@nebromancer liked for a stater
The Knight sat impatiently legs crossed over one another arms folded across her chest, right foot rhythmically kicking the underside of the table. Her Master had picked something from the odd little trinket store they’d had been too...but, with Assassin of Red seemingly on their trail the two had ducked into a cafe.
The two Servants certainly knew of each others locations - but ones intentions are always reserved till the last moment. It had been best to lay low, shot the shit, talk about utter nonsense while Assassin was in range. Now finally relenting to her ‘Masters’ call the Queen had eventually wandered away entirely unseen by the crowd. Mordred let out a sigh as the Prana signature lessened till it was eventually gone.
‘Jesus christ, that witch certainly took her sweet fucking time.’ Unheard are her words shared only between the Servant and her Master. Yet plain to all is the Knights seemingly exhausted facade as she flops face first onto the coffee table with no warning. Her empty mug of hot chocolate bouncing with the impact. ‘Can we get out of here now? My skin is crawling.’
