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This locket's pretty nifty. [Lancer, poised on the edge of a cliff, leaned his locket against one rock as he fiddled with a cloak and brooch, trying to pin one to the other without ripping it. He kept doing it over and over so he could weather it down and make it more comfortable to wear. When he got into a good little cycle of repetition, he spoke up, again.]

So, hey--I'm curious, has anyone heard about any 'help wanted' situations in Caer Glaem? I'd ask, but I figure this little artifact's got a good reputation is folks're using it so often.

[He continued talking, returning his eyes to the cloak and brooch.]

Let's see--I'm good with a plow, I know my way around horses and spreading seed... [Said nonchalantly, examining his handiwork.]

Pretty good at preparing and serving food. I wouldn't recommend me as the cook, though. I can read and write. [Conveniently, in every language on Earth.]

I'm a really good gardener, too--on top of farming, I mean. If you like flower-arrangement and things like that, you could say I've got a real knack for it.

[Lancer, seemingly content with the work he had done with the cloak and brooch, set both aside and began folding them where they lay. He crossed his arms and grinned back at the locket.]

So, if you folks know anyone who's hiring, put in a good word for me! You can call me [A pause. Lancer definitely stopped at that, thinking through his options.] Lancer. Yeah, I'll stick with that. It's gotten to be a habit, by now.

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No.

I was not aware that you had paid any attention to my eye color before.

I'm surprised. Knowing my legend, you didn't think I'd take the extra moment to remember a woman's face?

Or, did you think I was some sort of chaste knight who would regard his enemy as genderless and be indifferent?

[There's a really awkward pause.]

I... I am not accustomed to being seen as a woman.

[No Fate Route here.]

[That was... sadly not that much of a shocker.]

--Yeah, I understand. 'Course, I don't support it.

The role you filled doesn't make sense to me.

[To anyone listening his words would have been insanely vague, but it was clear that he understood the need for Saber to play the part of a man--not that he truly could support the mindset. If one tried telling Medb not to be a Queen, they could have expected a slashed throat. If Saber were the same, then her life would have gone swimmingly and pretty successfully, he imagined.]

Cultural differences, Lancer. [Misogynistic British assholes.] And prophecy.

This... is not a conversation topic I wish to engage in.

Yeah, yeah. Understood. Still, if you wanna try out bein' a woman, just give me a ring, huh?

I wouldn't mind tutoring you. [The legend continues.]

[That, at least, gets a chuckle out of her.]

Now, now, cats and dogs do not mix well.

Come on, now, don't count me out because of that. After seeing that look in your eyes...

You will respect my wishes and turn your charm on someone who appreciates it.

Fine, fine. Still, now that you're free of that status, who's to say you've got to live that same, boring way?

I believe my words earlier were that some habits were harder to break than others.

Yeah, but I doubt anyone but you would be the ones to reinforce it.

That is true, but I have my reasons.

Brainwashing, maybe? I dunno, I never got your whole court system.

I thought society was supposed to get more refined as time passed.

Did you not pay any attention to the world around you during the Fifth? I am not entirely convinced that is true.

I got the impression that it was just as barbaric--just that wars were only happening on a few parts of the world rather than all of them.

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