[Suzerain of Sheol]

"Hmmm..." Merlin is deep in thought atop the bell-tower of Notre Dame des Doms, gazing across the expanse of the city below. "I guess this is going to be a close-quarters Grail War, huh HG? Not exactly a lot of room for cat-and-mouse here. Oh, you're still not answering me? I guesssss that's okay, you have work and all." She sighs.

"And speaking of cramped..." Merlin shoves at the statue of the Virgin currently sharing space with her on the summit of the tower, her gilded robes shining blindingly in the midday sun. The statue teeters at the press of her ultra-human strength.

"Oh Gods!" the great wizard yelps, frantically wrapping her arms around the Blessed Mother and attempting to hold her still. "Okay... okay Mare, there's plenty of room for the both of us up here. You can share the spotlight for a minute."

Merlin crouches on the edge of the pinnacle, maintaining a precarious balance as she searches the city. "I know what your thinking," she addresses to the statue, "And I will have you know I am NOT fat, we just all can't be starving, subjugated Judean peasants! So I enjoy a cookie or six once in a while! I'm in great shape! Just look at me!"

She turns to gesture emphatically at the dispassionate statue, and promptly slips off the edge, having to catch herself with a curtain of air-mana to avoid plummeting into the square below. The great wizard regains her perch with perfect dignity.

"Judgmental bitch," she mutters. "Now let's see... we have one, two, Gods they're close by, three, four, there's five and six, with six Servants as well... but where is the seventh??"

Extending her clairvoyance out of Avignon proper, she quickly pinpoints the laggards. She contemplates using another Command Seal to tell them to hurry up before deciding that she could do with the walk.

And not because of the three strawberry-cream crêpes she had before coming up here. Crêpes are gross. She wouldn't do that.