In the country of Ylisse, there was a tactition in his early twenties in Chrom's group, the Shepards, he keeps to himself. But he's forced to come up with goofy plans that somehow work. He hates being a tactition, so he became a Knight, but that didn't change anything. "Erargh! Darn it all!" shouted the Knight-tactition. "I put on this armor in hopes of being ignored, like Kellam. NOPE." Kellam, one of his close friends, often gets ignored despite being huge and clad in armor, it's dumb how it happens really. "Now, Connie, -verbose nonsense-", said an obviously intelligent mage. Her name is Miriel, Connie's, the tactition, wife. "-more wordy words-". "I know, Miriel. Gods, I just wish Chrom would rely on his own brain for once. It's like he only knows how to slap things with that sword of his.".

Meanwhile, in another part of camp Chrom was a young Manakete girl, uhh, in Manakete years anyway, her name is Nowi. She is searching for something... "Ohhh...! I know I dropped it around here somewhere... Aha! No.. Oh hey! ...This isn't it either..." Nowi searched everywhere, in bushes, the bath tent, the weapon tent, the kitchen tent, the tent tent, everywhere. "*Sniff* Ohhh!", Nowi sobbed, "I'm just a useless girl without my dragonstone!". A sharp-eyed looking man approched the Manakete, he obviously knows her well enough to creep up on her while she's crying. "Nowi, we've been through this before. You're a woman, not a little girl.". Nowi looked up and made a weird smile, "Lon'goo hewp me pwease? I lost my dragonstone, and husbands help their wives and Imightbepregnant.". Lon'qu stared at her, puzzled and mostly confused. "What?"

"I lost my dragonstone."

"No, what did you say after that?"

"Husbands help their wives?"

"No! You said you might be pregnant! How?!"

"Oh! That! Well, silly, when a mommy and a daddy love each other they bring their bodies super close! Only you cried and sobbed and-"

Lon'qu put his hand over Nowi's mouth and looked around to see if anyone has heard her. It was just Gregor and Vaike. Gregor had a raised eyebrow, but he didn't care. Yet Vaike had a smug look on his face, practically mocking Lon'qu. "I'll kill them later", thought Lon'qu. "Look, Nowi, it was my first time ever being that close to a woman! Not that I found it unpleasant or anything... Anyway! We should talk to Miriel about your supposed 'pregnacy'." "Why Miriel, Lon'goo?" inquired Nowi with a head tilt. "Because she's smart enough and she's probably a doctor. She does use healing staves after all.".

Back in Connie's tent, Miriel was observing a very precious stone. "Hey, Miriel, what do you have there?" Connie asked while eating a pie. "It's a dragonstone, dear. I want to know how it allows a Manakete to assume their dragon forms and -intellectual drivel-", Miriel droned on in her usual tone. "Well, sweetie, it might be better to observe a Manakete in action. Where did you find it anyway? It looks like Nowi's." "Ah, I found it in the garbage tent, I wondered how anyone could throw away such a powerful object"