Displaced Tactician

[displaced-tactician]

Quick Portrayal Info

Morgan is the Morgan from the "Future's Past" DLC. She has very little memory and relies on her tomes for a LOT of information. As such she's writing down pretty much everything.

She has a "Brand of the Fell Dragon" on her back which has echoes of the Grima she killed in her world. It gives her a lot of gut feelings about other "Blessed" or "Crested" or "Branded" people. It also gives her feeling about people Grima's fought before.

But she is not actively Grima. She just has no sense of danger, does so much research it's insane, and does things her way... little bit of an a-hole. As a treat.

[displaced-tactician]

Activity Check May 2025

Passed

Authority: A+ Now

[egittae]

[ CROWDED ]

Morgan had… not come the regular way. As a recent addition to the Garreg Mach and an Ashen Wolf she just didn’t have those fancy resources. So through some sly disguises (a thin curly mustache prop) she managed to stow away and hide in the crowd to get to the party. Her master plan had succeeded.

She had her fancy bracelet and began trotting towards the party before unexpectedly being shoved into someone. She fell from the force of bumping into this person and groaned a bit in the surprise of the pain.

“Ouch… Oh Professor!” Morgan excitedly called as she looked up. He looked a lot less bulky without his armor and real fancy. Well this was a ball she supposed.

Keeping track of the guests wasn’t one of his tasks- thank the Goddess for that, because one glance at the crowd and Lambert could tell there were perhaps quite a few extras among them. As long as they were simply enthusiasts craving some partying there was nothing to worry about, but in the end the professor still made sure to keep an eye on the situation at least for the sake of the Academy’s students, as well as his own- though for the Ashen Wolves he wasn’t too sure how many had agreed to come. The procedure for them to attend had been a little convoluted, but the cardinals made it work kind of.

His focus broke the moment something hit him square in the back, the weight negligible for his strength. But when he turned around, expecting to find maybe some drunk stranger that had accidentally stumbled onto his form, icy pools widened in recognition. “Oh, Morgan! My apologies, I had no idea you were there. You are not hurt, are you?” Rather than offering a hand for her to grab, Lambert just leaned down and grabbed her from under the arms, putting the mage back on her feet as if she weighed next to nothing.

“I must say I did not expect to see you here at all, but I am glad that you are here all the same. Please do enjoy the ball, and have fun.” A brief pause, before putting on an unnervingly bright smile. “Just try to stay away from alcoholic beverages. I am looking.” At that, the professor patted Morgan's hair before his expression returned to a content smile.

"I am not sure how many of your classmates are here with us, but I know Yuri is here at least. You may reach out to them as well, if you wish."

[egittae]

He couldn’t help but hold back a chuckle at Morgan’s description of the house leader. “I am not quite sure they would enjoy your description, but yes they are quite pretty. If anything, this party may be a great opportunity for you to properly meet your house leader. I am sure Yuri would be pleased with exchanging greetings with you.” The professor too had noticed the mage’s stunned reaction at his act of grabbing her like a car- and shrugged it off. Perhaps he should’ve asked her about it and given her a warning, but he had to admit it was a funny sight at least.

“Ah, I do have a charm of my own, yes.” A finger quickly pointed at the golden star attached to his shirt. “I was given a starfish myself…not my favorite animal if I am being honest, but either way a well crafted memento.” He then gently unclipped it from fabric, offering Morgan the star. “You may have it, if you wish.”

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[displaced-tactician]

"They wouldn't? Hmm... would they appreciate Pastel Purple more?" Morgan asked curiously. If pretty and sassy weren't good descriptors, then hair color would have to do. After all what if she met TWO Yuri's. She had to be able to tell the difference... and this now left it open for the other one to also be pretty and sassy.

"Please and thank you Professor! Also it's okay. I'm sure the starfish of the world have plenty of love from those who do consider them their favorites." Morgan taking the starfish. She wasn't too sure how she felt about these little guys, but someone had to love them. It'd be very sad if they weren't loved at all.

"Oh! Please take a pearl!" Morgan held out one of her pearls for him.

[heriteur]

[Birthday Gift]

Well… it was time to give the servants the kid’s birthday gift. Or something like that. Morgan had an extra Nosferatu tome so… that’d do right? Or… was that not appropriate? How old was the kid again? Should she just leave an extra thoron tome? Which was more age appropriate? And for which age was each appropriate?

She…. Didn’t know and needed help figuring it out. She tapped the man’s shoulder in front if her in line.

“Hey… you… do you know how old the kid is? I’ll give you a charm if you can tell me.

For Fauntleroy's birthday, Diamant brought... bread.

Because the fellow liked bread, right? He seemed fond enough of it to bring it into battle, so—

A tap at his shoulder pulls him out of his thoughts, and the Brodian glances over his shoulder at the small young woman addressing him. He takes a moment to process her question, and his brow furrows. Age...

He had no idea.

"He seems to be a student, so I would assume somewhere in his teens? Early 20s, at most. The kid doesn't seem any older than that." Diamant smirks, "You can give a charm if you'd like, and I'll certainly offer my starfish in kind, but I'm more curious as to why you asked. What gift did you bring?"

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"Okay I feel a lot more comfortable giving a teen a tome of thoron! Though honestly, so long as he was above ten it should have been fine, right? I did have an emergency tome of Nosferatu if he was under ten though!" Morgan was extremely confident in her choice. After all, she herself was a teen with Thoron. And she used it frequently! She'd also argue she used it responsible! Especially since most problems could honestly be solved with thoron... except the turkeese... those bastards were too fast for her many... many... many thorons.

"Oh please, take a charm. I'm grateful that you were able to help ease my conscious." Morgan took one of her pearl charms off and handed it to the stranger.

"I'm Morgan, the greatest tactician in Ylisse asides from my father... for now. I will over take him one day though. What's your name?"

[fujins-favored]

[ SPAGHETTI AND MEATBALL ]

The storm outside was going hard but Morgan had a GIANT plate of spaghetti with one comically large meatball on it. And she was CHOWING DOWN ON IT! No hesitation! Until...

For whatever reason a man seemed to stop by her table. She protectively starred him down for a moment, no he wouldn't have any of her amazing spaghetti and singular meatball... but... OH! WAIT! He had some charms! Shoot... she couldn't sacrifice her plate of precious spaghetti and singular met ball.

"HEY THERE!" Morgan greeted getting out of her seat and between the stranger and her precious spaghetti and singular meatball.

"I need one of those anchors! I can give you a pearl! But you don't get any of my spaghetti. That's practically gold. But I can tell you where to get your OWN spaghetti and we can talk about how marvelous the meatball is!" To be fair she hadn't actually had the meatball yet... But the best parts were always saved for last.

"O-oh. Hi. Uh... thanks. I can give you one of my charms, then."

Takumi had been mystified by the dish currently being barricaded by the young woman. It was spaghetti. Takumi knew this. He'd eaten it before. But the version he remembered had multiple, smaller meatballs. This kind of spaghetti had a rather large meatball sitting in its center. Was it stuffed with something else, or was it meat all the way through?

Honestly, the fascinating composition of this dish was likely why the young woman guarded it so fiercely. Takumi now understood. Maybe he would get his own spaghetti.

He unhooked one of his charms and handed it to the young woman, replacing it with one of her pearls. "Here you are. Now... where could I procure one of these spaghetti dishes myself?"

[displaced-tactician]

Morgan was very happy with this trade that COMPLETELY went in her favor!

"Oh yeah! See that table about right there? Has a big label of "food". It has a BUNCH of food! Including this marvelous mound of curiosity and intrigue! You can come join me after you pose no threat to the kingdom of pasta and meat that is my plate." Morgan proposed as she sat back down looking at her little charm bracelet.

"I wonder just what is inside this meatball... Think it might be cheese? Or meat? Or maybe a different kind of meat?" Morgan asked, not knowing if the man had already left her to go get his plate or was back. The charms were just too cute.

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[roseraurea-deactivated20260124]

[ BELOW DECK ]

Morgan looked at her new cruise companion... both of them were under the deck and rocking while at sea. She didn't have much to say to him... until she saw the turtle charm!

"Oh! You have the turtle charm! Mind if we trade? I have a pearl!" She asked! "I can... teach you a sea shanty from back home? Well okay I can't do that I don't know it. But I can hum a rhythm for something I think WAS a sea shanty back home. And then you can be like "Wow Morgan I can barely hear it over this storm and boat creaking! But I bet if you know the words it'd be so good!" You know?"

This was a mistake. This entire night was a mistake. Sometimes it felt like his entire existence was a mistake.

Thanks to the unsteady rocking of the boat his skin, though naturally already pale turned a few shades paler and a few shades grayer as well. All those drinks he had were doing summersaults in his stomach, and he did all he could to keep himself from hurling.

(Just tough it out. The rocking will eventually stop and then everything’s gonna be fine….) Kliff kept repeating in his mind, over and over.

It was then that his thoughts were interrupted by a voice that, at the moment, sounded incredibly shrill to him. And it just kept going. He shot her a look of both incredulousness and irritation, as if to say “You want to ask this now?”

“Don’t… hurk…. just be quiet….” Any sass in his voice was completely obscured by how decidedly ill he felt. With shaking hands he grasped one of his own charms and held it out to her. “Don’t talk to me and I’ll… Give you this. Deal?”

[displaced-tactician]

Wow.... that was easy.

"Deal!" Morgan excitedly replied, nabbing the charm and switching it out with one of hers. She then began excitedly humming and patting her legs in rhythm to a sea shanty she either long forgot, or was insanely butchering, as the ship continued on its merry merry way.

@roseraurea

[egittae]

[ CROWDED ]

Morgan had… not come the regular way. As a recent addition to the Garreg Mach and an Ashen Wolf she just didn’t have those fancy resources. So through some sly disguises (a thin curly mustache prop) she managed to stow away and hide in the crowd to get to the party. Her master plan had succeeded.

She had her fancy bracelet and began trotting towards the party before unexpectedly being shoved into someone. She fell from the force of bumping into this person and groaned a bit in the surprise of the pain.

“Ouch… Oh Professor!” Morgan excitedly called as she looked up. He looked a lot less bulky without his armor and real fancy. Well this was a ball she supposed.

Keeping track of the guests wasn’t one of his tasks- thank the Goddess for that, because one glance at the crowd and Lambert could tell there were perhaps quite a few extras among them. As long as they were simply enthusiasts craving some partying there was nothing to worry about, but in the end the professor still made sure to keep an eye on the situation at least for the sake of the Academy’s students, as well as his own- though for the Ashen Wolves he wasn’t too sure how many had agreed to come. The procedure for them to attend had been a little convoluted, but the cardinals made it work kind of.

His focus broke the moment something hit him square in the back, the weight negligible for his strength. But when he turned around, expecting to find maybe some drunk stranger that had accidentally stumbled onto his form, icy pools widened in recognition. “Oh, Morgan! My apologies, I had no idea you were there. You are not hurt, are you?” Rather than offering a hand for her to grab, Lambert just leaned down and grabbed her from under the arms, putting the mage back on her feet as if she weighed next to nothing.

“I must say I did not expect to see you here at all, but I am glad that you are here all the same. Please do enjoy the ball, and have fun.” A brief pause, before putting on an unnervingly bright smile. “Just try to stay away from alcoholic beverages. I am looking.” At that, the professor patted Morgan's hair before his expression returned to a content smile.

"I am not sure how many of your classmates are here with us, but I know Yuri is here at least. You may reach out to them as well, if you wish."

[displaced-tactician]

HE WAS PICKING HER UP?

Her mind blanked at the pure surprise of the situation as her legs dangled helplessly for just a moment as Professor Lambert effortlessly picked her up and put her back on the ground. She was expecting a hand, or an arm, or something. But not “uppies” as was the hip way of saying it.

Morgan snapped out of her absolute confusion and began to refocus herself. Then snapped herself out of her confusion again because in all reality she hadn’t been able to the first time.

“No alcohol for me don’t you worry!” Morgan assured, taking a quick step back.

“Oh… I think I remember seeing Yuri. Really pretty with sassy attitude energy right? Maybe I’ll see them around.” Morgan said. She hadn’t MET Yuri yet but had seen them in the Abyss.

“Oh I almost forgot! Professor! Do you have charms I can trade for? I have a pearl!”

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[ CRUISE ]

Not too long after Morgan has met with Nanna, fate puts her en route to cross paths with another one of the people she read in that same battle report, albeit on a completely different part of the ship entirely. Leif is looking out at the sea when he turns to see the tactician alone, a specific bracelet charm on her wrist.

“ Oh, you're one of the other guests then, right? ”  he calls out to her, gesturing to her bracelet.  “ If you have one of those, are you willing to trade? I'm looking for a lot of those pearls. ”

He thinks for a moment before he settles on the strategy:

“ I'll show you a trick with magic and the ocean if my own pearl isn't enough for yours. ”

Morgan had left Nanna after trading charms and went to another part of the ship to just… decompress. That was such a confusing… oh no someone else greeted her. She turned around to see… again someone vaguely familiar. Someone probably in the battle reports again.

Thank Naga he didn’t just start monologuing at her. That would have been… annoying? Yeah annoying. Maybe too much to deal with at least at this current moment.

He was straight forward and was about to just say yes to the trade, but then he offered to show her a magic trick. She couldn’t resist that!

“Ooooo a magic trick? Since you offered I’ll take you up on it!” Morgan replied, obviously a bit excited. “If it has to do with the ocean I don’t imagine I’ll need to take a card from your hand… right?”

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[displaced-tactician]

[CRUISE] -

Nanna stood at the ship’s edge, one hand braced against the railing as the deck beneath her hummed with music and motion. The sea breeze played at the hem of her dress, and she turned slightly, letting it carry her hair back as she looked toward her companion. “I’ve never danced on the water before,” she admitted with a soft smile. “But I think I quite like the idea. It’s like we’ve carried the ballroom with us, haven’t we?”

As the musicians began to play, a slower tune rolling over the waves, she stepped into the sway of it with quiet grace. “We’re still part of the celebration, but it feels... different out here. A little like a secret.” Her eyes sparkled with something wistful, something fond. “Maybe we could stay just a little longer before we return to shore?”

She held up her bracelet with seashell charms. “I’ll even trade you one of my charms, so we can have something to remember each other by.”

Morgan had joined one of the cruises that left the dock and found herself wandering around. It wasn't long before she found something that... seemed familiar. At least on the edges of her mind. She trotted up the deck to the fellow student. That much she knew!

After all this was probably one of the students she read about to in the battle reports of the Battle of Eagle and Lion. Now it was time to mentally go through her rolodex of people and make a proper intro.... wait...

Morgan brought her attention back to the woman she literally, just seconds ago, trotted up to. Was... she monologuing? About dancing on the water? Who could dance on the water? Wait... no she meant on the ship on the water. Alright and she wasn't just monologuing but rather talking to her. Okay that made sense she could work with... wait wait wait....

She began walking in tune with the music looking so wistful and serene. Like she was in a play. WHY?

She went on about how this cruise was their "little secret" and how she wanted to stay here with Morgan for just a little longer? Morgan's brain shut off for a whole two seconds... These were their first words they've shared and... WAS SHE FLIRTING WITH MORGAN? WHY????

Morgan's face scrunched in confusion at the thought. But she did offer to trade charms. Oh okay! Maybe it was a long winded introduction for that! Sure that'd make sense. New cultures and what not. She pointedly decided not to completely process the "to remember each other" part in her speech so that she could keep this conclusion as the prominent theory.

"Oh! Yeah I'd be down to trade charms! I have a pearl. I could definitely use one of the seashells. I'm Morgan by the way. What's your name?" Don't worry stranger, this charm wasn't the only way Morgan would remember you.

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[displaced-tactician]

Just a Little Out of Place

Morgan had heard of the Ethereal Ball taking place and she was of course going to go enjoy her time there! She hadn't really... "prepared" and just... went still in her normal cloak and student's formal wear.

Though she made sure to iron and clean it the best she could! She also wear the Ashen Wolves Hairpin because, may as well accessorize SOMEHOW.

She soon got her Pearl Charm Bracelet (super cute) and made her way into the party.

CHARMS

Seashell: Nanna

Starfish: Prof. Lambert

Anchor: Takumi

Turtle: Kliff

Pearl (she has this one): Leif

[displaced-tactician]

Send a 📚 for the Updated Tome/Information Page About Your Muse

[displaced-tactician]

Awakening Muses, please tell me if you want vessel Morgan’s notes (from Future’s Past where everyone died), or just Garreg Mach Morgan.

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One Churches Gremlin Hole is a Gremlin's Gold Mine || Morgan and Lambert

[displaced-tactician]

UGH! This man had SUCH A BAD VIBE! Not physically mind you. He seemed nice enough. He had a friendly chuckle and a soft smile... FULL OF DECEPTION! Well probably not...

This vibe was totally not warranted in any realistic way. It was a feeling playing at the edges of her mind saying this man was much stronger, and potentially more dangerous, than his immediate kind demeanor would suggest.

It actually happened with a few people she was passing before she got interviewed as well. Perhaps she should look into WHY very soon.

"Pleasure to meet you Professor Lambert! You can call me Morgan! I look forward to learning more about Abyss!" Morgan looked at the outstretched hand. She debated if she wanted to shake it and decided she didn't.

But... he almost looked like a warrior... or a knight... she could... do that warriors handshake. It would be SO COOL! She could even use this moment to test his vibes. If he returned the warrior's forearm grab shake thing then perhaps her initial instinct was off about him!

She looked at Professor Lambert seriously, reached out her hand, and grabbed his wrist with strength, determination, and gusto. Well... as much as she could since he was much bigger and had quite a bit more muscle than she did.

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[warpaway]

i won't snitch if you don't

[warpaway]

“c'mon…” linhardt murmurs, mostly to the lock they're fiddling with.  they're trying to apply what they'd learned in practice, by cracking open this door with a lockpick.  knowing their luck, they're likely to break it, but who would care about that?  this room is so deep in the tunnels underground, they're sure that they're one of the few living to even know of its existence - if not the only one.

the lock clicks with a bad-sounding chunk.  ugh, he did break it!  huffing out a sigh, he tries it anyway.  thankfully, the door yields.  at least they broke it correctly.

inside is a veritable smorgasbord of tomes.  it's almost overwhelming, but very encouraging.  what's less encouraging is the girl already sitting amongst them with a tome cracked open.  linhardt thinks they may have seen her before, but they're not really good with people on a good day.

they stare.  “wait, how did you get in there if the door was locked?”

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[displaced-tactician]

Morgan had heard the Abyss was a treasure trove of forbidden knowledge. Each room here was a treasure trove of information, and this PARTICULAR room had something fascinating. Specifically on her Professor.

She had a feeling he was some big shot but... this tome seemed to have a lot of implications about good ol' bad vibes Lambert. So she made herself comfortable and lay down, on on her back, on a pile of the stacked tomes and began reading... Until... She heard the door open.

There was Linhardt, an occasional visitor to the Abyss, standing on the ceiling which had become the floor? Wait... She rolled onto her stomach and yup... they were on the floor and the ceiling was the ceiling still. She was glad that hadn't suddenly changed on her.

"There's a hole in the wall small enough to crawl through." Morgan pointed to the hole very matter of factly. This place was full of holes and crumbing infrastructure after all. Get to the right room, move some rubble around, and you were good.

"The real question is, why does a noble want to break into this room?" She asked, finally sitting up half properly on this pile of times. She shut the tome in her hand and slipped it into her sleeve pocket. She'd have to finish it another time. Right now she was curious why student "feels super goody goody two shoes" was either breaking or picking locks in the Abyss.

@warpaway

[displaced-tactician]

Hungry Hungry Thorons || Morgan and Alm

+1 Bow

[displaced-tactician]

Morgan heard about a flock of Gideon turkeese deciding to hang around Garreg Mach. She didn't know much about these birds, but rumors in the Abyss had it that they were a VIOLENT and DEVIOUS creature that often hunted the hunters! But that they also tasted AMAZING! Even the big wig cooks up top wanted them.

Someone lent her a basic bow to go hunting and off she was! Looking for food in the form of these likely extremely violent beasts.

She soon found the birds and brought the bow up in a "proper position" as the person who lent it to her recommended, and tried shooting it. The arrow flew through the air, and lodged itself in a near by tree. Okay this was getting no where.

She tossed the bow to the side, opened her tome, and cast thoron at the group of birds, MISSING EVERY SINGLE ONE AS THEY FLEW AWAY! But the beam shot far and true! Then sizzled out. Oh well... may as well shoot another!

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[displaced-tactician]

Portal et al. || TOA Open RP

+1 Any Skill

[venticatenae]

What a weird kid~. Lewyn had stumbled across the portal by accident, but to be honest, it was less interesting than the one circling around it, muttering and writing something down. One of those eccentric types, he took it, but honestly there was something amusing about watching her make her observations.

Humming to himself, he watches her make some form of decision, something that he wasn’t particularly privy to until she took up a pose that looked like she wanted to dive right into the portal.

Something that was decidedly… a very bad idea.

Should he stop her? He probably should.

“Hey, hey! What are you doing?” Jumping from his perch in the branches, he studies the kid in front of him, hopefully knocked out of whatever trance she had put herself in, deciding to dive in like that. “Are you looking to get yourself killed?”

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"Go!" Morgan unathletically scrambled from her runner's position to do her best "sprint" towards the portal. Suddenly... THERE WAS A MAN WAS IN FRONT OF HER? Surprise shot through her body as her feet immediately lost their footing. She absolutely ate it, face planting from her admittedly poor sprinting speed and sprinting coordination. The only thing left unscathed was the tome in her hand that she made sure didn't hit the ground.

"It was only a portal. I've jumped through one or two before." Morgan groaned, muffled by the ground she just face planted into. Quick mental check... Father's extra same exact tome? Check and secure in her secret sleeve pocket! Perfect there was nothing else to check! Okay... quick body check... she felt fine enough. Just sore from falling.

She got onto her knees and began brushing off the dirt and scuff from her robe. It had seen MUCH more than just dirt and scuff but she definitely wanted to keep it as well kept and strong as possible. The uniform underneath didn't matter as much.

"I am pretty sure I would have survived going into the portal itself." She didn't mention any potential threats on the other side which, admittedly, she know NOTHING about. She looked up to the young man in front of her. A student's uniform? She also got an absolutely "UGH EW" vibe from him. Not dissimilar from those who had Crests. Tolerable though.

"And you are?" She got back to her feet, holding her tome close to her chest, and gave the young man a suspicious but inquisitive look.

[displaced-tactician]

Activity Check April 2025

Pass

Point Into authority (A: 2/3)

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📚 i think i've seen you in the basement once or twice

Morgan’s Tome Entry for Lindhart. Still Accepting.

(Most of this is written in a code she made in her original timeline. Part may be written in the past, depending on the character. This is the translation.)

Research:

I've seen Lindhart von Hevring a few times as he's come into the Abyss. Honestly I hadn't expected anyone from the surface to visit but here they are.

His vibes are not as rancid as Professor's Lambet's, I suspect it's because he has a "Minor" Goody Two Shoes Crest. Something more Lissa less Owain. And Owain is objectively much cooler.

He also recently participated in the Battle of Eagle and Lion, where he kept their team healed for as long as he could. Honestly they did a good job.

Utility:

Most of their combat and scholastic records show he's good at healing. A one trick pony at the moment. I'd prefer to keep him in the back in a medical tent should I have other more well rounded healers who can work the front lines.

Liabilities:

I'd prefer to keep him away from battle at all costs. The Academy has many other competent healers who'd work better on the front lines and be less likely to get injured, while Lindhart would work significantly better at long term healing in camp.

They also seem to like or need to sleep and nap a lot and... I'm not sure if this is something akin to narcolepsy or not, and I'd rather not put them in danger's way until I know for sure.

Questions to Answer:

What's the cause of their sleepiness?

The Minor Crest feels different, even from other Minor Crests. I wonder if I can use family names to trace back what Goody Goody Two Shoes Crest they have.