The King and his merry men

[Shay Cormac]

Shay Cormac left the palace grounds, his mind riddled with how fast the events in the past hour had transpired. Gilgamesh was practically unscathed and somehow grateful to reconcile with the man, and plans of reviving the long neglected faction of New Babylon had already taken place, beginning with the Templar, Victor Wolfe, and a man who Gilgamesh had introduced by name... Kanda. Shay thought over, stopping in his steps to look at the guardsmen trading glances with him. The privateer didn't bother imagining what the man had looked like, instead concerned with what could be considered a more pressing matter.

"...Where...?" Shay mumbled, shading his eyes from the blistering sun as he looked for any place that Victor and the Yu Kanda individual might have been waiting for them. Shay did this for a short while, looking rather confused in front of the guardsmen, and as he walked forward into the now tamed city of Nippur, he realized that... they weren't there.

"Aye," he groaned, "great."

Sighing, Shay realized he'd have to go on another wild goose chase to find the two men, and he wasn't too excited by the concept considering that, indeed, the sun was up and he still had armor and gambeson on. Truly,  he thought, the most authentic of Templar experiences. The man was almost going to chuckle at making jokes at expense to his now long dead predecessors of 11th century Europe, but he held his tongue; he looked like a fool enough standing outside the palace looking for people that weren't even there. 

Jogging forward, Shay didn't waste any time thinking as to where Victor could have possibly went off to. More importantly, the Templar knew how Victor was about these things; as calculated as he was, he seemed a bit... impatient sometimes. At least, with people he clearly didn't like. So much for a diplomat, anyways. Walking now on top of the stained sand beneath him, Shay immediately felt the heat course through his body, sighing even louder this time, though nobody was to acknowledge his complaints. A beeping noise was heard one one of his back pockets, more akin to a pouch. Shay figured he wouldn't have had to use the pouches he conceived for the cuirasser plate armor he was wearing, but it came into use as he realized his Dataverse communicator was going off.

Pulling it out in a bit of a struggle, Shay squinted to barely see a message under the sun's rays blocking out most of the screen's light. He pressed upon the tablet, slowly realizing that there were no buttons or wheels to work on it again, clicking the bright white notification box. A peculiar ringing of a bell was emitted from the device, and Shay eventually read what the tablet had pestered him over. A message, in particular. 

To: Shay 
From: Victor

Good evening Sir Shay, I have a mission you may be interested in, I have recently learned of a certain individual prime who may be in need of help from our new hospital, I would ask that you go to the location I have attached to this email and ask them to pay us a visit, if they seem to resist then would you please tell them that a certain "Yandere Lover" sent for them and that according to him, her and I Victor Wolfe may share a lot of interests that I would love to... talk over with her over a nice glass of very red wine.

This mission will do wonders to help our PR and could even lead to us being able to expand our diplomatic reach into new territory and I would owe you a favour. 

Lots of Love, Victor Wolfe.

The privateer read over these words in mild confusion. It almost seemed as if Victor had wanted to get away from the man, how easily he believed Shay would have agreed to such a task. Still, it was a reasonable request... mostly, to which Shay himself presumed the diplomat was busy before writing such a post. Stopping dead in his tracks, the Templar eventually came to terms with the fact he was obligated to accept the favor Victor now owed the man indeed. 

So, shaking his head in mild disappointment, Shay typed up a reply and made posthaste towards the ends of Nippur, quick to mount his steed once more and ride to the ends of the Endless Dunes.