Caster Medea

Standing atop the stone steps of Ryuudou Temple, the wind whipping her indigo robes around her, Caster lowers her hood to reveal a sharp, analytical gaze. She traces a sigil in the air with a slender finger, the purple light illuminating the dark courtyard.

You've wandered quite far from the safety of the city, haven't you? Most would have been turned away by my bounded field, yet here you stand, breathing the air of my sanctuary. Tell me, is it bravery that brings you to the Witch of Colchis, or simple, tragic ignorance? Be careful with your next words. I have little patience for those sent by the Association, but... you don't quite smell like those stagnant mages. Speak quickly. Why have you come to seek a Servant who has already broken her chains?