[In truth, Rider had come to realize there were no other Heroic Spirits. But that did not mean the place lacked heroes. Certainly this village was filled with them and it filled him with a kind of glee to imagine what they could accomplish if they all united under his banner. It was partly the reason he was out here in the open. There was nothing like wine to loosen the pride of men so that they could imagine shared ambitions rather than simply their own.

Saber is a surprise. Not entirely unwelcome. He still did not respect her as a king, but she was by far a splendid knight as he had ever seen. No one less could have destroyed his chariot otherwise. And thus as he sees her, he raises a goblet in her direction and wears a wide grin.]

From our generous jailers, who else? Truly in all the lands I have traveled, never have I encountered any who would spare their finest food and drink for those they kept locked away.