"All cheer for the Exalt", I heard those endless cries in that tavern. Where, where did everything go wrong? I, the great tactician who led this country in a bloody war over some magical shield, am left destitute in some tavern.

As I took a gulp of mead, I look around me, I see people in joyous celebration for the Exalt's wedding. Of course everybody was naturally excited: the "great" and "gallant" and "honorable" (and so on and so forth) Chrom had finally picked a bride to rule the kingdom with. That dastard knew I was courting her, and what did he do? He proposed to her, knowing of my efforts, and when I confronted him about it he cut me off from my payments from the war.

I finish my drink in one hard gulp, trying to erase the pain, "Server, another round if you would so kindly?" I hand him a gold coin even though it should be a silver coin, I didn't care; all I wanted to do is forget, forget my troubles, forget my pain, forget everything. It's funny, I thought I knew them, the Exalt and her bride, but no, goes to show how dishonorable people can be.

I look around me as I downed my - wait, what was it, third or fourth round? I didn't care; as long as nobody I know sees me I'll be fine. The server, a visibly experienced man with graying hair, asked something - I might as well humor him to keep up the façade - "Something wrong? You seem like your best friend just betrayed you."

Why does he care? It is not like my personal affairs interest him; better drive him away for now.

"Server, you do your job I'll do mine. Besides, why do you care? It is not as if this bears some import."

The keeper drops his voice to a whisper just audible enough to hear him over the general "the Exalt just got married" party; "I know who you are, you are General Richard of the Yillisan army." Right then and there I froze for a moment, does this man know me, how does he know me and who is this man. Then he speaks more. "I know who you are; you are the man who killed the mad king Gangrel. I owe you a debt, my family was starving until you brought him down. King Chrom did not kill Gangrel; it was you and your brilliant strategies that destroyed his army. I was there that day; the day you brought your army. I was a soldier who fought for Gangrel under the threat of death."

Finally, a man who knows of me and gave me full merit for my work; of course Chrom did not kill the mad king, for if it was not for me the army would have been disorganized and killed. Another thought came over to my head, but before I could elaborate on said thought he began to speak again, "look, I what that man did to you was dishonorable, pathetic even; I know people who you may use to enact revenge on him. Those people are people who need a leader, they have no state they have nothing and they have heard of you" he shows me a piece of thick parchment to show his membership in this fraternity, his name was Dalton of the Obscurati. "Please lead us, we will be faithful and we shall follow your every word."

I showed a stoic expression but inside I was in shock, I of all people had a cult following; yes, revenge for the Exalt's insolence would be great but I want to time it so I could humiliate him, his honor, his pride, his Halidom, his bride, his servants, his army, his court, his religion, everything. I lack the resources to do so but now that this man comes to me and gives me the resources to do so.

Trust, how can I trust Dalton, for all I could know it could be a trap set up by Gangrel's followers to sequestrate me and use that as a bargaining chip for the exalt. But I have nothing to lose, I have nothing in this world, no memories of my past life, and the memories I made since I woke up under that tree I wish I could forget, I have no love, no state, nothing. I might as well take this man up on his offer, maybe tomorrow since I want to have weapons on me if anything happens.

"Dalton, I wish to take you up on your offer, I wish to humiliate the exalt chrom and his kingdom of Ylisse. And to give your group a leader, how about I show up tomorrow night? Surely you need to inform your group of my arrival."

"Of Course General Robin." Said Dalton as he wrote down on a peace of parchment and handed it to me. "You can find us here, make sure you are not followed; do say, have you a bed tonight?"

"No, why do you ask?"

"Upstairs there is an unoccupied room stay in there if you want, you can also find a ladder to the roof near there if you want some fresh air, by all means stay." He says as he hands me a key.

"Thank you for your hospitality Dalton, let me pick something up from my storage vault in the bank."

"Of course General Robin, this place is bound to stay open for a while so take your time." The grizzled war veteran extended his hand.

"There is no need for formalities, just call me Robin." I take his hand and shake it and then after take my leave for the bank. I need to retrieve my gear. I am outside in the cold snowy Feroxi night; it cold feels pleasant as I embrace the cold. I must go back to the tavern; my head is pounding from all that drinking. As I head back it is late at night and it seems that the festivities had died down.

I entered the tavern and Dalton is still serving drinks but everyone was drunk and the party had slowed dramatically. Upstairs had a very comfortable feel the room I stayed in was very, homey, even though I don't I never had a home, well as long as I could remember, Which wasn't too far ago. I lay in my bed on how I would humiliate Chrom, I would probably join his Sheppards if he "needs" me again. Then I can and will stab him in the back when I regained his trust but not before I make him suffer. Drowsiness takes hold of me as the warm fire dies down. I embrace the darkness and rest.