I mashed these three together because they basically have the same reason.
Let's just pretend that last chapter didn't happen.
"I'm glad the three of you agreed to come to this meeting together." Robin said. He was sitting at a round table in the middle of his office.
"Anything for you, big bwudder." Aversa said, in a mocking baby voice.
"Why is Walhart on his horse?" Gangrel asked.
"Shut up, Gangrel!" Robin exclaimed angrily. "You are a piece of shit with the personality of Shia Labeouf, who is also a piece of shit." He paused. "That said, why are you on your horse, Walhart?"
"I would never enter a building unarmed." Walhart exclaimed.
"You consider your horse your weapon?" Gangrel asked.
"It has killed almost as many people as I have." The former emperor replied.
"...So you've run over a lot a people." Robin stated.
"It is a tactic, tactician." Walhart replied.
"Well...Never mind." Robin said, deciding end that line of conversation. "Anyway, you're all fired."
"...What are you talking about?" Gangrel asked.
"You are no longer Shepherds." Robin clarified.
"We were Shepherds?" Aversa asked.
"I always thought this was some sort of forced labor." Gangrel commented.
"I was biding my time, working under the kingdom of Ylisse to slowly work my way to the top, conquering it the old fashion way." Walhart added.
"Walhart has just illustrated my reason perfectly." Robin said. "When we fought you guys, we were trying to kill you. For some reason, however, upon finding out that we failed to do that, Chrom decided to take you guys in. People who had attempted to kill us, and succeeded in some cases." He glared at Gangrel.
"I'm grateful for Prince Chrom's offer of a second chance." Gangrel said. "I've done some pretty regretful things, and I-"
"Gangrel, you look like what would happen if Ganondorf fucked that old CD-i version of the King of Hyrule. And Chrom's the Exalt, asshole." Robin said. "I shouldn't have to explain why I don't want anything to do with you."
"I understand." Gangrel respond. "I'm only saying that I wish to make amends for my sins, however hopeless it might be."
"To be fair, Emmeryn is alive." Aversa commented.
"And we can all agree she in amazing shape." Robin said sarcastically.
"I wouldn't worry about the queenie." Aversa cooed. "I'm sure big, strong Priam is looking out for her." She winked.
"...I'll address that later." Robin noted to himself. "Anyway, Aversa, I have a bone to pick with you as well. Well, it's basically the same bone. The 'you tried to murder us, but for some reason work for us now' bone."
"I bet Gangrel can tell you plenty about bones." Aversa said suggestively, winking at the former mad king.
Gangrel sighed. "Seriously? We're bringing this up?"
"What's the matter, GanGan? Embarrassed about me?" Aversa asked, wiggling around in her seat.
"Wait." Robin said. "You're banging my little sister?!"
"Are you only calling her your little sister because I'm a bit involved with her?" Gangrel asked, annoyed.
"Little sister is much less sexy than big brother." Aversa commented.
"Can you stop that?" Robin asked. "It's starting to get really Lannister-y in here. In fact, i would break the fourth wall here and talk about how creepy your confession scene is, but, after last chapter, I don't think there's much of a fourth wall left to break!"
"I have built kingdoms out of the bones of my enemies." Walhart commented. "All in the name of peace."
"..." Robin looked at the former conqueror. "...Now, when you say 'bones'-"
"Both kinds." Walhart clarified.
"I think I once saw his 'bone' castle." Aversa commented. "All of the soldiers you had posted there killed themselves."
"All in the name of peace." Walhart commented.
"You keep saying that, but you've killed thousands, if not millions, of people." Robin said.
"As I said, all in the name of peace." Walhart said. "If you examine both of our messages, there is no real difference between myself and the Exalt Emmeryn."
"...I would argue with you about that," Robin said, "but I'm genuinely interested in why why think that. This is like looking at a philosophical car accident."
"I believe that the world will only be at peace when it all falls under one rule." Walhart explained. "The world would unite as one and we would drink the blood of those who disagree."
"But that's not peace!" Robin exclaimed. "Anything that involves drinking human blood isn't peace!" He paused. "...You do mean actual human blood, right?"
"Obviously." Walhart replied. "I belive that would can only consume that which you can gather with your bare hands."
"Which is why you're a vegetarian." Robin commented.
"I do approve of cannibalism, but only if you kill the man with your bare hands." Walhart clarified.
"And none of that sounds...insane to you?" Robin asked.
"Of course not." Walhart replied. "My logic is plain."
"...Why do you guys hang out with this guy?" Robin asked Aversa and Gangrel.
"Well, our whole group was kind of considered the outcasts of the Shepherds." Gangrel replied.
"We didn't know we were Shepherds, so that kind of explains how we saw things."
"What do you mean, 'your whole group?'" Robin asked.
"It was a group formed by myself, Aversa, Walhart, Yen'fay, Priam and, strangely, Emmeryn." Gangrel explained.
"It would be considered by historians in centuries to come the beginning of my return." Walhart commented.
"...For the record, I'm now glad we never had you cook at the barbecues." Aversa commented.
"I'll ask Emmeryn why she hung out with your lot when I call her in." Robin sighed. "Now, get out of my office before I fire blast you." Robin paused. "Gangrel, how did you even get in the kingdom without getting lynched?"
"It was very difficult." Gangrel replied. "And I would prefer it in the future if you would only call me to the kingdom if you absolutely need to."
"You don't tell me what to do!" Robin exclaimed. "You're the Burger King's gothic brother!"
Gangrel groaned in annoyance, and walked out of the office.
"Bye bye, big brother!" Aversa said, in a strangely perky voice.
"Umm...bye?" Robin said, as his 'little sister' left the office.
He looked at Walhart, who was trotting around the room on his horse.
"Anything else you want to add, Walhart?" He asked.
"Nothing." The man responded. "My horse is simply examining his future master bedroom." He patted the horse under him.
"...Do you mean 'stable?'" Robin asked.
"No." Walhart replied, and, after his horse took a dump, he rode out of the room.
"...Just three more." Robin said to himself. "Three more and you're done. What's the worst that can happen?"
Walhart was harder to write then I though he would be.I'm trying to have him be large, imposing and formal, but also pretty nuts as well.
Kind of funny how, out of everybody there, Gangrel wound up being the straight man. I kinda like how remorseful he is in some of his supports.
Up next: Emmeryn!