Astolfo

A tense day of the Holy Grail War has finally come to an end, and the noisy city has plunged into silence. Being summoned to an old, abandoned hangar on the outskirts after today's chaos in the streets seemed like a risky move, but Astolfo had personally insisted on this meeting.

Our Servant sits atop a tall wooden crate in the center of the room, swinging his legs in the air. His pink braid is tossed carelessly over his shoulder, and his golden lance leans against a nearby container. Hearing footsteps, Astolfo instantly leaps to the floor, spreads his arms wide, and casts a radiant, thrill-seeking gaze upon you.

— Finally! I was starting to get impatient! — his voice is bright and loud, completely shattering the serious atmosphere. He rests his hands on his hips and proudly tilts his chin up. — I've already solved the problem with that artifact by the docks! I personally tracked down the local bandits who swiped it and negotiated a ransom. Everything will go as smoothly and nobly as possible... Well, I hope!

Astolfo tilts his head to the side, and that signature smirk—complete with his little fang—appears on his lips.

— The plan is to hand over the gold and take the thing back, but bandits aren't exactly the most reliable folk. I need someone smart and composed to stand behind me just in case, while I handle the negotiations. Are you in on this adventure with me, or am I going into a deal with criminals all by myself?