Tracking down Loiya was not the hard part, Saira came to realize. It was easy to track him down to a prison between the palace and the city itself – why he wasn't in the castle was beyond her but she often saw what she assumed to be Crimean officials constantly going to and from the prison. Maybe the conditions were just more deplorable in that prison than in the castle or maybe the castle didn't have prisons. Since the officials came often, there were more guards than she expected and there was no obvious weakness. She had the idea of tracking down one of the guards and stealing their armour to act in their place so she could get inside.

She studied the prison, tried to studied the individual guards but she came to the conclusion that even if she did manage to get inside the prison undetected, she didn't know anything about the interior. She didn't know where Loiya was and she didn't know internal routines and routes. She wished she had the shadow that rebellion had, the one she could only really catch a glimpse of being bounding away. She knew that Kaetar got out of Toha with his help. Loiya called him Chibuike or something, and Loiya didn't like him at all but even she had to admit that he would be useful in this case.

However, something else caught her attention while she watched the building from the safety of a tree – there was another woman that came frequently. She would also take somebody from the prison, somebody was not a guard, and whisk him away into town for them to chat or something and somebody would walk back alone, cloaked and hidden with a black mask. Saira assumed that he was the same person – the gait and their form was the same but the woman never went back. She watched the two for a few days, the same people coming and going from the prison, before she decided it was time to track down the two of them down.

Saira tried to relate everything important to her to hunting – when she had little else because her family certainly didn't start off well, she had hunting. It was how her family survived, it was how her family acquired gold to the point where they were a middle class family. It was what she grew up with and without it, she wouldn't have been the one to impress Adrien. Tracking down a person was like tracking down any other animal so she followed targets with quiet footsteps so that she wouldn't startle, just like she did while hunting.

She followed them into Melior where they entered a pub. She entered it too but hung around at the bar while two curiosities took a table and spoke to each other carefully. Unfortunately, hanging out at the bar ended up meaning that she had to pay for a drink, so she tossed a couple of gold coins onto the countered and earned herself a drink in return. She hated spending money but if this woman could get her to Loiya, then a couple of gold coins was worth her trouble – and she couldn't complain about the drink. It was a good drink.

A man sat down beside her, with a cheesy grin on his face. "That's a tough drink for ladies," he mumbled. "Fancy yourself as somebody tough?"

She took a deep breath. She was following somebody so she had no time for people like him, and getting into trouble with him would only make her stand out when she need to be in the shadows. "This is more than just decoration," she muttered, glaring at the man with her hunting knife drawn. Her knife was always kept sharp and she loved how it gleamed just the right way to make it seem more threatening than it usually was. He didn't budge from his seat but he flinched, claimed his drink and drank silently.

She didn't know how long she spent in the bar but she moved shortly after the two of them got up and left. She watched as the man pull on a mask, pulled his hood up and walked away, leaving the girl on her own. She had bright blue eyes and long brown hair that went down to the middle of her back. She wearing a yellow shirt and black cotton pants that were stuffed into leather boots. She looked serious as she eagerly looked at her surroundings – she probably knew she was being followed. Or in the very least, she suspected it. She wasn't as naive as Saira thought but if Saira ever wanted to hurt her, she could have done so a long time ago.

It was odd. She had a better sense for something being off than most civilians, though Saira was beginning to suspect that she was more than just a civilian, she still came off as being inexperienced. On one hand, she was aware but on the other hand, she noticed far too late.

"Who are you?" she asked out loud, drawing a sword.

Saira waited for a minute more before her hand inched towards her hunting knife but the girl seemed to figure out where she was and drew a knife, throwing it in her direction. Saira dodged it and picked up the knife when it clattered to the ground behind her. She twirled it in her hands as the woman growled at her. She managed to keep her sword hand steady.

"Why were you following me?"

"Why are you going out with a guy from the prison everyday? You answer my question, I answer yours... but maybe we should fine somewhere more private?"

She debated – she could see it in her eyes. There was a chance for answers for both of them but Saira could understand that being with a stranger in such times was a big risk. Then she sighed. "Fine. Follow me."

"Bri! Welcome back!" somebody called as they entered a house that looked almost too plain – the people inside were trying hard too stay unnoticed. The inside of the house had just what Saira would call the essentials. They had what they needed to be comfortable, such as seats and tables but no decorations of any sort aside from the thick, white curtains in the windows but that would more of what Saira considered to be an essential. The man who greet Bri was somebody with dark blue hair that was almost black, tanned skin that was a bit darker than Loiya's and bright blue eyes which darkened when he spotted Saira. "Who is she?"

"Shut up, Tyan, I decide who comes and who goes here," she mumbled. "Take a seat."

Saira did as she asked, sitting in a chair and tilting it back against the wall so she was supported by two legs instead of four.

"Since you're in my house, I ask the questions first. What is your name and why are you armed in Crimea right now? You should know that to look like a threat of any kind, which you do, is treason right now."

"I'm Saira," she mumbled, holding up on finger, then held up another, "and two, I'm here to find somebody by the name of Loiya who is being kept in the prison here." She smirked when she saw the flash of surprise on Bri's face.

"Why?"

"Because he's Daein! Look at me – do I look like I'm from Crimea to you? I couldn't care less if I was commit treason in Crimea of all places since my livelihood is in Daein. Loiya is in this position right now because he was saving his charge and since he's safe, it's time to ensure that Loiya is safe. I'm what one in Daein calls a rider."

"You mean like a horse rider or something?" Tyan asked, blinking in confusion. Well, if she didn't know too much of Crimean politics, it as fair that Tyan didn't seem to know much about Daein politics.

"No," Saira mumbled. "I'm one of my king's four trusted confidants. I don't know what you guys want with Loiya but if we work together, I won't be any trouble." She shrugged.

"You see, a lady paid us to save him. I'm not exactly sure how she knew – she hired us way before it was even publicly announced so maybe she has a spy or something that knew. Either way, we need the gold because I eventually went to move out of here and buy the ruins of the Greil Mercenaries base if that will ever be possible. So long as Ike is a god, I'm afraid it won't be."

Saira didn't know a lot about Ike or his mercenaries. She sometimes heard whispers about them, and heard a bit more from Adrien as he began to find out more about the rebel leader's former occupation as a staff officer and tactician for the Greil Mercenaries. Beyond that, Daein itself didn't care so much about the Greil Mercenaries and Saira herself didn't care much for it either. She grew up hunting, not reading, so she never developed the same affection for books and history that Kaetar did.

"So... are the Greil Mercenaries important to you?"

"I'm the last, direct descendent of Greil from his daughter, Mist. This is all assuming that Ike had no children," Bri mumbled. "My full name is Brielle and we call ourselves the Greil Mercenaries as well. After all, my grandmother was the last one to own the company before the company was ambushed, led out of the base and then slaughtered. Pops was the only survivor from that attack and I can't help but to think that they just let him live so somebody knew."

"And your mother?" Saira asked. Surely, she wouldn't be there if her mother was involved in the attack.

"Thankfully, she was out of town for a while..." Bri mumbled. "Naturally, Pops didn't want back there so we've been here ever since, trying to expand and work undercover so that we don't get ambushed the same way."

It was a compelling story, Saira had to admit. She would probably have done the same.

"Actually, it might be a good thing that you're here," Tyan said. "Loiya... I dunno what he's like but he probably wouldn't enjoy being dragged off by people he doesn't recognize. He may not ever be convinced by us that we would just be trying to help. You probably could."

"We wouldn't be paying you," Bri muttered. "We desperately need the gold that the lady would be paying us."

"Eh, whatever. I'm being paid by my king. I need to know what you're planning though."

"That's fair. Tyan, go gather everybody."

Saira didn't make a good impression on the others, except for the one they called Pops and she could tell immediately who Pops was. Pops was a man bent over a cane, with grey hair that was tied back loosely. He had the looks of a crazy old man but sounded like a wise one who let his experiences speak for him before he let any sort of less meaningful judgements cloud his mind. Saira liked him and not just because he immediately liked her as well.

Everybody else was suspicious like Tyan was but it was more extreme – whereas Tyan only raised questions, the others raised weapons, except for what looked to be a cleric who hid behind the larger frame of what looked to be a fighter. She trained enough people to get a feel for classes and weapons as soon as she looked at them. She also had a feel for experience just judging by their expression but that wasn't as accurate.

There was a green haired archer, his face serious and cold as he defensively curled around Bri. "Who the heck does she think she is, sitting around like that?" he asked bitterly, waving an arrow around in front of him until Bri broke free from his grip and pointed to to a chair.

"Seriously, if I was a threat, I would have taken her out already," Saira mumbled, rolling her eyes.

"What makes you think that?" the archer shouted, pouting at a bit as he took his seat. It was a cue for everybody else to sit, except they let Pops sit down first.

She raised an eyebrow while realization crossed through Bri's eyes. "...How long have you been watching me?"

"Tonight was the third time," she said with a grin. "You did well to notice me tonight but if you didn't notice the other two nights, you could have been dead, simple as that. Anyway, are we doing introductions? I'm not so good with manners so if you want to be somebody other than 'Hey You' than maybe we should start with names soon."

"I'm Warren, Pops' grandson," the archer mumbled.

"I'm Sheila," the shy cleric said before finding her knees to be more interesting, or perhaps less intimidating than Saira knew she could be. She looked shy, brown timid eyes and chocolatey hair. She reminded Saira of a rabbit – she was about as skittish as one and looked just as defenceless.

The fighter glared at Saira, folding his large arms in front of his body. He might have been closer to Sheila, protecting her similar to what Warren felt he needed to do around Bri. "Call me Adam."

"And I'm Saira! Wasn't that easy?" she said with a sigh. "Anyway, Bri, you have a plan. What is it?"

"The guy I've been talking to is actually an executioner and is the one set to execute Loiya soon. He's Adam's cousin and doesn't seem to have much of a choice, so we got in touch and he's willing to help out. In the dead of the night, tomorrow, I'm taking Adam and Tyan as guards, and the executioner will have Loiya under the guise of a transfer to the dungeons at the castle." Oh, so they did have dungeons. The castle would have been harder to breech, why the heck was he still in a regular prison? "We'll 'intercept' and drag Loiya back here. We may have to fight some of the guards because I doubt our contact can go alone. Either way, he'll flee and take shelter in Daein," Bri said quickly.

Saira nodded in understanding. "I see. Have you thought of what you are going to do after you get him here? Melior will no longer have their execution – there is no way in hell they're going to miss that."

"We'll just have to stay here and play it safe. Fortunately, most of the mercenaries have not been outside very often and are not recognized yet, like Tyan and Sheila so when we need more supplies, they can go out. Even if I'm recognized, I will just have to sit back and ride it out for the good of the company," she mumbled with a shrug. How disappointing that they of all people would choose to just stay low after. "How are you going to insert yourself into my plan?"

"Simple," she said with a smirk. "I'm a damn good shot, probably way better than Warren could ever hope of being. If there's company, I can help take care of it. After, I'll do what Tyan suggested and try and keep Loiya calm. Honestly, I have no idea how he'll be after all of this."

Bri glared at Warren, like she was daring him to say something. Saira kind of liked her. She was the kind of leader that took no bullshit from anybody and Saira used the same methods to produce soldiers with discipline. She wouldn't let her soldiers get away with fooling around and if they complained about travelling so often, then that was too damn bad for them. At least she was travelling alone this time because even if she got little sleep and she survived on dried meat, she made it to Melior in record time. It just made the staying low idea seem ever more disappointing because she had a feeling that this group could do better and be better.

She said. "I've heard he's been tortured. It's hard to know how he'll be."

Saira frowned at that. Deep down, she knew to expect that but a small part of her hoped that Loiya didn't have to deal with that because then she wouldn't have to try to deal a possibly broken man alone. She didn't know how well she could care for somebody like that. She liked to think she didn't torture her own people when she trained – she was harsh and strict but that was to hone them, that was make them serious, that was to make them better. She was willing to work with the soldiers and they were always free to leave and be transferred and she made that clear. To be stuck and helpless... that was probably the worst part of Loiya's time in Melior.

"We'll see."

"Anyway, it's late. We better get some sleep and make sure we're all prepared for tomorrow night," Bri mumbled.

Everybody got up to leave and did so promptly, except for Bri and Pops. Pops smiled. "You are right about Warren. I'm descended from Rolf so by extension, so is Warren... you probably don't know much about the Greil Mercenaries – even people in Crimea can't name them all. Rolf was, by all accounts, a wonderful archer that started young and was taught by one of the best, another mercenary named Shinon. Rolf ended up being one of the best himself. Warren gets so full of himself knowing that and he's never had anybody challenge him because he's now the only archer here. I can tell you take your archery skills serious and keep them sharp whereas Warren doesn't seem to think he can improve. If you could show him a thing or two to shut him up, I'd be thankful."

"Do you know anything about who killed all the mercenaries?" Saira asked suddenly. Maybe Kaetar was rubbing off a bit on her but she kind of wanted to know stuff like that so she could try to hold it against him but another part of her was kind of curious. The Greil Mercenaries, Warren and Shelia aside, didn't sound like pushovers, so somebody had to be strong to kill them all unless they weren't able to replicate the sort of glory Ike found.

Pops' head dropped. "When I was fleeing... I could recall somebody in a green cloak. He might have been branded because his speed and strength was beyond that of a regular beorc."

Saira's eyes widen. The sounded like the guy who was with that damn dragon that wasn't a dragon laguz, the guy who chased Kaetar into the forest like a crazed beast before that other cloaked guy interfered. Zeke was the name of Kaetar's defender, she recalled. It took forever to find him, the green-haired man wouldn't leave until he did, despite his own injuries. When they did find him, he was face down in the grass, his brown cloak concealing him against the grass and dirt. She wondered if he died or got better but that wasn't her concern right now. She had to make sure Loiya got through.

"I think I know who you are talking about. He's still that strong."

"No... no fucking way," Bri said sadly. "I mean, if he's not a beorc then it should be expected that he's still around but... no, fuck no!"

"You don't want the man who obliterated what was dear to still be at large," Saira said with a sigh. Fuck indeed. She didn't even like him. Whoever that kid was gave her a lot of trouble and so long as he was after Kaetar, then he'll continue to be a thorn in her side. And if she recalled... Kaetar called him a laguz. "If it means anything, I think he's too wrapped up in his own selfish needs to go after you for the time being."

"What do you mean by that?" Pops asked.

"I mean that he's currently stalking my prince. The Daein prince who decided on his own to be with the rebellion. That kitty cat that attacked the Greil Mercenaries two generations ago or whatever is after him, he's crazy about getting him for reason. So long as my prince walks and breathes, he'll spend all of his free time hunting him down like kitties do. If New Crimea doesn't know what your goal is and that you are the Greil Mercenaries, then you should be fine."

"I suppose," Bri said with a sigh. "But come follow me, I'll show you where you can sleep."

The next night, they all donned travelling cloaks, effectively blending them into the darkness of the trail, which was only illuminated by the moonlight. Saira kept to the bushes, weaving in and out the trees, keeping her eyes on them as they went past the prison. A small group of people where up ahead and she assumed that it had to be the entourage. She made herself go faster, careful to keep herself from snapping any twigs and rustling leaves. There was no reason to make it sound like she was moving around. Since it was windy, it was natural to expect that the leaves would rustle but she had to keep it natural.

The wind also made aiming a little trickier but she would manage.

Bri signalled for her to act. She found a comfortable spot, loaded her bow, and fired. Her aim was true – the arrow dug itself in the neck of one of the soldiers. By the time the body hit the floor and the other soldiers noticed, she fired another arrow, hitting another soldier between the eyes. Tyan ran out and buried his sword into flesh, his arm propped up in a way that Saira could only call unusual. It was a strange style that he used, a sort of style that she didn't think existed in Tellius. Adam stayed by Bri as she ran over to Loiya. Saira took a deep breath and broke the tree line.

Loiya fell to his knees, his support gone. She never saw Loiya look so weak before, but nonetheless, he still held a fiery quality to his eyes. He glared at Bri and threw himself to the ground to avoid Adam's touch, his chains rattling as he did so. He ripped a lance out a corpse's hand and held it up to defend himself, his shaky grip evident in his the tremor she could see in the lance as he pointed it at Adam and Bri. The shakiness in his grip was not help by the fact due to his restraints and his position on the ground, with his weight supported by one hand behind him and his ankles shackled together in the front as he sat on the ground. He could only effectively hold the lance with one hand and hold it in the middle, which was an awkward grip at best. He was lucky that he had enough chain between both of his hands to even support himself on one and attempt to threaten somebody with the other.

"Who... are you?" he asked weakly, his voice hoarse.

"Relax, Loiya. They're here to help," Saira mumbled as she walked into his sight. Recognition flashed in his eyes and he dropped the weapon, letting it clatter to the ground beside him. The so-called executioner came over to Loiya and produced a ring full of keys. He fished one out of the ring and released the shackles on his ankles first. Saira got around behind him to support him while the shackles on his wrists were unlocked.

Loiya looked confused and quite frankly, awful. Thanks to the moonlight, she could see a multitude of cuts and bruises over his body, particularly on his back and shoulders. He continued to quiver, though he didn't seem to have the energy to do so and he was also a little hot to the touch, probably a beginning to a fever from a possible infection. She could also see where the shackles dug into his ankles and wrists.

"Well, he's free," he mumbled. "Anyway, I should go now. I can probably make it half way to Daein before morning with a horse."

Saira looked at him, then took out one her arrows. She was the only person she knew and saw who painted her arrows black for the sole purpose of grabbing attention. When she took down a target, she wanted everybody to know that it was her. It would a true sign that the man who made it possible for Loiya to be freed ended up meeting with Saira. "When you get to Daein, tell the soldiers that you have Saira's protection. This arrow is the proof so if you know what's good for you, you'll never let it out of your sight."

He looked at the arrow, then nodded. "Thank you," he said before dashing away, putting the arrow away into his belt.

"I didn't expect you to do that," Adam mumbled softly as he scooped up Loiya. "Why did you offer him protection?"

"I'm not a complete bitch," Saira answered with a shrug. "He delivered Loiya to us, protection is the least he deserves. It won't do him any good if he doesn't make it Daein though."

"He's a tough guy," Adam said. "He used to beat me at everything when we were kids."

"Guys, we should probably get back," Bri mumbled.

Loiya was hidden in the basement. He didn't get a lot of light, nothing more than a few lanterns, but he didn't seem to mind all that much. It occurred to her that maybe he was just very adjusted to the dark and if he had too much light at the same time, it may give him a headache. She never met somebody so young yet so prone to headaches and thought it may just due to stress but maybe he had other triggers that he wasn't so willing to talk about. It wasn't unlike him to keep such matters to himself.

Prior being stuffed into the basement, Tyan and Warren helped him clean up, or at least made sure that he didn't drown while he attempted to clean himself because Bri didn't think he was capable. Loiya didn't looked much better clean – he wasn't there for a very long time so he didn't look like he lost a lot of weight, though his face was angular, making him look more like his age. He was pale, with dark circles under his eyes like he was suffering from ones of his headaches. His wounds were visible and clear, some of them infected and despite being cleaned, were oozing again when he was helped downstairs. The wounds were all over his back, across the back of his shoulders and the wounds ended at his elbows and ankles.

Shelia was on him instantly, cleaning his wounds again, healing what she could with a vulnerary. His infections were covered in bandages that were soaked in what looked like honey. Saira wondered if that was truly effective – if honey could heal infections, it was a good and relatively cheap way to keep people alive. Loiya lost consciousness under the healer's touch but she was surprised that Loiya was awake for as long as he was with his long night that was creeping into the early daylight hours.

However, despite Loiya's peaceful appearance, she doubted that it would continue to be so easy. She felt that with Loiya, they have not yet seen the worst of him. There was no way that somebody who came back skinnier and more banged up than when he left could so easily adapt to being with Bri's mercenaries and being away from Kaetar. Saira's presence, she figured, just made everything easier but she doubted any authority she held would keep him from eventually exploding in some way when he finally had the energy to.

They were in the eye of the storm, experiencing the calm before Loiya would truly begin to cause trouble.

Once again, Saira slept well but she knew it was not something she could get used to, at least not until the rebellion either won or would be put down, whichever came first. As she rose out bed, she decided that today, she did not need her armour to mark her as foreign and Daein that day. She kept the scarf and the ribbon she tied around her arm, both items that she carried throughout her life. Her scarf was woven by her mother and her ribbon... it was something her family did because you just never knew when you needed something like it. However, it was also a nice memento.

She didn't send them a lot of money, simply on the basis that they didn't need it. Her father was a frugal man, refusing to buy anything he could hunt or grow or trade for, anything that he could somehow obtain for free. All of the children worked, and that was how Saira became such a dedicated hunter. What he didn't need was traded around or sold, so what gold they did have slowly grew because he was not so keen on spending it. Saira found herself picking up the same habits. She didn't really have anything she was interesting in buying so her gold also ended up piling up and even if she did find something, she would be reluctant to spend it. If she sent it to her family, her father would let it pile it up so it did little gold to move from her hoard to his hoard.

She looked down at herself and decided that she was good enough.

Pops was the first one to say anything to her as she came down, despite the presence of nearly everybody. "What do you plan on doing... now that you have your friend?" he asked, motioning for her to sit at their table again. She shrugged as she did so.

"I was thinking of causing a ruckus," Saira answered. "I'll do it alone if I have to but after all of this, I don't really want to just let Melior go quiet. The rebellion is far away but I intend on helping out."

She got strange looks for that. Heh, strange looks was nothing new for her – it was better than the downright nasty glares she got from the nobles who wished their son or daughter was in her place instead of some middle-class women from the country side. She would never win them over, that she knew, but she liked to rub it in their faces. The only person who didn't give her the look was Pops.

"That... that would be going back to our roots, wouldn't it?"

"What do you mean by that?" Warren asked.

"The Greil Mercenaries in their prime would have fought back against something like this. They wouldn't let people feel oppressed like this. Perhaps we've been too afraid of being found out that we forgot what it meant to be of the Greil Mercenaries," Pops said sadly, shaking his head. "When Daein occupied Crimea, it was the Greil Mercenaries who rallied everybody. We were the ones to inspire everybody to fight for their country."

"Melior could use a beacon of hope," Tyan said with a grin.

"But if we're caught then there will be no Greil Mercenaries!" Bri shouted.

"Then don't get caught!" Saira countered. "You know, other people who have little to no relation to Crimea are fighting in the rebellion. That doesn't look so good on you, does it? The rebellion is full of people from all over Tellius and yet, here you guys are."

"It's not like that! We have to be careful if we want to be around!"

"And be remembered like this?" Saira asked with smirk. Regardless of their decision, she knew she could hold her own and cause problems at the same time. She had no reputation to protect because she already forced Daein's hand into the rebellion. She could let everybody know that she was a proud Daein. However, she wanted to see how far she could push Bri to go. She could understand how important it would be for the people to see her in action and deep down, she didn't think that Bri would settle for being on the sidelines.

"I don't care how others view me, so long as there are mercenaries after me."

"Oh, that's a shame because I know somebody you may be interested in meeting," she said with a shrug, hoping that Adrien was right about the rebellion leader being the former tactician of the original Greil Mercenaries. Bri looked perplexed.

"Who would that be?"

"I know him as Syrin. He's the leader of the rebellion but I heard a rumour that he may in fact be former staff officer of the Greil Mercenaries in Ike's time."

Saira could probably heard a pin drop. She got that their attention and she got it good. She didn't even really know if it was true but his skills were definitely true so she didn't necessarily doubt it. However, it possessed great weight on the current Greil Mercenaries that the one of ones in the past was still around. There was somebody around they still had to impress, one who wasn't a mere memory.

"Is that true? How would he even be alive?" Adam asked.

"He's got a mark on his forehead or in other news, he's a branded. He's even got a Rexcalibur tome. Of course he would be alive. Heck if Loiya was awake he could confirm it."

Pops nodded. "I don't believe that to be so far from the truth," he answered. "Especially if he still wields Rexcalibur."

"We'll do it then," Bri said. "I'm not going to risk that rumour being wrong and him being disappointed. I could... use his advice." Saira figured that needing his approval went unsaid for a reason. Suddenly, Tyan stood up and put his right hand in the middle of the table.

"From this point on, we promise that Melior will no longer be a quiet place. We promise stir shit up in the name of the citizens, in the name of the rebellion, and in the name of Greil Mercenaries!" Tyan said with a wicked smirk on his face.

"Sounds like fun!" Warren shouted as he smacked his hand on top of Tyan's.

"I won't go outside but I promise to patch you up in case anything happens! I also promise to nurse Loiya until he can join you!" Shelia said, appearing confident for once as she placed her hand on Warren's.

"Count me in as an honourary member of the Greil Mercenaries and you have my bow," Saira said with a smirk as she added her hand to the pile. It was a while since she had fun and she was looking forward to it.

"Time to make everybody proud!" Adam threw in his own hand.

"To honour of all of those who protected Crimea before us," Bri started as she grasped Adam's hand.

"For Soren, for the Greil Mercenaries, for Ike... for the honour of the blood that runs through our veins." Pops was the last on the add his hand to the pile.

I feel like this chapter has a lot more breaks than most of my chapters do.

Anyway, the character I was going to make Ike's descendant is here. However, I don't think I'm going down that route anymore. Regardless, I've decided to keep some parallels between him and Ike. You might be able to pick him out.

And I said there would be more descendants, no?