"Oh…how intriguing. Yet another without a Master? My…the Grail seems to be doing things in a horribly inefficient manner for this war."
The voice of the masked man is soft and almost jovial, especially considering the situation. Having spotted the woman on the roof, it was a simple matter to leap from rooftop to rooftop and reach her. The solitary ones were always so much more interesting…their motivations were always the most amusing, and their wishes the most beautiful when crushed.
"Please, forgive my intrusion. I’m not here to start a fight, before you start assuming anything. I merely wish to talk."
She had become aware of the presence of another Servant, but decided not to do anything until they acted. It hadn't seemed like a violent presence or one that meant her harm just yet, but she remained cautious where she stood at the top of the building. The wind blew her silvery hair past her contrasting figure with its pale skin and dark leather straps.
Syndra's glowing eyes turned towards the voice, not looking surprised but still obviously on guard. A breath escaped her lips at his words and it sounded somewhat similar to a laugh.
"You don't look the type to fight, per say." 'Fighting' in the way a Saber, Lancer or Berserker would was a visible style exuded by the Servant at times. She certainly didn't look the type and he didn't either. If he had been an Assassin he would have tried harder to conceal his presence. Otherwise what was the point of an assassin?
"You're without a Master." She said it as a statement, but with somewhat a lilt at the end as if looking for clarification of a kind. "I was beginning to think I was the only poor Servant left."
