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“I’d wager there’s a good chance the enemy Servant is trying to bait someone into attacking him, either because he has some sort of trap set up and is waiting for somebody to walk into it, or he has a Noble Phantasm or other ability the requires the target to accept the challenge or attack the owner.” You assert.
Mulling it over for a moment, Truvietianne agrees, “I suppose that’s plausible enough.”
“It seems to me that it would be pretty dumb for somebody to just announce their presence after the recent bombardment without any sort of precaution.” You add.
“That’s probably the case, but it could be that the Servant’s precaution is simply confidence in their speed and toughness to get through an imprecise, wide-area bombardment, rather than packing some overwhelming advantage.” Lancer replied.
Addressing your Servant, you say, “Since we don’t have conclusive information one way or the other, I’d like you to summon a familiar to monitor that situation, preferably the type most suited to stealth.”
Considering the choice for a short while, Avenger opts to summon a familiar in the form of a normal-sized rooster. Shooing it toward the direction of the unknown Servant, she notes, “So you are aware, I’ll need to put a significant amount of effort into micro-managing its movements so it doesn’t run into the enemy’s view.”
Watching the summoned creature scurry off, Truvietianne absentmindedly remarked, “Ah, it’s kind of cute.” Quickly collecting herself, she changed tact, “But let us resume our search: I suspect the leyline runs into that park up there. If I had to guess the one here is a bit stronger than the other we marked earlier.” Not far to the southwest, the buildings began thinning out and you could see the park she mentioned. Moving along, Truvietianne takes her Servant further in to survey the area more closely, while you hang back with Avenger at first.
“Has the familiar seen anything yet, Avenger?” You ask.
Nodding, she answered, “It hasn’t reached the location the Servant was announcing, but as it was on its way I saw it would run into the view of sentries, so I ordered it to fall back and attempt another route. Before you ask, the guardsmen were composed of lightly or unarmored spearmen and bowmen; from their swarthy complexions and distinctive facial features I could tell they were Africans, though little more than that.”
“Interesting, keep trying to see what you can and let me know if anything else comes up; we can leave analyzing the leyline to Miss Edelfelt. In fact, I think I’ll go check on her.” You reply before you step toward the other Master. Perhaps the Servant was trying to lure enemies in, then have his soldiers engage first to give him advance warning of their capabilities?
