Author's Note: Well, Merry (Late) Christmas/ Happy (Late) Holidays And Also Happy New Year. I feel bad about the super late update, but *shrug* I had a hard time with this chapter, so sue me if you want, but that'll change nothing. Anywho, thank you to my followers that follow even after hiatuses galore, I'll try to write more, but... It gets hard after a while. So, this is the chapter that's taken month and a half of restarting everything and starting from scratch. No promises on when the next update will be up, but it should be sometime next year. I hope you enjoy.~

In the morning, everything feels different. The overall gloom that had been present the last several days, or was it weeks, seemed to have dissipated a little bit. A little. When I wake, I see that my tent is completely empty, as if somebody cleared it out and only left me alone. I shrug, grabbing Fellblade and strapping it onto my belt. The first step outside of my tent, Flavis tackles me, dragging me away. I stop flailing when she brings me to our Strategizing Tent, Battle Tent, Battle Tent of Strategy? No one was very clear on the name. I haven't been in here since before Emmeryn's Great Fall, as the maps and whatnot were in the convoy when it burned. Flavia sets me down before shoving me through the opening of the Battle Tent of Strategy. I see very little before I fall to the ground, mostly a few pens and something on a table.

'That Blonde child of a ruler needs to be taught a lesson, wouldn't you agree Robin?' The voice says, 'Right after The Baldness-'

Less than a second after I hit the ground, I'm picked up by who I'm guessing the voice was referring to by the Baldness, Basillo. The voice shuts up when I actually see the contents of the table. Several maps of Plegia, pens and a single thin, seemingly empty, book.

'Congratulations Robin, you can now talk to all the people who don't trust you, yay.' the voice says, sarcasm and apathy woven into every word.

I grab the book, and see the only thing written, "Sorry for not being able to get you a bigger book, it's quite hard trying to lie to a salesman that you are both a dancer and an author, so to avoid being asked too many questions, I just opted to grab a smaller book. So, I'm sorry for taking up so much space in your Precious Book. Olivia"

Not knowing who Olivia is, I shrug, looking at the several maps, reorganizing the order of several of them, to form the big picture. I see Frederick moving in to reorganize, so I swat his hand away. I see Flavia smile and whisper to Basillo. Why was I moving them around, it just seemed wrong the way they were. I study the new map, and draw a small dot in where I figure where we are. I grab the small book and write, "Frederick, sorry your map looked wrong so i fixed it. Tell me if my dot is actually where we are."

He takes the book as I hand it to him, and he takes a pen from the table. He frowns uneasily, quickly scrawling in the book and handing it back and leaving the tent. I see Chrom trying to call him back, but I just shrug, I don't like Frederick's company anyway. I read what he wrote "I apologize for getting the map arrangement wrong, but this just proves that you are Plegian Scum. Your dot is less than an inch on the map from where we should currently be. Good Day."

I know I should be offended, but I shrug, he's just acting like Maribelle during tea time. I motion Chrom over, as he's walking over, I quickly write, "Can you ask Flavia and Basillo if they would mind leading a head on charge so that the Shepherds can lead a direct assault on Gangrel without being confronted with the entire Plegian Army? Also, this is probably not my place to ask, but what is Frederick's problem?"

Chrom takes the thin book, and after a few seconds looks up at Basillo and Flavia, who are still whispering to each other, and it looks like he says something, and Flavia gives me a thumbs up as Chrom writes at a snail's pace.

"Basillo had already said two days ago that he and Flavia would lead a head on assault, but you were not actually... Nevermind. You know why you couldn't be informed. As to why Frederick stormed out, he has been getting angry quicker than usual because of what happened to Emm. He feels responsible."

Well, that's two problems down. I stare unblinking at the maps before me, finding small marks made before.

'That is where Princey believes the Plegian Army is, if you decide to join the Plegians, just say the word, and I'll show you where they are,' the voice bribes, so I shut it up.

I decide to use Chrom's placement for my strategy. So I draw two small squares near to where Chrom believes Gangrel to be.

"If we wait between those two squares, if your presumption on where Gangrel is staying is correct, then we should be within a stone's throw from them, so we can attack be defending or attack when ready."

Chrom looks up from reading over my shoulder and nods.

"So, what is our situation with supplies?"

I see his face fall. He takes the book. A moment later he hands it back, "Well, Miriel and Ricken both need new spellbooks, Sumia broke her lance while we were marching, Cordelia lost our four javelins during the battle before last, Panne's Beaststone shattered, Nowi insists that her Dragonstone is nearing the end of its life. Everyone else's weapons are close to being of no use, except for Tharja, but she uses dark magic, which no one else can use, that we know of. Lissa's and Maribelle's staves stopped working, but Libra had an extra one, and wants to know when she can give it to one of them. The only two weapons that seem to be fine are your sword and Falchion."

I pull out my three spellbooks that were sitting in my pockets, "Have Libra give HIS staff to Maribelle, and give the Elthunder tome to your sister, I think she's ready to learn spellcraft. Give Elfire to Miriel, she's the best fire mage we have, and Elwind to Ricken. See if we have an extra sword to give to Panne, and have Gaius teach her how to fight like him. Her speed would make good use of that style. Find another sword and give to Cordelia, and have Cordelia give her lance to Sumia. For the record, my sword's name is Fellblade. See if that girl you've been sitting with around the fire knows how to fight, she could be helpful."

Chrom's face falls when he finishes reading and tears out the pages for that conversation. He walks out of the Battle Tent of Strategy with the three spellbooks and paper. Once he leaves, Basillo walks out following him, and Flavia walks over, taking the small book and starts writing. I shoo her away as I stare at the maps until the book in placed in my direct line of sight.

"Robin, I've been meaning to speak with you. After this war is over, I was wondering if you would like to join my family in Ferox. I could use you for you tactical genius, and I could help you learn to function in society without having to constantly look over your shoulder for other people. I've spoken with Chrom on this, and he said that as long as you could remain his tactician in times of war, that I could ask this of you."

"I have work to do, leave me alone," I write before throwing the book across the tent.

It looks like she laughs, as she walks over to grab the book.

'Okay, so if you flank here, you Robin, will die, they have traps set almost directly on the location you are planning on going to yet . Send Chrom and Lissa to flank, and you will be safe,' the voice says with legitimate concern, 'If you die, there will be no more fun to be had.'

I chuckle a bit, only to get the thin book obstructing my view, "I can't have you either of us dying before I can get your services. Plus, you can join my family if you accept."

"What do you mean by join your family? I don't want to marry anyone at the moment," I write as I hand the book back to her.

'So, you don't want to marry the Candy Thief? He would've worked nicely, but maybe time will change your view.'

'Ugh!'

"Well, I wasn't planning on asking to marry you, but to ask if you wanted to be my sister. I had thought you were getting quite close with the orange haired fellow, but oh well. So, what's your answer on joining my family?"

Well, that's the chapter. I hope you guys/girls/peoples liked it. I know it was mostly fluff, and I added a condensed C, B and A support conversation in there, but oh well. Anywho, Happy New Year, and I will see you for the next update. Have a good Morning, Afternoon, Evening, Night or whatever time it is for you.

Bye.~

Karii Lynne