[Doctor Gabriel]

Saber sprinted toward his master’s presence like it was the Grail itself.

He sped past the tourists surrounding Palais des Papes who gawked at the old man in the suit of armor, screaming with a suitcase above his head.

Past the women talking by the motorcycle.

Past the young man in the golden coat who reeked of blood.

Into the church proper, paying no mind to the diseased and bleeding man overhead.

He raced through the archways and corridors until he finally reached the room where his King awaited him and slammed the suitcase onto the table, sending junk food and beverages flying. Some delicious debris careened straight into the faces of the nearby individuals Erik was conversing with.

Panting, Saber dropped to one knee before his Master and bowed his head.

“Mi Rey! I come bearing your forgotten treasures, I hope their retrieval pleases you!”

He lifted his head beaming up at Erik, eyes gleaming with tears of joy that his King had called for him and brow glistening with sweat. It was only then that he noticed that there were others in the room.

In an instant he was standing in front of Erik, hand at the hilt of a lance that wasn’t there on his belt, and a cocky smile splitting his lips.

“Be these Brothers In Arms or Villains seeking your demise, Master?”