I finally get to publish this! :D I've been meaning to start working on it for a while now...but it's summer vacation now so I have all day!
So, like I said, this is a rewrite of "Thawing a Cold Heart". Jasmine's personality and past changes quite a lot in this story, just saying if you expect her to be the same.
Enjoy!
"Sorry milord, but it was Lord Uther's orders..." Oswin said, somewhat apologetically as he bowed his head.
Hector huffed angrily, crossing his arms across his armored chest. "I knew that he couldn't trust me! As if Matthew here wasn't enough!" he said and before Matthew could respond, a high-pitched and extremely annoying voice came into the conversation.
"Don't forget about me!" Serra said as she skipped toward them with a smile, causing Oswin to mumble something underneath his breath.
"Serra!" Hector groaned, putting a hand to his face. "What are you doing here?"
"Lord Uther wanted me to come too!"
"He just likes to torture me, doesn't he?"
"Oh don't be shy now, Lord Hector! You shouldn't talk to your fiancé like that!"
"How many times must I tell you? You and I are NOT getting married!"
"There's no need to be so embarrassed!"
"Serra, I-"
"Ssh!" Matthew hissed, putting his index finger to his lips. "I hear something," he whispered before quickly running off and before Hector could even comprehend what was going on, Matthew came back. "There's a fight up ahead!" he said and Hector grinned, picking up his axe and shouldering it.
"We can't just sit here and wait then, can we?"
Hector groaned as he swung his axe around, chopping off his opponent's head. "I need a little help over here!" he shouted, glancing over his shoulder as Oswin stuck a lance in his opponent.
"I'm coming, milord!" he said but before he could go help him, he got attacked by a few members of the enemy, causing Hector to groan again. As he turned back around, his eyes widened once realizing that his opponent had gotten up and was now flying through the air, his sword aimed toward his head. Hector didn't have enough time to react and as he shut his eyes, he heard a clang and then an ear-piercing scream. He opened his eyes to find his foe on the ground in a pool of blood, and standing beside the corpse was Oswin, breathing heavily.
"Lord Hector!" he exclaimed, looking over at him worriedly. "Are you alright?"
"Yes I'm fine..."
"Good...now be more careful next time!" he said as another foe came flying by and Hector swung his axe, causing Oswin to take a step back, barely avoiding the axe as it cut off the opponent's head.
"Matthew, come help!" Oswin shouted as he too started to fight another person.
"Sorry, no can do!" Matthew shouted from behind, causing Hector and Oswin to look back at him. He grinned widely. "Tactician's orders," he said, pointing a thumb at a girl that appeared to be around eighteen years old who stood beside him, Serra chattering beside her.
Hector furrowed his eyebrows. "What, a tactician? I don't remember hiring a tactician!"
"Take a step back!" the girl shouted suddenly and Hector quickly obliged, looking back toward his opponent, who just landed in front of him. "Matthew, you can go help a little now. Serra, stay back!" she ordered and Matthew, slyly grinning, quickly ran toward Hector and Oswin, unsheathing his daggers.
"Aww I can go help too!" Serra whined, starting to walk toward the commotion, causing the tactician to yelp.
"No! Serra, you come back here!" she shouted, and though she was at a distance to be able to pull the cleric back, she didn't. Letting out a wordless growl, she quickly called Matthew back and had him guard her. "You two, blue head and knight! Advance forward, but get farther from each other!" she said and the two hesitantly obliged, only after Matthew told them to trust her.
"Straighten your posture, boy!" Marcus snapped at Lowen, who quickly obliged as he attempted to strike his opponent, but missed.
"Is that Hector?" Eliwood asked, slightly tilting his head to the left, mostly talking to himself as he noticed a blue headed person nearby.
"Watch out, milord!" Marcus shouted and Eliwood let out a yelp once noticing an enemy advancing toward him. He slashed forward but the enemy easily dodged, and even bothered to snort as he slashed Eliwood's leg, who let out a cry and dropped down to his knees. Before the foe could further harm Eliwood, Marcus quickly put his lance through his chest. The enemy screamed before falling onto the ground and Marcus quickly helped Eliwood onto his horse.
"Are you alright, milord?"
"Yes, of course," Eliwood said, smiling weakly, his voice coming out strained.
Marcus frowned worriedly. "I believe I might have a vulnery..." he mumbled, looking through his pouch.
"Eliwood!" Hector shouted and Eliwood looked up, a grin flashing across his face once recognizing the blue headed lord.
"Hector, is really it you?" he said and he got down from the horse, only to fall flat on the ground, yelping.
"Eliwood!" Hector shouted, his grin slipping off his face and he started to run off toward his friend despite the tactician's orders.
"Wait! Hold your ground!" she shouted but he ignored her, running toward his friend, dropping his axe, causing the tactician to put her hand to her face and groan. "Matthew, go protect him, and you, knight, protect Serra," she said and the two nodded and did as they were told.
"Watch out, young master!" Matthew shouted as he ran toward him, noticing the last of the enemy running toward Hector from behind, his sword high up in the air.
"Huh?" Hector said as he turned around and as he did, the sword collided with his armor.
"Die!" the foe shouted as he brought his sword up to slash Hector's head, but he dropped to the ground with a scream and Hector let out a deep breath, noticing an arrow poking out from the man's chest.
"Whew, that was close!" a girl with green braids said, smiling as she wiped her forehead with her palm.
"Lord Hector!" Oswin boomed angrily, dragging Hector's axe with him. "That was a very dangerous thing to do! You could've been killed!"
Hector snorted. "Oh c'mon, I would've been fine."
"No, you wouldn't have! You need to be more careful, Hector!" Eliwood scolded as he walked toward him.
Hector rolled his eyes. "What's the fun in that? Oh and are you okay? I saw you fall from the horse..."
Eliwood sighed, smiling as he shook his head. "Yes I'm fine Marcus had a vulnery...what are you doing here anyway?"
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot. I've come to help you find your father!" the blue headed lord said, grinning down at his friend.
"This is a dangerous journey, Hector. It's not a fun little game. It's serious."
"I know, but you're my best friend! We're going to find your old man and get him back!" Hector said in a determined voice.
Eliwood chuckled. "I guess your mind's set. I hope you know what you're in for."
"I know what I'm doing!"
"Half the time you're not," Matthew said and snickered, causing Hector to glare at him.
"Perhaps you should introduce me to him, Hector," Eliwood said, smiling at Matthew.
"Lord Hector, you need to introduce me first!" Serra squealed as she ran toward the group, the tactician following hesitantly.
Hector rolled his eyes. "This is Serra, she's a cleric, believe it or not."
Serra giggled, twirling a pigtail. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lord Eliwood."
"The pleasure is mine," he said, smiling warmly at her.
"That's Matthew. He does a lot of...sneaking around," Hector said, gesturing toward the spy.
"Milord," Matthew said and snickered a bit as he bowed.
"Sneaking...around..." Eliwood mumbled. "That sounds like a job of a thief," he said, glancing over at Hector and Matthew only smirked in response as he straightened up.
"Don't worry about it. So anyways, I've heard about this group from Bern that's been sneaking around in Lycia."
"Oh!" Eliwood said, slamming his fist against his palm. "I just remembered! One of the men that attacked us said that he'd be watching me...that someone needed me dead."
"That's not good..." Hector mumbled, putting a gloved finger to his chin. "Even more the reason for me to come, huh?"
Eliwood chuckled and nodded. "I suppose so...and Jasmine, is that you?" he asked, glancing over at the tactician, who stood around awkwardly by the group, glancing around at everyone around her warily.
"Lord Eliwood," she said, looking over at him and smiling slightly. "It's been awhile," she said and Hector turned around, getting his first good look of the tactician. She looked to be around eighteen years old, had brown corkscrew curls that fell to her chest, she wore a light blue shirt, a lavender skirt, and light brown boots. She had a slender yet softly curved nose, baby blue eyes, and a long scar that came from her right cheek, right by her ear, and it cut a little through the side of her bottom lip, ending at her chin.
"It sure has been awhile! How've you been?"
"I've been good. How are you?" she answered, her eyes continuing to flick back and forth at the people near her. She paused for a moment, her eyes widening at Dorcas, who smiled and nodded at her.
"I'm good as well!...what are you doing here?" he asked, continuing to smile as he looked at her, causing her to shrug slightly.
"I was just walking by and decided to help out in this little battle," she said, looking back at the redhead.
"I know!" Serra shrieked, jumping up and down in excitement. "You should join us!"
"Serra!" Hector huffed, glaring down at the cleric. "You can't just go around making decisions like that!"
"Actually," Eliwood said thoughtfully, putting an index finger to his chin. "I think it's a good idea."
Hector raised his eyebrows as Serra grinned widely and Hector grabbed Eliwood's shoulders. "We need to talk this out first," he said and glanced over at Jasmine.
"Oh, uh, can you wait for a moment Jasmine?" Eliwood asked her politely and she nodded as they walked a little further away so she couldn't hear.
"We barely know her! For all we know she could be a mass murderer!" Hector hissed, throwing his hands up in exaggeration.
Eliwood laughed. "She's not a mass murderer, Hector. She accompanied Lyndis to Caelin and if I may say so myself, you might as well be dead right now if she hadn't come along."
Hector crossed his arms across his armored chest, scowling. "I could've handled that fight perfectly well on my own."
"Oh PLEASE, Lord Hector," Serra chirped. "What would you have done without ME?"
"I would have perfect hearing, that's for sure."
"You're so mean!"
"What if this girl's as loud as Serra?"
"She's not, young master," Matthew said in a matter of a fact tone. "She's quite nice, actually, though she didn't talk to me much..." he trailed off.
"What of her records?" Hector whispered, leaning in closer and flickering his eyes toward Jasmine warily. She was talking to Dorcas, smiling and nodding as he talked.
"They're clean as far as I know it. I didn't get that much information on her, however."
"Why is that?"
"I couldn't find any diaries or anything! Even though I tried to talk it out of her, rather smoothly as always, she wouldn't tell me anything!" he huffed, looking rather frustrated. "I usually get information pretty easily...but she's a tough egg to crack."
Hector frowned and looked back at Eliwood. "See? I don't know if we should really trust her."
Eliwood sighed. "I trust her, and that's more than enough. Just give her a chance. What's there to lose?"
"My money," Hector grumbled and Matthew snickered.
"Umm...if you guys are done I think I'll get going," Jasmine said from behind, causing everyone to turn around and look at her.
Hector mumbled something underneath his breath before looking down at her. "Would you like to work for me?" he asked and she blinked up at him a few times before responding.
"...work for you...as a tactician?"
"Yes, as a tactician."
"Uh...I don't know..." she said, shrugging.
"Please, Jasmine? It'll mean a lot to me!" Eliwood said with begging eyes and a warm smile, causing her to look at him before looking back up at Hector.
"...okay," she said a bit hesitantly, though she managed to smile.
"Terrific! Now we head for the castle!"
Hector grinned widely. "Let's get a move on."
Hector huffed in frustration as he threw the sticks down at the ground, crossing his arms across his chest with furrowed eyebrows. "I can't make a fire!"
"Here, let me try," Eliwood said as he put the stick in the larger piece of wood and started to spin the stick between his hands. After a few moments he stopped, sighing heavily as he put the stick down, frowning.
"Allow me, milord," Marcus said as he walked up to the lords and he bent down on his knee, taking the stick between his palms. With speed that was thought to be impossible, he spun the stick between his palms and within a few seconds, sparks began to fly off and onto the dead leaves and sticks that were the base of the fire. More sparks flew off and a small fire began to form. "Rebecca, bring me some more firewood!" he ordered and the archer quickly ran off. She returned in a few moments and handed him the firewood, which he threw in the pit of the fire, causing it to grow. Marcus took a few steps back and he sat on a log, looking around his surroundings.
"Now all we have to do is worry about dinner," Hector grumbled.
Rebecca grinned widely. "No worries, Lord Hector! I do some cooking myself and I've been cooking for our group before you came. Would you like me to cook some stew? Hmm...that might be a little hard since we don't have many ingredients. Will rabbit do? Is there anything in particular you want me to cook?"
"I don't care what it is, as long as it's good!" he said, grinning up at her and she smiled.
"Yes, whatever works for you, Rebecca, we'll eat," Eliwood said, smiling up at her and she nodded before happily skipping off to go hunt some rabbits.
"Lord Hector!" Serra shrieked as she stomped toward him, her eyebrows slightly furrowed. "Do you expect me to sleep in THAT?" she exclaimed, pointing at the blue tent behind her.
"Of course."
"I REFUSE! I deserve to sleep in a bed, in a hotel!"
"We're all sleeping in tents from now on, Serra. You just have to get used to it."
She gaped at him for a moment. "But I'm your fiancé! I need much more than a blanket in a tent!"
"Your fiancé?" Eliwood repeated with wide eyes, looking from Serra to Hector. "You never told me that you were engaged!"
Hector groaned and Serra giggled at his response. "We are NOT engaged. She just says that to annoy me!"
"Oh come now Lord Hector, you know that you love me! I mean really, who DOESN'T love me? I'm so beautiful and nice it's impossible to hate me!" she said, flipping one of her pink pigtails.
"Beautiful and nice?" Hector repeated with raised eyebrows, snorting.
"Yes, beautiful, nice, kind, caring, loving, smart-"
"That's enough!" Hector snapped. "We all know that you are NONE of those things!"
Serra gasped and Eliwood scolded him. "Hector, that is a very rude thing to say!"
"It's the truth."
"It's okay, Lord Eliwood. Lord Hector is obviously too distracted and embarrassed by my beauty that he can only lie to cover up his feelings."
"That most definitely is NOT true."
"It is too! There's no reason to be so embarrassed!"
"I'm not embarrassed!"
"Ah, those look delicious, Rebecca," Eliwood said, smoothly making his way out of the conversation, glancing over at Rebecca who held a few dead rabbits in her hand and Jasmine held a large pot of water as she walked beside her.
"Why thank you, Lord Eliwood!" she said cheerfully as Jasmine gently placed the pot over the fire and Rebecca put the rabbits in.
"Please, just call me Eliwood."
"Oh yes sorry, I keep on forgetting."
"There's no reason to apologize."
"Well sorry for apologizing!" she said, grinning widely and Eliwood chuckled, all the while as Hector and Serra continued to argue with each other. Jasmine was quiet as she sat down on the grass, a bit further from the four, not quite in or out of the small circle as she looked at them warily. Eliwood, noticing this, quickly ushered her closely and she obliged.
"Is dinner ready yet?" Matthew called out as he walked toward them, Oswin following.
"Almost!" Rebecca said as she drew the rabbits out of the boiling water, giving each one a quick shake before putting them on a cutting board, one at a time. "It's too bad that we have to cut off so much of it," she said as she tossed the carcass aside, revealing the small amount of beautiful brown meat with a redd-ish pink inside, making it medium rare.
"Oooh that looks delicious, Miss. Rebecca," Oswin said as he watched her continue to cut more rabbits.
She smiled, glancing up at him. "Thank you, but you can just call me Rebecca!"
"Very well."
"Dinner's ready!" Rebecca shouted as she placed the plates which had rabbit on it on the table. The few others that were off sparring or off doing their own business made their way to the fire and the small group. Everyone got up on their own, taking some rabbit before sitting down, whether it was on the grass or on a log. They continued to talk as they ate and Rebecca sat beside Jasmine in the grass.
The archer smiled at the tactician. "Hi! I'm Rebecca, though I'm sure you already know that!"
"I'm Jasmine," she responded, glancing over at Rebecca, almost as if she was scrutinizing her.
"Yeah, I know!" she said cheerfully, not even noticing the look that Jasmine was giving her. "It's really cool how you're a tactician! Is it hard?"
"Sort of," she said, shrugging as she looked back at her plate and popped a piece of rabbit in her mouth.
"I bet it's really hard! You know, I'm still starting off as an archer and all, so don't be too mad at me if I miss a couple of enemies!"
"I won't be mad."
"Oh good! You seem nice and all so I don't want to make you made or anything, you know?"
"...me, nice?" she said, her eyebrows rising as she looked back at Rebecca, looking taken aback.
"Yeah!"
"...you barely know me."
"Yeah but you seem really nice!"
"Thanks," Jasmine said, smiling warmly before taking another bite of her rabbit.
"No problem. Wow I can't believe it's already this dark...it felt like the sun was just setting!" Rebecca said as she looked up at the vast black sky, the stars winking down at her.
Jasmine nodded as she put her plate down and took a sip of water from her canteen. "I guess it's time to go to sleep," she said, glancing around at the others, who were starting to finish eating as well.
"Oh yeah," Eliwood said as he put his plate down and glanced around at his comrades. "We're going to have to share tents. I'd say two people in one tent will do."
"Do you want to be my tent buddy?" Rebecca asked Jasmine excitedly, grinning at her.
Jasmine smiled back. "Yeah sure," she said and the two stood up, walking over to a tent and stepping in. Matthew's shrieks were heard across the camp and perhaps could even be heard from a village nearby.
"WHY DO I HAVE TO BE STUCK WITH SERRA?"
"Good morning," Rebecca said as she looked up from the pot at Marcus, who smiled and nodded in return.
"Good morning, Rebecca. You're up early, as usual."
"As are you, Sir Marcus," she said as Oswin walked out of the tent he now shared with Marcus and walked toward the two, smiling and nodding at them. "Would you two like breakfast already?" she asked, looking at the leftover rabbit in the pot over the fire.
"Yes, thank you," Oswin said as he walked up her and she took out the slices of rabbit, placing it on a plate and handing it to him, Marcus following. As Rebecca entertained them with her talking, Hector and Eliwood came out a bit later; the sun was already risen and shining brightly.
Eliwood looked clean cut as usual but Hector's hair was all over the place and he yawned as he took the food that Rebecca handed him. They sat on a log and quietly started to eat their food.
"Where are Marcus and Oswin?" Eliwood asked Rebecca, glancing over at her, for the two were gone.
"They're sparring."
"Ah, well that's good."
"You and I have to spar soon, Eliwood!" Hector said, grinning as he shoved a slice of rabbit in his mouth.
"Yes we do, and don't talk with your mouth full."
Hector rolled his eyes. "We're in the wild. I can do whatever I want!"
Eliwood sighed, shaking his head though he smiled. "You just wait until I tell Lord Uther."
"Ooh I'm soooo scared," he said, rolling his eyes.
Eliwood chuckled before looking up at the sky, squinting before looking back at his plate of food. "We must get going soon. Where's-" Matthew groaned as he ran out of his tent, clutching onto his head.
Hector smirked. "How was your night, Matthew?"
He shot daggers at him with his eyes as he took the food from Rebecca. "Are you trying to start a fight with me, young master?"
His smirk only grew. "Of course I'm not trying to! I'm just asking you how your night was!"
Matthew rolled his eyes as he took sat down on the grass. "It was TERRIBLE! She talked for hours and when she finally fell asleep, she kept on rolling over and snoring!"
"That's what you get for bunking with her," he said, snickering and Matthew glared at him as he took a bite of his rabbit.
"I'm HEREEE~~~" Serra shrieked as she walked toward them with a smile. "I bet you all missed me!"
Matthew groaned. "I forgot to add that she woke up before even the sun started to rise to brush her hair. BRUSH HER HAIR!"
"Well it takes a lot of work to be this beautiful," Serra said, flinging one of her pigtails as she took a plate of food from the table. Lowen, Dorcas, and Bartre also made their way to the group, grabbing plates with rabbit on it.
"You should work on trying to be more quiet than beautiful," Hector mumbled and Matthew snickered.
Serra sighed, shaking her head as she sat down on a log carefully as to not ruin her dress. "Really, Lord Hector, you need to appreciate me for what I do!"
"Hmm...do you really even do anything?"
"I save your life all the time and my beauty is something to admire!"
"Everyone's awake...other than Jasmine," Eliwood said as Rebecca sat down next to him, taking a bite of her breakfast.
"Should I go wake her up?"
"Yes I think it's for the best...we got to get going soon."
Rebecca nodded, putting her plate down and she walked over to her tent. "Jasmine?" she said as she opened up the flap, walking in to find the tactician still fast asleep. "Jasmine you need to wake up!" she said, raising her voice slightly but she got no response. "JASMINE!" she shouted but Jasmine merely rolled on her other side, her eyes still closed. Frowning, Rebecca got down on her knees and shook Jasmine's shoulders. "Jasmine!"
The tactician's eyes quickly opened and she yelped, jumping out of her blanket and took a few steps away from Rebecca. "W-what?" she said, her eyes wide and alert as she stared at Rebecca, who was slightly taken aback by her response.
"Oh sorry, I didn't mean to scare you or anything! Lo-err Eliwood told me to wake you up because we have to go soon."
"Okay," she said quietly though she didn't relax, still eying Rebecca warily. "I'll change and be out."
Rebecca smiled and nodded. "Okay," she said before walking out and back to the others to finish her breakfast.
"Is she awake now?" Eliwood asked as he noticed Rebecca sit back down next to him, picking up her plate.
"Yes she's changing right now...she'll be out in a few minutes."
"Good," he said, nodding before standing up. "Come on Hector; let's go start to put away the tents."
Hector groaned, looking away from Serra and Matthew, the two he had been talking to, and looked up at Eliwood with pursed lips. "Do we have to?"
"Yes."
He frowned before standing up, towering over Eliwood and they walked off to put away their tent as Jasmine walked to the small group to get her breakfast. She sat beside Matthew, though there was enough room between the two for another person to sit between them.
"You still have trouble waking up on time?" Matthew teased as he glanced over at Jasmine, who took a bite of her rabbit.
"Oh shut up, at least I got some sleep," she said, smirking slightly as she looked at him, her eyes flickering toward Serra before back at the spy.
He pursed his lips. "That's true...how about you and I switch bunk buddies?" She paused for a moment, glancing over at Rebecca warily and she almost seemed to consider the idea.
Before she could say anything, Rebecca interrupted. "No way I'm letting you do that! I'm sticking with Jasmine!" she said, grinning as she put her plate away in a bag with all of the other silverware.
"Why would you even think about switching tent buddies?" Serra said, frowning widely. "Is it because I'm too beautiful that you can't stand it? Or perhaps it's because I'm so undeniably smart?"
"It's because you're so undeniably annoying," he snapped, causing her to gasp.
"Matthew! You don't need to lie to me just to get my attention!" she said as Jasmine got up and put her plate away.
"You guys need to clean up your tents too," Hector said as he and Eliwood walked up to them. Lowen, Bartre, and Dorcas, who all had to share a tent together, glanced over at each other before standing up and walking off to their tent.
"What about Sir Marcus and Oswin? They haven't packed their tent!" Serra said.
"Actually, they already did."
"Fine, then you put away the tent, Matthew."
"Hey! Most of the stuff in there is yours! You have to at least take it all out!"
"There's no way that I'm doing that," Serra huffed, crossing her arms across her chest.
"If I'm packing up the tent, you have to at least take out your own stuff."
"He's right, Serra," Hector said and Serra sighed as she stood up.
"Fine, but I'm only doing this for you, Lord Hector," she said and he rolled her eyes as she walked off with Matthew to their tent.
"I guess we should pack ours up too, Jasmine," Rebecca said, looking at the blue eyed tactician, who nodded. They walked to their tent and walked inside, starting to stuff their blankets into their bags.
"Serra's very talkative," Rebecca stated, smiling, for she was trying to start up a conversation.
"Yes, she talks way too much," Jasmine grumbled, smiling slightly as she rolled up her blanket and stuffed it into her bag. She picked up a map that had somehow made its way to Rebecca's side of the tent and she walked back to her side, slightly hunched over, for the tent wasn't tall enough for either girl to stand up straight.
"She seems nice though," Rebecca commented, nodding as she put her brush into her bag.
Jasmine snorted. "You don't know the half of it," she grumbled, causing Rebecca to giggle as Jasmine yawned for a moment, stretching. She grabbed her bag and hoisted it over her shoulder before glancing over at Rebecca, who was still cleaning her stuff up. She stared at her thoughtfully for a few moments before turning back around and walking out the tent. Rebecca came out a few moments later, her bag over her shoulder, and the two started to break down the tent.
"There we go," Rebecca said, smiling as she put the folded up tent in her arms before she looked over at Jasmine. "We're all done!" she said and Jasmine nodded at her before turning around, walking back toward the now-dead fire to find that all of their comrades were already there.
"Ah, there you two are," Eliwood said, smiling warmly at the two as they made their way to the group. "We were just going to start introducing ourselves...shall I start?" he asked, glancing around and nobody objected, allowing him to continue. "I'm Eliwood of Pherae," he said, smiling and nodding at his new comrades. "I hope we can all endure this journey and make the best of it. Hector?" he said, glancing over at his friend beside him, who sighed.
"I'm Hector of Ostia...let's have some fun on this trip," he said, his arms crossed across his chest as he looked over at everybody.
"I'm Matthew, and let's just say...I have nifty fingers," he said, grinning and Eliwood looked over at him, raising an eyebrow slightly.
"I'm Serra and I'm the best cleric of all time as well as the most beautiful!" Serra squealed, smiling as she looked over at everyone.
"I'm Bartre," a man beside Serra said. He had short brown hair and a steel headband was wrapped around his head. He wore a ripped blue tank top and some brown pants that matched his brown boots. Muscles rippled across his arms as he adjusted his axe on his shoulder. "I like to fight."
The man beside Bartre was standing up straight, his tan buckled boots matching his tan armor. He had purple hair and purple facial hair on his chin. Underneath his armor was a darker shade of tan and he wore white pants. "My name is Marcus, a proud server of Pherae," Marcus said, bowing to everybody.
Beside the Pheraen was a man who was around thirty or so with short brown hair and he wore thick orange armor. He had a stern face, making him look a bit older than he truly was. "I'm Oswin and I serve Ostia."
"Err...I'm, uh, Lowen," a boy around sixteen or so said, his teal hair covering his eyes, and a few people wondered if he could see under that mess. He wore a standard black long-sleeved shirt underneath his golden armor and grey-green pants. "I'm a Cavalier and I serve Pherae."
"I'm Dorcas," a man with brown hair said, shouldering his axe. He wore a yellow tank top and plain dark green pants, which were ripped up by the end. Instead of boots, he wore sandals that wrapped around his foot. "I'm an axe-man."
"I'm Rebecca, an archer," the green haired archer said happily, her green braids bouncing as she turned her head to look at everyone clearly. A bright lime green bandana was wrapped around her head and she wore a light brown skirt, her black top lightly covered with shoulder and chest armor. A belt was wrapped around her skirt, a mini barrel hanging on it, full of arrows.
"I'm Jasmine," the tactician said, looking at her new comrades warily, shuffling her feet.
"Well," Eliwood said, clasping his hands. "Let's get going!"
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