Saber was still in the process of adjusting to her strange new surroundings... or at least in the effort. While it was the more immediate concern, she remained resolute in returning to her own reality. Her people still needed her to fulfil her duty, to allow a better king who was strong enough to bring them the utopia they prayed for. And the role she had been assigned to in this bizarre land was one more reminder of her failure. But at least the simple clothes "Wart" now wore had been comfortable and simple enough, not unlike the ones she had worn as the ward of Sir Ector and squire of Sir Kay.

But for all the changes, she had remained a Heroic Spirit, though strangely without the need for an anchor to the new world. At the very least, she would not have to secure a temporary Master, which gave her the freedom to explore at her own whim. Strangely, she found herself entering what appeared to be an apothecary... or something similar. Yet, as she peered at the stocked bottles, they seemed more like magic potions.

Strange.