[Suzerain of Sheol]

Watching impassively as his Master tends to her pet, Pelles addresses her once more. "I will accompany you outside, should you permit it. Despite the geas cast upon us by Ruler, I do not discount the likes of Assassin finding some way to elude the binding of a Command Spell."

In truth, he would like nothing more than for one of their enemies to come declare themselves in open challenge. This waiting gnaws at him. The Fisher-King waited a lifetime for others to earn the redemption of the world, only to fail. To disgrace themselves utterly. Despicable ingrates. Charlatans of valor and virtue! Rancid and rotting in their shimmering armor, decadent upon the throne of Holy Britain, cavorting in the mask of grace while the earth roiled and revolted against their sins! No, there were none human fit for the Grail. This World, libertine and wastrel, did not deserve it. No soul bound in rude matter would ever receive salvation. They had cast aside that right long ago.