[ He knows the rituals, the sigils, what must be done to participate in the Holy Grail War. He had watched the preparations go on in silence, provided an extra pair of hands when it was asked for and power when it was needed.

He'd never expected to be using such things on his own, but life happens, as life does, and so does death.

And so do dying promises. Carry it on in my stead. I will not let my purpose die here before it's even begun!

It wasn't something he had to fulfill. The person who had bled out in his arms was not someone he had sworn to serve. But, in truth, as cold as he is, it's not something he can ignore.

So here he is, complicating matters, getting himself wrapped up in a war he doesn't need to fight. At the very least...it should prove interesting. ]

Why, yes. I am.

[ He stands up from where he kneels at the edge of the circle. If the magic's light flickers oddly on his face for a moment, suggesting hints of something else, well...

That's probably fine. ]

Though I am not the one who should be standing here - I can only hope we get along well, Caster.

[ He bows to her, after a moment. Even if this seems a bit backwards, at least he has manners. ]