Lucina had not slept in almost twenty-four hours, but she was determined to make sure that Robin was safe before she left on her own. She had followed them to Southtown where they faced off against a group of brigands. She was tempted to join the fray-especially when Robin threw himself into combat-but she restrained herself.
As hard as it was for her to accept, she would have to move on. Her hopes and his plans had been squashed in the course of one night by the Fell Dragon. She clenched her fists in anger at the mere thought of that monster. If there was one good thing to come from all of this, it was that her determination to slay that foul dragon burned even stronger.
She was not stupid though; she knew that she did not possess the means to accomplish that goal as she was now. However, with the knowledge she possessed, she could attempt to stop Grima's return in this time, and then she could focus her efforts on the Grima from her own. At least, that was the plan.
Despite the risk of being spotted, she allowed herself one last glance at the man that she had gotten to know these past few years; the man that no longer knew himself. She allowed herself one last selfish moment of longing over her lost love before turning back down the alley. She had work to do.
Robin plopped himself down on the cold ground. Frederick had refused to leave him at camp unattended, so he had ended up dragged along on their little hunting expedition where they found a bear of all things.
He may have been lacking in memories, but he was pretty confident that eating bear was not considered normal. Still, it may have been one of the more normal parts of his day. From waking up in a field with no memories to helping this band of "shepherds" clear a town of bandits, it had certainly been eventful.
After routing the ruffians, they had asked around to see if anyone recognized him, but it was to no avail. With no idea who he was or where he was from, he accepted Chrom's offer to become their group's tactician though the fact that they needed a tactician further demonstrated that they were clearly not ordinary shepherds…plus he had yet to see any form of livestock being herded by these people.
After dinner, he checked around in his pockets for any possessions he may have been carrying with him. Unfortunately, he seemed to pack light despite the overabundance of pockets on that thing. As everyone was preparing to lie down and sleep, Robin felt something in the depths of the coat. After some searching, he finally found the pocket that led to the object and pulled it out.
It was a…ring. It clearly would not fit him so it was not his, and yet it looked eerily familiar, though he could not put his finger on why. Did he leave behind a beloved? If so, where was she; who was she? Perhaps it was a memento from his mother. He scoured the ring for any sort of engraving, but it appeared to be a simple golden band.
Well this was just wonderful, Robin plopped back onto the dirt. Not only did he have no memory, but the only clue to his past just left more questions. Robin slipped the ring back into his pocket. Maybe it would come to him tomorrow.
So it turned out that he was traveling with royalty. They were surprisingly informal for royalty, but what did he know? The answer to that was apparently tactics. As he looked through some manuals from the barracks, he seemed to know most of it already. In fact, at times he could almost predict what they would say so it seemed that he had definitely studied this.
Which was all the better as he had found himself in charge of the safety of some rather eccentric fighters. Life just seemed to be carrying him in a whirlpool of events as he was now on his way to Regna Ferox-a neighboring country apparently.
At least all of this activity served to distract him from his disturbing lack of memories. He was confident that these people were not bad people, so he thought that he owed them his assistance in any case. They were certainly trusting enough for the most part, and they welcomed him fairly warmly. If he could not locate his home, then he could see himself settling in with this group…if he could get over just how strange they all were.
Regna Ferox had an interesting method of rule. Chrom had eagerly agreed to fight for the East Khan in the upcoming tournament. Politics aside, Robin was tasked with coming up with their attack strategy for the competition.
To that end, he was scouting out the arena. There really was not much to see though; it was pretty basic as far as combat went even if the structure itself was a marvel of engineering. He was taken aback by just how large the arena was. It really showed just how important combat was to these people, but it also showed an ingenuity and intelligence that may have not been readily apparent at first glance.
Ideally though, he wanted to get a look at the enemy team. If he could see what they were up against, then he would have a much better chance at developing a sufficient plan. Unfortunately, it seemed that the other team had finished training for the day. It seemed that he would have to adapt a more basic strategy on the spot. Hopefully he could manage. What is the worst they could throw at them?
A/N: It's back! I had some issues determining how different this chapter should be. I plan to cut through the first part of the game fairly quickly, only focusing in on changes to the plot. The intermission period is where I have some more different plans.