Irisviel immediately made a sort of strangled squeaking sound, and frantically tried to clap a hand over Morwena’s mouth, despite the damage already being done. With wide, horror-filled eyes, she watched as Saber choked on air, and tripped over her own feet, nearly face-planting on the gravel. She would’ve made a very ungainly picture if it wasn’t for the fact that she gracefully managed to catch herself and twist around to face the two women with wide-shocked blue eyes. Her veneer of perfect poise and mannerisms slipped for a moment as she shouted over at them. “What the hell?! That’s not something you shout in front of other people!” She pointed a finger dramatically at Morwena. “You! Stop corrupting my poor, sweet, innocent mistress! You are leading her down a path of degradation and unbecoming behavior! It is unfitting of the esteemed descendant of the Great Wizard Merlin!”
Robinson watched the antics of the three woman with something akin to surprised amusement, looking rather taken aback by their interactions. Clearing his throat, he deiced it would be best to focus on Bentner, who seemed to be the only rational mind in attendance. “I am glad that they are keeping busy. The young one did seem rather easily distracted…but if they have things to occupy their time, then I am happy for them. I only wish they had time to visit…” He sighed wistfully, gravel crunching beneath his massive body as he let out a long breath. “Ah, yes, well, I don’t think the humans would quite understand…Most of them tend to…scream first, scream some more, shoot me with weapons and then after they’ve chased me off, try to ask a question or two. So, unfortunately, a gigantic Battleheart walking into their midst isn’t much appreciated.” He dropped his head slightly. “I have spent most of my life hiding from them due to their cruelty…but Yelizaveta has spent most of her life destroying them for the same reason…I don’t think she’d take to the idea very well…But enough of that. At least I have met some humans who don’t want to immediately kill me. You are all rather nice if not a bit-” His eyes drifted to the women, and he raised a scaly brow-ridge. “-Odd. Your mate, the one in green, she uses magic to fight, correct? Are you, by chance, interested in magic? I have seen many things in my many years, and I imagine I might have a few interesting people or places you could visit if magic does indeed interest you.”