pitiable man. Perhaps your influence might do him good.

[... or ill? He lets the thought linger, because he will not bother her further with questions for now.]

[scorchedchivalry]

I doubt he will associate with me any more than he absolutely must. We did not part our world on the best of terms.

[dragmire]

More the pity. Then I will not question you further on him.

[scorchedchivalry]

You are still welcome to, though if it is in regards to his current actions, I am afraid I will not be able to help much unless it is regards to reasoning.

We were once close friends.

[dragmire]

But since torn asunder. I had such a friend, once. But her betrayal severed that bond.

[scorchedchivalry]

Then we have had similar experiences.

[dragmire]

So it would seem. [Though he supposes if Lancelot betrayed his king, then that means she must have remained loyal. He does not suspect the betrayal to be of a more personal nature.]

[scorchedchivalry]

Should Lancelot become a problem, I would appreciate being informed. I may still have some influence regarding him.

[dragmire]

Naturally. I hope you will do the same.

[scorchedchivalry]

If it is not of a personal matter, I shall. And I must take my leave now and tend to the bones. I await the arrival of Mair's Seelie remains.

[Saber nodded and then closed the locket.]