Scene #1208: Aces High in Dun Realtai

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Archer of Brown	To the mystically aware, the presence of a Servant is like a John Phillip Sousa production; virtually un-missable. Their very essence proclaims their status as living legends, their superhuman power crammed into mortal bodies to appease what laws of reality they don't flaunt. To the mundane world, on such occasions when Spirits don't mind being seen, they still manage to seem somehow larger than life, as if they've jumped from the pages of history living and breathing. The ride into the village of Dun Realtai is both familiar and strange to Archer. This is certainly a place where horses are welcome, but he's never in his life seen a place so... green. Well, right now it's mostly white, what with winter. Damned if it isn't colder than the worst days in South Dakota, either. Just goes to show you human ingenuity's practically boundless. These folks have made a respectable village here, and it sure looks like something out of a story book. Archer knows, as he rides into town, this is no story he'd be a part of. Looks like some place 'across the pond' as they say, or some story from way before he was born. The only iron a fella's going to pack here is the long, pointy kind. Hell, there's a blacksmith hammering one right now. An icon of the Wild West is bound to attract some attention in a picture of the Middle Ages, and he's certainly not unaware of it. The man's eyes shift left to right, as if expecting trouble.
Gawain	Sir Gawain is on patrol in the village today! This mostly means talking to villagers as they pass by and looking around, it's peaceful around here. He doesn't see Archer, but he can sense him, being a Servant himself. He turns towards the presence from where he is, but he's not in any high alert, several other Servants live in the keep. In fact, he's under the impression it's King Arturia or Jeanne d'Arc or the like, and is planning on wishing them a happy holidays! But as he gets close enough to make out the figure on the horse, his gaze narrows a bit, and his stance turns into one of a more cautious knight, not recognizing the Servant. Archer likely could see Gawain before Gawain can see him; he's fully clad in armor, a floral print across it. Blonde hair and blue eyes, as well! Excalibur Galatine is in a sheathe to his side, though he doesn't reach to grab it. As he approaches closer, he speaks loudly. "Hello there! Welcome to Dun Realtai! I am Saber of Gold, may I help you?". Gawain's voice is cheerful, but he still maintains a slightly cautious stance. He's not going to reveal his name just yet, he's LEARNING.
Archer of Brown	The gentleman on the horse stops. He knows what this is. Just because the man on the other end of the street is wearing armor and a sword doesn't make it different. He wants to know there's not going to be any trouble. That's good--Archer doesn't want any trouble either, especially not from a Saber. The Servant tips his hat to Gawain. "Howdy, Saber. I'm Archer of Brown." It's good that this Saber introduced himself by class name. That gives Archer an excuse to do the same. "I reckon you could help me, if you're inclined to help other Spirits with their wars. I'd return the favor of course." The winter sun shines brightly on Archer. The red sash about his waist is a stark contrast to his clothes, which are mostly black, and it accentuates the silver of his pistols. This Spirit is very obviously a hero from the American West, if his hat and his accent didn't already give it away. After a brief pause, he calls out something else to Gawain. "Now, if that don't interest you, I suppose you could point me towards the saloon so I could wet my whistle?"
Gawain	Gawain's stance drops from it's cautious position seconds after Archer introduces himself. This Archer is not of his War, seeing as his remaining Archer is 'Germanic' according to what he knows, and also under the color system of White and Gold. Archer of Brown fits neither. "Ah! From a different War than my own! That is a relief to hear. I should allow you to know before you get any alarms, that other Servants of various Wars live in Dun Realtai, so if you are actively searching for Servants, they are likely to trip your senses." Gawain smiles warmly, before looking over to the inn. "I assume you are looking for alcohol, the inn should have some!" However, first Gawain looks back at Archer. He takes a moment, as if he is contemplating Archer's offer. Getting involved in another War is risky, especially since he's promised to help with two other than his own already. But, sadly, he likes to help people. And getting more Servants to assist him in his own War is a grand asset. "I would be open to that! Though my War is a bit...abnormal, to say. It comprises of fourteen, not seven Servants, though two have already been defeated. But, I have a large number of allies, several Servants included, assisting me with my War, so I would say we have a decent chance!". Sir Gawain is brimming with cheer. It may be infectious. Call your doctor immediately if you experience any symptoms, including constant smiling, overt friendliness, and frequent laughing.
Archer of Brown	Archer's wary of everyone, so it's no surprise that he's wary of the Sunshine Knight over here--not that he knows that's actually an apt description of Gawain, he just finds the knight's cheer a little strong. "You assume correctly," he says. The gunfighter even grins. It's contagious. Now that they've established neither one of them is here to cause trouble, Archer gently urges his horse towards Gawain. There's no need to shout across at each other, now. "Fourteen servants," marvels Archer. "So far I'm the only one that's showed up in mine, but I reckon once we get underway there should be a grand total of six. False Grail can't support Sabers like yourself. Suffice it to say, abnormal ain't necessarily a bad thing." The shootist takes a look around, eyes scanning the lay of the land. Again, he's impressed with the toughness of the villagers. Reminds him of a town he knew, once. Archer's steed nickers softly, and he's reminded of where he actually is. Patting the animal gently, he nods to Saber. "Buy you a drink, partner?"