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“We're not pawns of some scripted fate. I believe we're more. Much more... There's something between us all. Something that keeps us together... Like...invisible ties, connecting us.” Outrealm Gates RP

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Restless Warriors || Owain & Robin

[grandmastermystery]

"That sounds threatening. Well, if you can work out those kinks I suppose." 

Robin hoped Owain knew that she was only teasing him. Picking on him was easy because he usually went along with it, despite being from a much different timeline. Besides, it was her duty as a tactician to get to know everyone. 

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"Hey, what’s the point in trying new things if ya can’t make some mistakes. That makes everything so much more fun! To become as great as I am, you gotta mess up a few times." He wasn’t angered, quite the opposite. Learning new moves would make everything better with both mind and body. 

[grandmastermystery]

"Indeed, many mistakes can be learned from, but you have to be careful to not put yourself or others in danger." 

Robin looked around for something to do. Then she had an idea. "Owain, would you like to spar? I'm afraid my sword skills are a bit rusty, but I'm sure I could learn a lot from you." 

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Restless Warriors || Owain & Robin

[grandmastermystery]

Robin watched Owain as he wildly swung his blade to and fro. When he hit the wall, Robin wasn’t really sure who was hurt more, Owain or the wall. 

Chuckling, the tactician asked “What was that move called?” 

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It seemed all he could do was embarrass himself today. Granted, it’s probably no different than any other given day, but never this much to the same person! 

After calming down from the shockwaves, he regained his senses. “It was: strike of 1000 men! It still has a few kinks to work out…” Truth be told, he’d actually just made up the move on the spot. Some of the best ideas for moves come from on-your-head thinking.

[grandmastermystery]

"That sounds threatening. Well, if you can work out those kinks I suppose." 

Robin hoped Owain knew that she was only teasing him. Picking on him was easy because he usually went along with it, despite being from a much different timeline. Besides, it was her duty as a tactician to get to know everyone. 

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Restless Warriors || Owain & Robin

[grandmastermystery]

Robin couldn’t help but laugh at Owain’s mistake. After all, he had come from the future, so things must be strange for him in this timeline. 

"No worries, Owain. You looked busy, so I didn’t want to bother you." 

Realizing he was still embarrassed, Robin tried to change the subject. She looked around, trying to find something to talk about, but there wasn’t anything particularly interesting going on today. “Hmm… Morgan has told me that you like to name some of your sword techniques. What are some names you’ve come up with?” 

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Relieved by the sudden topic change, his face slowly returns to its generally pasty color. 

Relieved from the last topic, he jumped onto the new one. “Of course I name my techniques! And my weapons! And really everything! It makes something that people find to be boring and mundane into something more interesting!” 

Getting his sword out, he got into a stance and said, “this one is called: strike of 1000 men!” He started to wail on the dummy held in the barracks. Getting so caught up in the attack, he failed to realize that he was about to smash into the wall. His sword hit, and vibrations shook through his sword and into his entire body. 

"I-I meant to do that!"

[grandmastermystery]

Robin watched Owain as he wildly swung his blade to and fro. When he hit the wall, Robin wasn't really sure who was hurt more, Owain or the wall. 

Chuckling, the tactician asked "What was that move called?" 

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Restless Warriors || Owain & Robin

[grandmastermystery]

"Morgan?" Robin was confused. Maybe Owain was playing another trick on her. "If you’re looking for him, I’m not sure where he’s been. That Morgan is always setting traps for me." 

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"I-I…" he stuttered.

"Sorry, Robin! Y-you and Morgan look so much alike and…" he began to stutter over his words. 

His poor face-to-name recognition will be his real downfall in life. Such a blunder like this… on one of his best friends no less! His face was nearly pink from embarrassment. 

[grandmastermystery]

Robin couldn't help but laugh at Owain's mistake. After all, he had come from the future, so things must be strange for him in this timeline. 

"No worries, Owain. You looked busy, so I didn't want to bother you." 

Realizing he was still embarrassed, Robin tried to change the subject. She looked around, trying to find something to talk about, but there wasn't anything particularly interesting going on today. "Hmm... Morgan has told me that you like to name some of your sword techniques. What are some names you've come up with?" 

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Restless Warriors || Owain & Robin

[grandmastermystery]

Robin paced back and forth, searching for something she could do. Oddly, she was unable to focus on her studies and no one was available to practice. The tactician was about to drift off into thought until she heard something strange from around the corner.  

Cautiously, she looked around, only to see Owain, swinging his sword and muttering to himself. She grinned, it was just like him to practice like this. Robin was about to turn around and walk off, but Owain shouted something and she whipped back around to face him. 

"Well hello," she greeted him, trying not to look startled. "What are you up to, Owain?" 

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He giggled at her somewhat startled face. Looks like he’d lured someone into his claws of conversation and boredom. Sheathing his sword, he smiled and said, “well hello there, Morgan!” He spoke in his normally cheery voice as to seem friendly towards her.

[grandmastermystery]

"Morgan?" Robin was confused. Maybe Owain was playing another trick on her. "If you're looking for him, I'm not sure where he's been. That Morgan is always setting traps for me." 

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Restless Warriors || Owain & Robin

Owain was tired after a long day. It had been awhile since he’d talked to anyone around camp; he was was ‘deep’ in his thoughts for most of day. He searched around for a bit to go find someone, anyone, to hang around with or to catch up with.

[grandmastermystery]

Robin paced back and forth, searching for something she could do. Oddly, she was unable to focus on her studies and no one was available to practice. The tactician was about to drift off into thought until she heard something strange from around the corner.  

Cautiously, she looked around, only to see Owain, swinging his sword and muttering to himself. She grinned, it was just like him to practice like this. Robin was about to turn around and walk off, but Owain shouted something and she whipped back around to face him. 

"Well hello," she greeted him, trying not to look startled. "What are you up to, Owain?" 

[frederikthewary]

Walking Into War || Frederick and Robin

[grandmastermystery]

Robin was literally swept up off her feet by Frederick and taken into what was the camp. Everything was in shambles and the place was deserted. Wind whistled through the empty tents and there wasn’t even any sign of the pegasi and wyverns. 

"Frederick." Robin looked around; everything was so eerie. Then Robin noticed something strange out of the corner of her.

"We should leave. Now."

[frederikthewary]

Frederick’s horse came to a quick stop, even she noticing the menacing aura the once lively camp gave off. The knight looked over his surroundings in nothing less than horror, and Robin’s words did not easily pierce his ears.

Where had Chrom gone? Where had everyone gone? He swallowed down his fear and concern and shook out of his shock. In but a second his steed reared up onto it’s hind legs and turned, heading out of camp.

As Frederick regained his composure, his stern seriousness returned to his eye. His mind continued to race, but he could not appear weak. Not now.

"Robin… We have to find them. I will take us wherever you believe we must go."

[grandmastermystery]

"First off, slow your horse! We're not going to learn anything by rushing out into the unknown." 

Robin loosened her grip around Frederick's waist as his horse came to a halt. Taking a moment to collect her thoughts, Robin gazed wearily at her surroundings. 

"Let's go back towards camp. We'll be careful, we just need to look for tracks. It looked as if the camp was attacked, forcing everyone to evacuate quickly." 

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A Broken Breakfast || Olivia & Robin

Olivia hummed to herself, taking tiny steps in rhythm to the song that played under her breath. With two stacks of plates in hand, she made her way towards the previously drawn water that was set out, for such purposes as cleaning up after breakfast, like she was doing now. It didn’t feel quite so much like a chore when it was so nice outside. But in her cheerful obliviousness, a misplaced step caught her by surprise and she fell painfully to the ground, unable to catch her balance with stack of plates in both hands.

"O-ow…" Olivia mumbled, rubbing her arm. She looked up, shaking herself out from her daze and realised what  just happened, "The plates!"

She burned a bright red as she glanced around, cringing as many of them lay in pieces, with the leftover food mostly on the ground and on her.

[grandmastermystery]

Things were quiet after breakfast. Most everyone had finished eating and went outside to train. Robin, however, stayed inside to study some new strategies. As she mapped out the next route, a loud crash came from the kitchen area. Hopefully Chrom hadn’t tried to help and broken something again… 

Stepping into the kitchen, Robin saw Olivia crouched down on the floor, picking up broken shards of plates. The dancer’s face was beet red, and upon meeting eyes with Robin, she more hurriedly cleaned up the mess. 

Bending down to help, Robin smiled at Olivia. “I assume you’re the one who caused this. It’s funny since you’re always so quiet.” Olivia seemed scared. “Don’t worry about it, we can replace the plates. It will be fine.” 

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Olivia glanced up at Robin quickly before averting her gaze towards the floor just as fast. She scrabbled to pick up the broken pieces, biting her lip as she felt her face heat up ever more. As Robin kneeled down by her, helping her with the mess, she couldn’t help but rush.

"Y-you don’t have to help…" she mumbled quietly. After all, didn’t she have more important things to do? But nonetheless, she was happy for her help, even despite her shyness.

Olivia sighed and glanced at Robin once more, “I… thank you,” she spoke, “…Perhaps I’d be able to make up for this?”

[grandmastermystery]

Picking up the last few pieces of broken plates as Olivia rushed around, Robin stood up and put all the pieces together. Perhaps they could be repaired or even used in some other way. 

"Helping is my pleasure. As tactician, it is my duty to be friendly and offer my assistance wherever I am needed. There’s no need to return the favor. I know you always do your best on the battlefield, Olivia." 

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Olivia nodded, a blush still painted on her face, though she did her best to shake it away. “In that case, thank you! ..I just can’t believe this..I must have stumbled.” she sighed softly and stood up, dusting herself off a little. She looked down at the pieces in her and Robin’s arms, “Do you think they could be fixed? …Perhaps a spell, maybe?” she said, with rather little knowledge of the capacity of magic.

[grandmastermystery]

"You’re welcome!" 

Looking at the fragments that were left of the dishes, Robin thought for a moment. She couldn’t think of any spells off of the top of her head, but surely there was something that could be done. After all, she knew some mages used their tomes to do their laundry and cook meals. 

"Hmm, I can’t think of any right now, but I’m sure there is a spell that could help. I’ll search through my books and experiment later." 

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Olivia nodded, “Alright!” she said with determination, trying not to focus on the embarrassment right now. After all, Robin wasn’t one to judge her…right? Yes, she was fairly certain it would be alright. “Is there anything I can do? To, um, help?”

The pink haired dancer, still holding the broken fragments in her arms (carefully, as not to cut herself) started to make her way to the mess tent. If they wanted to fix them, they’d have to keep them in reach, and preferably somewhere where no one else would throw them away.

[grandmastermystery]

Robin followed Olivia outside, offering to take some of the broken dishes and hide them. The two stashed them away behind an old meal that Sully had attempted to cook. No one had dared to touch it, so there was no worries that the pieces would be thrown out. 

"Well if you aren't too busy, you could come help me look through my spell books. There should be a spell that can help us." 

Leaving the mess tent, Robin headed towards her own quarters. Hopefully Olivia wouldn't mind the mess. Things had been so busy lately and Robin hadn't actually cleaned up in a while. 

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A Broken Breakfast || Olivia & Robin

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Olivia nodded, a blush still painted on her face, though she did her best to shake it away. “In that case, thank you! ..I just can’t believe this..I must have stumbled.” she sighed softly and stood up, dusting herself off a little. She looked down at the pieces in her and Robin’s arms, “Do you think they could be fixed? …Perhaps a spell, maybe?” she said, with rather little knowledge of the capacity of magic.

[grandmastermystery]

"You’re welcome!" 

Looking at the fragments that were left of the dishes, Robin thought for a moment. She couldn’t think of any spells off of the top of her head, but surely there was something that could be done. After all, she knew some mages used their tomes to do their laundry and cook meals. 

"Hmm, I can’t think of any right now, but I’m sure there is a spell that could help. I’ll search through my books and experiment later." 

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"Ah, so you think there’s hope? …Even a little?" Olivia asked, lighting up at her words. If she remembered correctly, she saw someone— a traveling mage of some sort— show such magic. But then again, local magicians were often scams, and she was unsure of whether to trust them.

"And, er… sorry, it looks like you have a bit of bread on your sleeve," Olivia said softly, motioning towards her cloak, "From the leftovers on the floor, I mean."

[grandmastermystery]

"Of course there's hope. But if we can always just replace them too." 

Robin brushed off the crumbs as she headed towards the door. There was work to be done and she hoped that she could get it all done and mend the broken dishes. Hopefully the broken dishes weren't a sign of poor luck for the day. 

"Ah, thank you for pointing that out. I'll be on my way to study now. Are you going to practice your dancing?" 

[frederikthewary]

Walking Into War || Frederick and Robin

[grandmastermystery]

"No, it is not. But a knight must eat something to survive."

Robin stared off into the distance as they walked along. Frederick was always so serious. Being a knight must involve a lot of determination. It was really no wonder that Frederick was so dedicated to his duties. 

"Hm? What is that?"

Looking up, Robin noticed that the camp wasn’t as she had remembered it looking when she had left. Something must have gone wrong. 

[frederikthewary]

Frederick groaned under his breath. Robin’s argument was one he hated, but one he knew to be all too true. The thought of his distaste for bear meat one day ruining him when no other meats are available plagued his thoughts often.

"But of course, Robin… And that is why I’m leaving it in your hands to cure me of this… inability to tolerate such a thing."

Opening his eyes to Robin’s question, the knight viewed the camp ahead of them. Noticing the difference in the camp’s appearance as well he became overcome with concern, and unable to think of a better plan at the time, decided to ride off directly into camp.

"We must hurry! Come, Robin!" Leaning down, he scooped the tactician up in his arm, placing her behind him on his steed as the two rode quickly into camp.

[grandmastermystery]

Robin was literally swept up off her feet by Frederick and taken into what was the camp. Everything was in shambles and the place was deserted. Wind whistled through the empty tents and there wasn't even any sign of the pegasi and wyverns. 

"Frederick." Robin looked around; everything was so eerie. Then Robin noticed something strange out of the corner of her.

"We should leave. Now."

[bashful-dancer-deactivated20150]

A Broken Breakfast || Olivia & Robin

Olivia hummed to herself, taking tiny steps in rhythm to the song that played under her breath. With two stacks of plates in hand, she made her way towards the previously drawn water that was set out, for such purposes as cleaning up after breakfast, like she was doing now. It didn’t feel quite so much like a chore when it was so nice outside. But in her cheerful obliviousness, a misplaced step caught her by surprise and she fell painfully to the ground, unable to catch her balance with stack of plates in both hands.

"O-ow…" Olivia mumbled, rubbing her arm. She looked up, shaking herself out from her daze and realised what  just happened, "The plates!"

She burned a bright red as she glanced around, cringing as many of them lay in pieces, with the leftover food mostly on the ground and on her.

[grandmastermystery]

Things were quiet after breakfast. Most everyone had finished eating and went outside to train. Robin, however, stayed inside to study some new strategies. As she mapped out the next route, a loud crash came from the kitchen area. Hopefully Chrom hadn’t tried to help and broken something again… 

Stepping into the kitchen, Robin saw Olivia crouched down on the floor, picking up broken shards of plates. The dancer’s face was beet red, and upon meeting eyes with Robin, she more hurriedly cleaned up the mess. 

Bending down to help, Robin smiled at Olivia. “I assume you’re the one who caused this. It’s funny since you’re always so quiet.” Olivia seemed scared. “Don’t worry about it, we can replace the plates. It will be fine.” 

[bashful-dancer-deactivated20150]

Olivia glanced up at Robin quickly before averting her gaze towards the floor just as fast. She scrabbled to pick up the broken pieces, biting her lip as she felt her face heat up ever more. As Robin kneeled down by her, helping her with the mess, she couldn’t help but rush.

"Y-you don’t have to help…" she mumbled quietly. After all, didn’t she have more important things to do? But nonetheless, she was happy for her help, even despite her shyness.

Olivia sighed and glanced at Robin once more, “I… thank you,” she spoke, “…Perhaps I’d be able to make up for this?”

[grandmastermystery]

Picking up the last few pieces of broken plates as Olivia rushed around, Robin stood up and put all the pieces together. Perhaps they could be repaired or even used in some other way. 

"Helping is my pleasure. As tactician, it is my duty to be friendly and offer my assistance wherever I am needed. There’s no need to return the favor. I know you always do your best on the battlefield, Olivia." 

[bashful-dancer-deactivated20150]

Olivia nodded, a blush still painted on her face, though she did her best to shake it away. “In that case, thank you! ..I just can’t believe this..I must have stumbled.” she sighed softly and stood up, dusting herself off a little. She looked down at the pieces in her and Robin’s arms, “Do you think they could be fixed? …Perhaps a spell, maybe?” she said, with rather little knowledge of the capacity of magic.

[grandmastermystery]

"You're welcome!" 

Looking at the fragments that were left of the dishes, Robin thought for a moment. She couldn't think of any spells off of the top of her head, but surely there was something that could be done. After all, she knew some mages used their tomes to do their laundry and cook meals. 

"Hmm, I can't think of any right now, but I'm sure there is a spell that could help. I'll search through my books and experiment later." 

[bashful-dancer-deactivated20150]

A Broken Breakfast || Olivia & Robin

Olivia hummed to herself, taking tiny steps in rhythm to the song that played under her breath. With two stacks of plates in hand, she made her way towards the previously drawn water that was set out, for such purposes as cleaning up after breakfast, like she was doing now. It didn’t feel quite so much like a chore when it was so nice outside. But in her cheerful obliviousness, a misplaced step caught her by surprise and she fell painfully to the ground, unable to catch her balance with stack of plates in both hands.

"O-ow…" Olivia mumbled, rubbing her arm. She looked up, shaking herself out from her daze and realised what  just happened, "The plates!"

She burned a bright red as she glanced around, cringing as many of them lay in pieces, with the leftover food mostly on the ground and on her.

[grandmastermystery]

Things were quiet after breakfast. Most everyone had finished eating and went outside to train. Robin, however, stayed inside to study some new strategies. As she mapped out the next route, a loud crash came from the kitchen area. Hopefully Chrom hadn’t tried to help and broken something again… 

Stepping into the kitchen, Robin saw Olivia crouched down on the floor, picking up broken shards of plates. The dancer’s face was beet red, and upon meeting eyes with Robin, she more hurriedly cleaned up the mess. 

Bending down to help, Robin smiled at Olivia. “I assume you’re the one who caused this. It’s funny since you’re always so quiet.” Olivia seemed scared. “Don’t worry about it, we can replace the plates. It will be fine.” 

[bashful-dancer-deactivated20150]

Olivia glanced up at Robin quickly before averting her gaze towards the floor just as fast. She scrabbled to pick up the broken pieces, biting her lip as she felt her face heat up ever more. As Robin kneeled down by her, helping her with the mess, she couldn’t help but rush.

"Y-you don’t have to help…" she mumbled quietly. After all, didn’t she have more important things to do? But nonetheless, she was happy for her help, even despite her shyness.

Olivia sighed and glanced at Robin once more, “I… thank you,” she spoke, “…Perhaps I’d be able to make up for this?”

[grandmastermystery]

Picking up the last few pieces of broken plates as Olivia rushed around, Robin stood up and put all the pieces together. Perhaps they could be repaired or even used in some other way. 

"Helping is my pleasure. As tactician, it is my duty to be friendly and offer my assistance wherever I am needed. There's no need to return the favor. I know you always do your best on the battlefield, Olivia." 

[bashful-dancer-deactivated20150]

A Broken Breakfast || Olivia & Robin

Olivia hummed to herself, taking tiny steps in rhythm to the song that played under her breath. With two stacks of plates in hand, she made her way towards the previously drawn water that was set out, for such purposes as cleaning up after breakfast, like she was doing now. It didn’t feel quite so much like a chore when it was so nice outside. But in her cheerful obliviousness, a misplaced step caught her by surprise and she fell painfully to the ground, unable to catch her balance with stack of plates in both hands.

"O-ow…" Olivia mumbled, rubbing her arm. She looked up, shaking herself out from her daze and realised what  just happened, "The plates!"

She burned a bright red as she glanced around, cringing as many of them lay in pieces, with the leftover food mostly on the ground and on her.

[grandmastermystery]

Things were quiet after breakfast. Most everyone had finished eating and went outside to train. Robin, however, stayed inside to study some new strategies. As she mapped out the next route, a loud crash came from the kitchen area. Hopefully Chrom hadn't tried to help and broken something again... 

Stepping into the kitchen, Robin saw Olivia crouched down on the floor, picking up broken shards of plates. The dancer's face was beet red, and upon meeting eyes with Robin, she more hurriedly cleaned up the mess. 

Bending down to help, Robin smiled at Olivia. "I assume you're the one who caused this. It's funny since you're always so quiet." Olivia seemed scared. "Don't worry about it, we can replace the plates. It will be fine." 

[grandmastermystery]

"Tactician, I feel I should inform you that your son obtained a minor injury while sparring with me earlier. I would not put it past the foolish child to ignore the wound until it is infected. Ensure your spawn is tending to it."

"Ah, did Morgan challenge you? I'm sure he's fine, but thank you for letting me know. I'll go find him soon." 

[frederikthewary]

Walking Into War || Frederick and Robin

[grandmastermystery]

Robin chuckled. 

"If you insist. I think you’re more frightened of eating bear meat than you are of trudging through a desert crowded with Risen. Come now, let’s be on our way."  

Grabbing her tome, Robin headed towards the camp so that she may direct the Shepherds. 

[frederikthewary]

Adjusting his grip on the reins of his horse, Frederick followed along Robin’s side as she approached camp.

Frederick scoffed. “Naturally! I’m prepared for battle at any time. I’ve worked my whole life to become the fighter that I am. Eating certain meats, on the other hand, is not something I have ever had to concern myself with.”

"Eating bear meat is not a skill that will protect our Exalt, Robin!"

[grandmastermystery]

"No, it is not. But a knight must eat something to survive."

Robin stared off into the distance as they walked along. Frederick was always so serious. Being a knight must involve a lot of determination. It was really no wonder that Frederick was so dedicated to his duties. 

"Hm? What is that?"

Looking up, Robin noticed that the camp wasn't as she had remembered it looking when she had left. Something must have gone wrong. 

[velvettaguel]

Time to Pretend || Panne & Robin

It was common for the Shepherds to take breaks between battles. Any opportunity to rest and enjoy the little things of life in the calm that came after each win was jumped at. The army had found their way to live as happily as they could even in difficult times.

Not everyone was capable of viewing things with such open minds, though. Quite a few of the shepherds had buried most pleasant thoughts behind a wall of negative memories. Panne was one of those people.

While others left camp to visit nearby villages, the Taguel often found herself on her own. She would remain in her tent, train on her own, or sometimes even take walks through the surrounding woods. Today though, she followed a different step. Panne found herself in town at the same time as many of the others, despite having wandered off on her own once more. 

Off on her own, things were much different than her days before joining Chrom and the others. Rather than being feared and hunted, she was left alone. It was as though the people viewed her as nothing different from themselves. Or perhaps as something worth ignoring above all else. She preferred to pretend that it had always been this way. 

Panne spent the majority of the day doing a little shopping of her own. She never cared for the times that the tactician would take it into her own hands to buy Panne’s armor and other provisions for her. She was just finishing purchasing a bag of assorted vegetables when she turned to another standing behind her. Were they waiting for her?

"You. What do you want?"

[grandmastermystery]

Loaded down with armor and weapons for the Shepherds, Robin could hardly see what was in front of her. Even shopping had become exhausting these days; she was always buying armor and weapons for the others. Not that she minded, of course. Someone had to do it. 

Robin didn't realize that she had almost bumped into someone at first. She stood in front of a little path that served as a shortcut back to camp. Then, she realized who was standing in front of her. 

"Panne, is that you? I'm sorry I nearly ran into you!" 

Robin readjusted her stance and set a few items down so that she could speak to Panne. Getting to know the troops was an important part of being a tactician. 

"I was just on my way back to camp after picking up tools for the Shepherds." 

[grandmastermystery]

"Mother! There you are! Would you walk over there for a moment, please?" Morgan asked the tactician with a wide-eyed smile. He seemed much too eager to have her go towards a slightly depressed part of a nearby path...

"Hello Morgan. I’m sorry, I’m a little busy at the moment. Do you need something? We can just talk here." 

Looking in the direction that Morgan was pointing, Robin became suspicious. There was absolutely nothing of interest down that dark and narrow path. Why would he want her to go over there? Robin knew her son was up to something. 

[concussiontactician]

"Oh—um," the boy hesitated, clearly attempting to come up with a way in which to manipulate the situation.

"Th-There’s something I want to show you! Would you come with me, please? It’s really quite amazing!"

[grandmastermystery]

"You know, you're acting awfully suspicious..." 

Taking another glance over in the direction in which Morgan was pointing, Robin noticed a pile of leaves that appeared to be covering something up. She grinned. 

"Did you set up a trap for me?"