[Unfortunately for Ritsuka...this Servant wasn't one of her's. But perhaps Ritsuka would recognise the suspicious looking cloaked woman also taking an interest in the bidding, all the same. A woman probably pulling a face at the man currently on stage, whose poem was very much an exercise in stroking his own ego.

Even if that was the nature of this competition, Caster found it distasteful.

In any case, she caught the muttering of the girl nearby- no harm in casual conversation, she supposed.]

A friend of yours, I take it? I can certainly think of at least one person arrogant enough for an exercise like this as well...

[No names mentioned Jason.]