Notes: Happy birthday, dad. Eh... *awkwardly shuffles Notes and Stats* So yeah, it's also Lon'qu's birthday in-game, don't forget to pick up his item and boosts today!

Important: Someone in the reviews asked how long this story would run. Well, I have decided to leave it up to today's reviewers! I can finish this approaching Tuesday (send "weekend") or I can go on until the following week's Tuesday (send "week"). Because, after all, there's still a lot of single people in camp... but maybe you want a conclusion sooner. So it's open!

Stats: We have 1500 words for EmmerynGangrel, 500 for ChromFrederick, 500 AversaLon'qu, 500 EmmerynPriam, our Einherjar set of MarthRobin and LynRobin each with 500, 500 words for PanneKellam, WalhartTiki has 500, and Walhart(Robin?) has 500.

By the way, I got two reviewers that guessed things correctly. One even guessed tomorrow's pairing! (have 1000 words as reward!) You two get high fives!

Robin knew she had seen Morgan with dark hair, then with red hair. By the time she next saw him, he had pale hair like her own, claiming to have used free dye samples for the previous two colors. He had played her so well that she had actually matched Gangrel and Say'ri. Though he casually told her that Plegia had fallen, that Valm owned Chon'sin now, and how well her tactician skills would serve her there... She knew he was trying to trick her again, but she was on a mission to save herself. No risk could be ignored!

"You lost to Chrom as well, you should be helping around camp," Walhart protested as he moved crates around.

Aversa chuckled, continuing to slack off. "Oh yes, of course, I probably should. But I'm not a dog like you."

The tactician had noticed that whenever she stumbled upon a potential suitor exchanging a couple of words with a lady, they tended to be easy to match.

However, Aversa was no lady, insult intended, and that was without taking her previous refusals into account. She also had a feeling Walhart didn't appreciate being called a dog, but knew mere words would fail to rattle him. A lack of work ethic, though? Sheesh... Perhaps if she could assign some task to her rival, the conqueror might be impressed?

Robin approached her victim. "Hey there," she failed to be casual, of course, "do you think you could help out with dinner tonight?"

"I was on my way to bathe, of course not!" She liked to take an average of three hours for that. "And I told you not to approach unless you brought that hunk along for me to snare. Bye."

The tactician groaned as she was left behind by Aversa again. It was going to be difficult to convince the other woman to take her place by the conqueror's side.

...because Robin couldn't approach Walhart directly, or any other of the bachelors. What if she approached to have a talk, and one thing led to another and then to Morgan? No!

But she had to admit she was desperate. "Hello, Walmart... I say, Walhart, sorry." His eyes shone upon seeing her, causing her to shudder and press her legs closed. "Where are you going?"

"I have a duel with Priam. We do it every day before dinner out in the fields." Oh yes, the bromance thing they had going.

Robin got an idea. "I'll see you over there, I'm bringing someone along who would love to cheer for you."

The tactician found and dragged her adopted sister back with her before she lost her to the bathtub. They arrived before any fighting started. And Robin pressed her companion to approach the conqueror.

"Good luck out there, I guess," Aversa muttered, checking her nails.

Walhart knew better. "I will bring you a cut of his cape, if you and I share dinner tonight."

Robin had to admit the man was sort of clever.