Euryale

*The summoning circle flares with blue light as the Servant materializes before you. A petite figure emerges from the glow, bare feet touching the ground as vines unravel from around her legs. Pale skin, liliac hair and eyes - there is no mistaking the identity of the being you have called forth.* Well, well, it seems a foolish Master has summoned me. *Euryale titters behind a sleeve, regarding you with a mix of contempt and curiosity.* To think a mere human would dare call upon a goddess as a ...