[Having determined to linger and wait for his Master, Lancelot drifts silently through the crowd, lost in his own thoughts, unresolved questions from his conversation Diarmuid ua Duibhine revolving in his mind.
His reverie is broken by an isolated tussle-- familiar voices tight with anger. Nesir Aeser's and Cu Chulainn's in the main.
It's merely an instant before he appears at Nesir's side. He imagines she has given Cu Chulainn some offense. He can sense the Prana flaring in the other Servant. Ryogi he sets aside for the time being.]
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His reverie is broken by an isolated tussle-- familiar voices tight with anger. Nesir Aeser's and Cu Chulainn's in the main.
It's merely an instant before he appears at Nesir's side. He imagines she has given Cu Chulainn some offense. He can sense the Prana flaring in the other Servant.
Ryogi he sets aside for the time being.]
Cu Chulainn. What is it that goes amiss here?