Arwyn Cadfael Penrith
16th of December, 2004
Einzbern Baths
Morning (Phase 2-1)
To call the room that Arwyn just stepped in a mere “bathroom” would probably be a gross understatement. White marble was everywhere and detailed engravings of lilies and other flowers were etched deep into its surface as if sculpted by an almost inhuman hand. Arwyn could make out a number of washbasins and showers in the far end of the room but… well, the massive Roman-style bath that took up most of the room clearly stole the show. Honestly, it was hard to even call it a bath anymore, as a “hot pool” was probably a more apt moniker at this scale. Exactly how rich were these people? This entire palace, for the lack of a better word, was massive and London… well, London wasn’t exactly cheap real estate as things went. And this bath…
It all almost seemed to indicate that… In any case, they seemed to be richer then anyone else you had ever seen at least.
“Oh?”
Arwyn’s eyes were drawn to the baths and the two figures seated in it.
The first one, a green-haired man, was a familiar sight to Arwyn. It was Saver, the strange Servant of the White faction with whom Saber had clashed yesterday in the forest. Your first reaction would have been confusion at seeing a spirit enjoying a bath, but after some further thought, it wasn’t really that unusual. Servants were humans in the past, after all. It wouldn’t be surprising to see them retain the habits and enjoyments they had during life. Though… judging from his expression, Saver seemed to be far more somber this morning then he was last night.
“Aah, Saber’s Master. Good morning.”
“... I see. So he was the one you were talking about, Saver.”
“...mhm.”
The other man, however, seemed to be a complete stranger. Dark hair, a small stubble... in contrast to Saver, who seemed quite outlandish, this man seemed far more ordinary in his appearance. Well, that would be if it wasn’t for two things. Firstly, the number of scars that you could make out on his body. Clearly, whoever he was, he had seen his share of fighting. And secondly… that look in his eyes. It wasn’t completely devoid of emotion and calling it heartless would have probably been incorrect, but… there was a sharpness there sent shivers down your back. Rather than lack of emotion, it was more like a lack of… hesitation?
For some reason, the image of cold steel flickered in your mind for a second.
“Mr. Penrith, right? I have to say, I was quite surprised when I heard that Ilya brought home a Crown Prosecutor of all things, but...”
A smile appeared on the man’s face. It was polite if nothing else.
“In any case, my name is Emiya Kiritsugu. I’m Ilyasviel’s father.”
“You seem to have built up a fair amount of sweat from your training, so feel free to join us.”
The man, Kiritsugu, gestured at the huge bath.
“There is plenty of space after all.”
Saber of White (?)
16th of December, 2004
Dining Hall
Morning (Phase 2-1)
Guided by Leysritt, Saber made her way into the dining hall.
The table in the middle of the room was surprisingly small, all things considered, clearly meant for no more than ten people. Plates and silverware rested on the table, with elegantly folded red serviettes resting on the white dishes. Based on the spotless clean plates, you most likely the first one to arrive for breakfast. Then again maybe the maids here wouldn’t really leave used dishes lying around.
As Saber stood alone in the middle of the room Leysritt vanished out of the back door for a brief moment, before returning with a rather large looking metal trolley, loaded with a veritable mountain of different breakfast items. Judging from its appearance, you wouldn’t be surprised if the cart was actually carrying a full continental breakfast on its surface. A moment later, the trolly came to a rather shaky stop next to the table.
Leysritt pointed towards one of the seats at the far end of the table.
“...mhm…. Time to eat.”
Meanwhile, Saber could make out half of a white-haired head pop out from behind the open doorframe.
Crimson eyes peered at the raven-haired swordmaster with an almost exuberant curiosity.
“Ara?”
“Arararararararara?”
Eh? Why did a shiver just run down your back?