Sorry, this is a day late, oops.

Enjoy~.

Robin had finally reached Ylisstol. She didn't really want to be in the capital of the Ylissean kingdom, but she was quickly running out of necessary supplies and Ylisstol was the closest town on the map.

Her Plegian cloak and dark Pegasus earned her a lot of stares and scared whispers from the villagers. The shopkeepers would quake in their boots or glare at her with the force of a thousand fires as she walked in the stores. In fact, she had already been stopped by several knights already, but with nothing truly incriminating to hold against her, she could continue on her way.

And yet, it would appear that she would be stopped once more.

"You. The one in the hood."

She stopped in her tracks at the address before turning to see who it was that called her out.

This man had an imposing figure, easily towering over her slightly below-average one. It also didn't help that he was decked in full armor and on top of his also fully armored horse, Silver Lance in hand. Still, she figured that he wouldn't be intimidated by her if he was the one walking his equine creature while she was on hers, Thoron tome in one hand and a Brave Sword in the other.

They weren't called Great Knights for nothing.

"Yes, sir?" If he was anything like the others, he would instantly be thrown off by her Ylissean dialect, rather than the "dirty" Plegian one.

And she was proven right once more, with his raised eyebrow.

"What are you doing here in Ylisstol, Plegian."

Even his question came out more as a demand.

"I am afraid you are mistaken, sir. I am a simple commoner girl from a little town on the edge of Ylisse. I have never been to Plegia. This robe is merely a gift from my mother. I doubt that she even knew that this robe was Plegian in origin."

Okay, well, you'd have to be pretty isolated or dumb not to notice the Grimleal insignia running across the sleeves of her cloak and it was a well-known fact that Grimleal hail from Plegia.

"A convenient lie. I do not believe your words."

He was as smart as he looked.

"I only speak the truth, sir."

"Nay. I don't think you do." He brandished his lance and pointed it towards her chest. "You are hereby under arrest until the truth of your origins is ascertained. Resistance is futile. Any attempts at escape will be considered treasonous and will result in your death."

Robin sighed. There was no way she was getting out of this one anytime soon.