Notes: Y'all's reviews have inspired me! Mention a pairing in a review or PM, and I'm gonna give ya a separate fic about it, no strings attached, once I'm done with this Book of Affairs!

So far, we have 500 words for Gangrel and Emmeryn, and 500 for Walhart (and Robin? not very sure). If they get repeat mentions in reviews or PMs, ya get 500 additional words each time! (for example, a review says Gangrel and Emmeryn again, their fic's gonna be 1000 words long; a third mention, and that's 1500 words! etc)

I hold no disgust toward any pairing, and I also love crack pairings (Validar and Excellus FTW), so make sure ya go all out in yer requests without shame! (anonymous reviews are open)

Robin visited Morgan later, intending to brag of how she had made Basilio and Flavia become an item just by sharing some gossip that cleared up the leading Khan's head, making her extremely resolute in fixing her man. But in the darkness of her son's corner in the healers' tent, he turned everything around when he revealed his hair was coming out curly under his bandages. She only knew of one Shepherd with that characteristic.

"Do ya reckon this will better my traps?" Donnel asked, holding an expensive rope.

Anna smiled sweetly, ready to go in for the kill. "Of course! It is very strong and durable. It could even catch a bear!"

The tactician was not amused, leaning against their Anna's supply crates that her sisters had sent. Though Robin and the villager boy had worked together and found each other agreeable, she was pretty sure she wouldn't bang him like one would his pot helmet. Morgan had to be joking...

Yet she couldn't risk it. She had to get rid of Donnel too, hook him up with someone, anyone, who could reel him in.

She watched as money exchanged hands, the merchant's eyes greedily counting it. Donnel hadn't been scammed, but the price for that rope was outrageous. What was it made from? Unicorn hair?

"Hey there, Robin," the boy greeted, spotting her at last. "Gonna set up a trap or two, wanna come along?" He was so sweet and innocent, all over.

"I have some business with Anna right now, I'll pass this time," she apologized with the first excuse she could think of.

"Aw, that's... Hope ya wasn't waitin' for me to be done," he apologized back. Dear Naga, he was so nice.

"Not at all! Now, I have to go, but see you at dinner time?" The young villager agreed to that and walked off, waving back at her with a big smile. Robin sighed once he was out of sight.

Anna giggled. "That sigh was deep, from your heart. Need a present for the boyfriend, sweetie?"

Robin blushed, turning to the redhead. "It's not like that," she immediately denied. Then a devious idea clicked on her mind. "Anna, I have noticed you send in a lot of your profit to your sisters, so they can send you new merchandise. Wouldn't it be better if you owned a means of production or two? And got to keep some of your earnings?"

The fact that Anna's interest was piqued surprised Robin. When the merchant got between her and Donnel that evening to discuss farming and animal husbandry, she almost fell right into the campfire due to shock alone.

"Maybe someday I can go try out farm life at your place?" Anna suggested, throwing an arm over his shoulders possessively.

Donnel got as red as her hair. "If ya'd like, ya can stay over as long as ya want!"

Robin felt guilty; the boy apparently liked the merchant, but she was in it for the renewable resources...