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[steelminded]

[ Tohsaka was hurt.

Tohsaka was hurt because of him. Or at least, that's how he interpreted it as. But with him being someone who is selfless to a fault, this reaction is only normal whenever he sees someone close to him hurt. Therefore, upon her request to take a leave in order to procure something, he sets off towards the Station with the intent of finding her a gift as well as some more tools for the house. Of course, he doesn't really know that any appliances within the Station will only work inside the fairy ring, but anywhere is better than nowhere for him, so he kept trudging on regardless, unaware of the going ons that's happening throught Drabwurld right now.

Still, it can get kind of lonely, just trudging through the landscape alone, so he decided to use the locket that was given in order to communicate. A spoken company is better than none, after all. ]

Uh, hey everyone, Shirou here. [ Well, that was a smooth introduction, but he pushes on anyways. ]

I have a question for some of you that has the time to answer this: What kind of sword suits a headstrong lady who tries to look elegant while being a brute at the same time?

[ For all he knows, Tohsaka seemed to be interested in swordfighting now, and with all his concern, he hadn't really thought about how bad giving Tohsaka a real sword would be. Therefore, this question. ]

Yeah, uh, that's all for today, I guess. Thanks for your time.

[ With that politeness out of the way, he's going to just close the locket. ]

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[red_branch]

[Popping up on the locket, Lancer glanced over a map off-screen, jotting things onto it with charcoal. He realized he might have turned on the locket too soon, pausing in what he was writing so he could look up. Seated in the middle of a lush, green plain, he conducted himself with an immense air of boredom that bordered on slowly falling asleep to one's complete and mortal end. He was impatient, though fortunately, it hadn't quite shown, yet. He simply looked tired.]

Alright, so... It's been pretty slow out in the fields. Courtesy to you, Princess Grainne, your hunch wasn't entirely incorrect. It's an issue of what defines an army, I think--which is where I should drop some information:

[He pulled up his map a little to look it over, but it was largely still out of sight of the camera. The only indication he was reading something had been the rustling of the fabric he carried.]

I've found a few camps in a location I'm not going to name or describe quite yet, if only because it wouldn't be fair those of us who don't do odd things like reporting to both sides.

[There was a dismissive wave of the hand. Lancer didn't really care on a moral basis--this was just a competition to him. Still, he didn't like to waste chances when it came to allies. He was bent out of shape about something and wanted to fix a few problems to alleviate that.]

The long and short of it is, I had a fun time watching ambitious hunters get turned into woodland creatures during the hunt and I think you all may be due for some education.

If anyone's willing, I'd like to use this chance to teach you folks how to sneak around and do a little spying and if we fish up anything that sounds dangerous, maybe turn this into a skirmish to take or secure territory for ourselves.

(OOC: The area in question is the southern border of Dorchadas(Caer Scima's main territory. Think Cathraon's northern side!))