For a Servant, Achilles is known to be pretty laid-back. Relaxed and generally easy going until something gets his blood pumping. But no such thing had happened yet in recent memory, so the legendary hero took it upon himself to find excitement. Although he would much prefer a straight up fight, no mortal man could ever hope to defeat him. With that out of the question, he found himself lingering in a quaint little bar.
While unfortunately cursed to forever be immune to alcohol’s dizzying effects, he could at least have someone else take the pleasure. “Buy you a drink?” he gingerly asked the dark haired woman, suddenly establishing himself in her vicinity.
“Oh, don’t think of it much. Drinking alone just isn’t my thing, so I thought I’d grace you with my company.”