"What is this man doing here?" Frederick cried out, eyes wide, sputtering.

"I invited him here, Frederick," Emmeryn said gently as she set down her drink.

"But he's… he's…" Frederick gripped at his hair.

"He was invited by Chrom, and I saw no reason to turn him away once I found him," Emmeryn said simply. Robin began to feel very in the center of attention and shyly ducked his head. Chrom cast a sympathetic glance his way.

"It was for the best, Frederick," Phila chimed in. "He was set upon by overzealous young Ylisseans when we found him. Any longer and I daresay Chrom would have been short of a possible new recruit, one way or another."

"You mean he was attacked?" It was Chrom's turn to be surprised.

Phila nodded dourly. "He wasn't helping matters with the ornate coat. He was mistaken for a Plegian… which is near where you were found, correct?" Robin nodded.

Chrom let out a frustrated sigh. "Then I'm glad you were the ones who found him. I'm not sure what I would have done in the position."

"You'd think we'd have more recruits around here if so many young people just wanted to beat up Plegians," Phila said darkly.

"I am already putting together a list of healers that may see him," Emmeryn said. "But I tried to treat him once we got him here, just as I promised Chrom."

"Did it help any? If anyone could have helped it was you, Emm." Chrom said hopefully.

"I'm afraid not. Sans his minor injuries coming here, he saw no relief," Emmeryn said gravely.

Frederick bristled. "Milady please, I must say my piece," Frederick said quickly. "Would you have let him into Ylisse's Royal Home on good faith alone, even without this shoddy claim of memory loss?"

"I would," Emmeryn said evenly. "And I already promised Chrom to treat him, however unsuccessfully."

"Is it not convenient then?" Frederick pressed on. Phila raised her hand as if to interject, but seemed to think better. "For such a skilled wanderer with no ties, knowledge, or allegiances presumably, to happen upon the Shepherds so close to the border to our all-but-enemy? Would not the groomed comfort of the Royal House, its ruler, and the Prince and Princess they contain be precisely the goal of a Plegian Spy?"

"Frederick!" Chrom nearly shouted.

"What do you propose me to have done then?" Emmeryn asked as she rose to her full height. Robin remained seated as the two powerful figures towered over him.

"I suggest not that you'd left him to his fate," Frederick began. "And I thank the Gods for the gentle heart you carry that was denied your father, but surely you have to see the risks! Someone of your station reserves the right to be more cautious!"

Emmeryn gently strode forward to Frederick and lay a hand on his shoulder. "Frederick, I do not deny your worries, but my mind is made up." She leaned closer and spoke in a serious tone. "The mark on his hand, that surely you've seen?"

"The mark worn by Plegian fanatics?"

"And said fanatic's victims. Have not building, animal, and person alike been marred by the image? My inability to cure his ailment speaks of a curse."

"Or perhaps the mark was placed on him willingly," Frederick suggested dourly.

"Emmeryn shook her head. "I checked, the mark was not applied naturally."

"The possibility still remains," Frederick pressed.

"As does the other. Or perhaps thirdly, he really does have no allegiance, or home, or past to look back on, and with his own account absent, we will never know why."

Emmeryn looked down to Robin and smiled gently.

"Until he is proven guilty, Frederick, I am content to offer the most I can to his situation." She turned to Frederick again. "He has Chrom's trust at least, and so he has mine... and perhaps that is naive of me, but as I said I've made up my mind." Her tone was challenging.

Frederick's gaze had steadily lowered as Emmeryn's explanation wore on. Robin waited and waited for the knight to cast a cold glance his way, but he did nothing. He didn't look in Robin's direction at all; his attention was trained solely on Emmeryn. Frederick closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. "And suppose you were right all along. Aren't you more than a match for one Plegian?" Emmeryn asked.

"This is true," Phila said. "If a Plegian did somehow manage to burrow his way into our defenses and good graces in such a way- here in the center of the Ylissean country, surrounded by these trained servants and impenetrable walls," she smiled at Robin, "It would be very unfortunate for either party, wouldn't it?"

Robin nodded back in spite of the implications. If he were a spy, he surely wouldn't have wormed his way into the palace so quickly… willingly anyway. From a tactical standpoint it made little sense to him. In any case - He was welcome as far as the Exalt was concerned… and if he were ever to betray the Exalt's trust, he'd be in very deep trouble.

Frederick sighed once more. "You word is decree milady," he said evenly.

Emmeryn's gaze softened. "I thank you for your prudence as always, Frederick. Chrom and Lissa are lucky to have such a faithful friend to worry over them. I do hope they remember to mention that."

"They do milady," Frederick said solemnly. "...Occasionally. ...Somewhat."

Phila shook her head at the knight.

Chrom let out a sigh of relief and smiled once more to Robin. "Now that that's out of the way, what's the next course of action, Emm?"

The Exalt nodded. "Precisely, your encounter in the woods. Let's make to the Study." She stepped for the door. The two knights suddenly and hurriedly ran in front to hold the two ebony doors open. "Robin, I know you've had a long day but would you please come with? I'd like everyone to be present when Chrom is debriefed."

It wasn't a bother at all. Robin would much rather stick with the people he knew than lounge about for the remainder of the day. If Chrom wanted him part of his team, he'd need to be diligent.

"She'd let a baby wyvern in here if she felt so compelled," Frederick grumbled. The two knights walked behind the Exalt, now wearing her green cloak again, as they went down the hallway.

"She would," Phila agreed. "And if she ever does, you will let her and you will like it. Her say is final."

Chrom got a good chuckle out of that. He strode at the back with Robin. Lissa was still nowhere to be seen. Robin scanned each new environment they entered, assessing each and every detail. If he were a spy surely he'd have better things to draw his attention to. That's just how he is… it must be why he got lost so easily.

They passed by the large, open courtyard, where Emmeryn would speak from a pulpit at the top. The fountains babbled and the wind gently rustled the blades of grass, carrying their sweet scent into the halls.

"Where do you think you'll go after the debriefing is over, Robin?" Chrom asked.

"...I was about to ask you the same thing. What usually happens after you conclude your report with the Exalt?"

"Assuming nothing urgent comes up? We attend to our own business afterwards."

"It appears my business is to stay until Emmeryn can get a hold of those other healers she mentioned... After that I don't know."

They entered the central wing. Things became much bleaker and formal as they approached the Exalt's study. The hallways were white with red carpets, and no banners or plants adorned the sides. This district of the castle was strictly for business.

"You're welcome to stay here, of course," Chrom offered.

Robin furrowed his brow. "I'm sure I am, but I'd hate to impose…"

"Most of us Shepherds have dwellings here on the castle grounds, and we have room to spare. Me, Lissa, and Frederick live here in the castle for what it's worth."

Chrom could see Frederick's body tense. The Knight had become increasingly uncomfortable that Robin be told anything now that they were actually in the palace together.

Robin thought for a moment and shrugged. "I'll have to think about it." Right before they neared the study, Robin spoke up again. "Hey, Chrom? There's been something I've been meaning to ask…"

Chrom looked serious as he nodded to Robin's question. "Yes, ask away."

Frederick peered over his shoulder. "Milord?"

"Frederick, it's alright!" Chrom called back. "Gods… You were saying?"

"It's just… I have a feeling you had your reasons, or maybe I've just been overthinking it… but you're not just shepherds are you?"

Chrom's serious expression took a hint of incredulity. "No. I'm not, and I'm sorry that you were lead on for so long." Chrom shook out his armored shoulder and put a hand on the hilt of his silver, ornate blade. "And what pray tell gave that away?" His voice was slightly sarcastic.

Robin's brow furrowed. "I just didn't want to assume anything is all," he said. "But the more time I've spent in Ylisstol it's dawned on me that you're not only more than a mere Shepherd, but quite the figurehead here in the capital correct?"

"Correct." He must think I'm some sort of Duke.

"Frederick called you his lord and I didn't know if that was… well, Frederick being Frederick at first. He seems equally subservient to you as he does the Exalt - and there's a prince and princess apparently, whom I haven't met yet…"

Chrom scratched his head. "That's… Well… I'll explain in a little bit, we've reached Emmeryn's study." Robin didn't seem completely pleased with the answer, but he conceded as they came to a set of massive wooden doors.

Once more the two knights went ahead and held the doors open for their liege. Emmeryn strode forward, and once they were inside the room a familiar voice called at the Exalt's arrival.

"Emmy~!"

The Exalt took a step back as the pummeling shape of Lissa dove into her arms. The girl was giddy with excitement and laughing, cheeks blushing as she wrapped her arms around the tall woman. She had changed into a simple yellow dress, sans crinoline.

Emmeryn smiled warmly once she found her footing. "There you are, child. How have you been? You certainly smell nicer than someone who's been on the road for two days."

Lissa looked up. "I had a quick rinse! I didn't wanna look all dirty when I saw you again!"

"How considerate of you. And how was your trip?"

Lissa pouted. "Awful! It was long, and boring, and there were monsters at night, and Chrom made me eat bear - twice!"

Emmeryn blinked. "Monsters?"

"It wasn't so bad I guess. We met Sully on the way, but she had this weirdo following her… Oh! And before that we found Robin!" Lissa peaked from behind Emmeryn and finally saw the other four. Her eyes beamed. "Oh, there you are! Hi, Robin!" Lissa excitedly tugged at Emmeryn's arm and pulled her forward. "This is my older sister Emmeryn, have you met her yet? Isn't she great?!"

Chrom winced, hard. He slowly turned his head and watched as Robin's bodily steadily became more and more stiff as the realization hit him. The wanderer had risen a finger and paused mid-gesture, knitting his brow. One could practically see the wheels turning.

"S-sister?" Robin finally spoke, "But Lissa's your sister…" Robin turned to face Chrom, eye's wide, color draining from his face till it nearly matched the color of his hair. Chrom bashfully rubbed the back of his head. "Doesn't that make you…?!"

"It makes him Prince Chrom. Prince of the Halidom," a wry smile found its way across Frederick's lips. "You knew his name and not this?"

SPACE

Emmeryn had seated herself behind a massive wooden desk at the back of the room. The walls were lined with books and hung-up maps, sometimes illustrations. Lissa cheerily sat next to her older sister on a wooden stool while Emmeryn rested in a velvet padded seat. The Knights stood vigilant at the door.

"I-I mean…" Robin had been mumbling ever since he was lead into the room, head still spinning. "I figured he was important, I just hadn't figured you were royalty…" Chrom guided Robin into one of two seats set in front of the Exalt's desk; he sorely needed it.

"I thought whether Chrom told you or not was up to him" Emmeryn had stated. "We had no intention to confuse you."

Lissa's mood was sky-high it seemed, proudly adjacent to the ruler of the realm. Robin held his head in a daze, hardly even taking account of anything for the past few minutes.

"The Prince and Princess," he mumbled. "The Prince and Princess of the realm… Gods… No wonder Frederick puts up with you two."

"Indeed," Frederick conferred. He shook his head in a mock show of tragic suffrence. "Oh the sacrifices I make for the good of the Halidom…" That earned him a jab in the side from Phila.

"I wish to deal with this quickly," Emmeryn said as she rapidly produced a set of quills and parchments from the desk. "Chrom, if you would begin your account?"

"Of course sister," Chrom said. "The short of it is that the bandits have been quelled for now… but our suspicions were correct; they had crossed the border."

Emmeryn shook her head. "This will be difficult to see to." Robin half expected Phila or even Lissa to start recording the conversation between the prince and his sister, but Emmeryn herself rapidly scratched notes into the paper as she listened.

"My patrol saw no such thing on Milord's day of departure," Phila began. "Which implies they had found ways to evade us… My apologies Your Grace, I should have seen to it personally."

"Your place was with Emm, Phila," Chrom said quickly.

"And we had plenty of help!" Lissa said with a wink to Robin. "With Robin around, Chrom and Frederick had no trouble! He even helped Chrom take down their leader!" Emmeryn's serious expression found a smile once more.

"Well, you hadn't elaborated on that part when we spoke, Robin." Her expression was knowing, but she seemed impressed. Robin ducked his head as color rose to his cheeks. I didn't do *that* much… he thought to himself. "It appears we owe you a debt of gratitude. I suppose that makes the bath and tea well-earned?"

"...It's nothing at all Milady…" Robin said quietly. Emmeryn was only slightly more serious during the report than she had been in the lounge, but he still found it hard to believe they had conversed so casually mere hours ago.

Chrom's account continued into the evening before, which he prefaced with a warning for the fantastic things they saw. This perplexed Phila, but both Frederick and Robin (for what it was worth) gave their word for everything Chrom was about to recount.

Chrom told Emmeryn about the quaking, and the strange eye that appeared above the forest. He mentioned the creatures which spawned from the portal and ravaged the forest, and the rest of the conversation was a step-by-step breakdown of the battle that ensued, including the battle with the large creature at the fort, dubbed 'the chief' by Chrom. He even gave a fairly accurate combat report for how many kills each of them managed.

Emmeryn seemed more believing than Robin would've assumed about the creatures and kept an even expression throughout the telling, but Lissa's countenance completely changed when they were brought up. Her smile left and she leaned against her sister as Chrom recalled every detail he could. Phila was impossible to read, but it was obvious she didn't like what she was hearing.

What interested the Exalt most of all was the Masked Man they met in the forest. Here she asked the most questions. Chrom answered as best as he could -Lissa helpfully chimed in often during this part, some of her demeanor restored at the young swordsman's mention. Chrom and Emmeryn agreed that this Marth character matched the legendary hero-prince's traditional attire, nearly mark-for-mark, as depicted in the many records and even storybooks kept in the castle's archives. Phila was quite skeptical and about ready to leave the room at this point, but her duty compelled her to stay.

"You're certain he is an ally?" Emmeryn asked.

"I know not, Sister, but he saved Lissa's life. In my mind he's proven himself, much like Robin has… but unlike our new friend he didn't stick around."

"He knew the Exalt's sacred verse," Frederick stated. "He used it to illustrate a sort of omen… implying it and the encounter with the creatures are somehow connected. He would not elaborate when he was finished however."

"And why not?"

"He claimed to do so out of caution, fearing for unwanted listeners. I suppose I should mention that he attacked Robin right before we spoke with him. He claims it was a misunderstanding, but lo, he spoke of 'two nations and the dragons they serve…' my theory is that he took Robin for a Plegian, and that one of their own is responsible."

"You thought you might've seen somebody at the fort, correct?" Chrom asked Robin. "Perhaps you caught a glimpse of the figure Marth was after."

Robin shook his head. "I can't say… I'm not even sure if I saw anything out there. It could've just been nerves. I can hardly remember the specifics to anything before the Chief broke through the gate."

Emmeryn rested her head against one hand as she tapped a quill against an unused section of parchment with the other. The report, as short as it seemed to tell, had amounted to a decent sized stack of pages. Her eyes were closed as she began processing. Lissa leaned against her, fumbling with some unimportant book; her mood still soured by the mention of the Creatures.

"This will probably call for a council…" Emmeryn murmured.

Chrom nodded, but Robin could tell he didn't like the sound of it. "It will take days to assemble everyone," Chrom said with an annoyed voice.

"And we'll have much to do before then," Emmeryn said as she began gathering the report. Lisssa stepped back and allowed her older sister to stand up. Chrom and Robin stood up in turn. "Phila, I'd like you and your women to keep a sharp eye out for these Creatures."

"Milady," Phila said with a bow.

"Frederick, Chrom, I'd like you both to attend once the board is assembled. Tell them everything you told me." Chrom and his knight nodded.

"I'll begin penning letters to the Dukes and Landlords immediately," Frederick said. His brow furrowed. "I'll make sure the urgency is apparent. Even if it's been less than a month since the last report, I'm sure they'll come if they're aware of the danger."

"I doubt that," Chrom said with a hint of disdain.

Emmeryn held the report in her arms. "I thank everyone for your time. You are all dismissed." The knights put a clenched fist to their hearts and bowed in salute. Chrom and Lissa did no such thing, and Robin wasn't sure which action to take. He just bowed lightly.

"Emm, where's Robin supposed to stay?" Lissa asked as Frederick locked the Study doors behind him.

"Why don't you help him pick out a room?" Emmeryn suggested with a smile. "Now's as good a time as any for those tours you love to give." Lissa's smile reached both of her ears.

"Milady, I'll see myself out then," Phila said. "I'll deliver word to my knights before it turns dark." She turned to Robin with a knowing smile. "And I'll be sure to remind them to be more careful. The Pegasus Knights have a reputation to keep."

Robin didn't say anything, but he'd rather she didn't scold anyone on his account. Emmeryn gave a worried smile. "If you believe it necessary, Phila. Go in peace." The knight saluted once more before exiting down a hallway.

Emmeryn turned to Chrom. "I'll hold a brief meeting with the Castle staff, I will send for you when we're ready."

"If you say so," Chrom said with a wince. "Not sure what I can say that won't be said later at the council."

"Your presence will be an assurance to the others."

"...Right… If you say so." If Robin had to guess, any meetings that weren't exclusively with the prince's sister weren't his favorite.

Prince…!

"That will be all. It was a pleasure Robin, I hope your time here is well spent." Lissa gave her sister another huge hug before the Exalt went on her way. Frederick went on his own way directly after her.

Now it was just the three of them.

Robin's knees buckled. Chrom was surprised and attempted to keep him steady, but Robin willingly let himself drop and pressed his forehead to the ground.

"Milord, Sire! Please forgive me for my horrible manners! I had no idea, honest, I swear! I never meant to-"

"Enough of that," Chrom said sternly. "Hey, enough of that!" He forcefully pulled Robin to his feet and started dusting him off. Lissa was stifling her giggles. Chrom held his shoulders firmly and looked him in the eyes. "Wasn't Chrom just fine before?"

"Er…"

"Just Chrom worked before and it'll work just fine now. I never cared about formalities. But if you really do want to offend me, by all means, feel free to continue with the 'sirs' and 'lords'."

"...Duly noted."

Chrom let go and the sudden release of pressure was very apparent. Robin shook his head. It was still hard to process. He'd been travelling with the prince this whole time. It should have been obvious now that he took the time to think about it. Royalty was always a possibility after he had come to Ylisstol, but he had been tempering his expectations.

"I expect anyone who fights alongside me in battle to treat me as nothing more than an equal," Chrom said. "...That's why I didn't say anything when we met or as we traveled - and like I said, I am sorry about that. I'd hoped we'd at least have things cleared up before coming here."

Robin paused, and slowly nodded. Chrom nodded back and looked down the hallway. "Anyway, I'm afraid I'm going to be pretty busy for the rest of the day. Robin, about your dwellings…"

Robin swallowed hard. "If you're going to offer a room in the castle… please don't. I'm not sure I could handle it."

"Well, there's always the barracks, I suppose," Chrom said. "That should do for now anyway… Out of the streets for now till things calm down back in town, and I'm sure that's as good an excuse as any to introduce him to the other Shepherds."

Oh right, there's more of them. Frederick said… seven others? Eight?

The Captain - or rather the Prince, was about ready to head down the hallway when Robin stopped him. "I'm grateful Chrom, I truly am. I'm not sure where I'm heading, but I'm glad I started with you and Lissa."

Chrom reached out and gripped Robin's shoulder. "Whatever you plan on doing after this Robin… Just know that you're always welcome here. And if nothing works out - well, there's always room for another Shepherd." He gave the wanderer a firm nod before heading away.

If I don't do anything else… would I be serving under the realm's Prince? ...Could I even do that?

Robin felt Lissa tug at his sleeve. Her eyes were practically sparkling. "Now that all the boring stuff is out of the way, I can give you the grand tour!" She pulled and lead Robin out of the hall. "It'll have to be the abridged version of course, it's pretty late and we'll eat soon. I know! We'll have a big buffet at the barracks for you and the Shepherds! Perfect way to unwind after a long trip!"

Robin blinked. "W-woah slow down, we're not going to skim the whole castle are we?"

"Not all of it! Just most of it!"

True to her word, Lissa's tour was heavily abridged. They spent the most time in the Central Wing where the kitchen was located, and hardly spent more than ten minutes at a time in the other two. The Central Wing was for business, and contained offices for Ylissean Officials as well as the throne room. The West Wing, which Robin was most familiar with, was for housing the servants and other guests. The East Wing was strictly practical; it contained an armory, a weapons vault, and the Archives Phila had mentioned earlier.

Presently Lissa skimmed past the hallways where the bedrooms resided. Most of the Central wing's chambers went unused as the servants and guests were usually housed in the West Wing. The Exalt however, had a grand suite reserved for herself. He was told the suite contained a bedroom, a lounge, and a washroom all for the Exalt's personal use, and someday she might get a room just like her's.

Lissa had every intention of showing off every single room, including her big sister's ornate quarters, but Robin convinced her it would be best to move on.

In the narrative where I am some sort of spy this would be too good to pass up… which is why I can't even afford to be seen near anyone's quarters for now.

Every once in a while Robin came across a strangely colored panel in the wall - just off-color enough to be visible. He had seen these throughout his stay in the castle but only now decided to investigate. He pressed down on a panel, and it suddenly swung outward at an angle, exposing a hidden cabinet. The cabinet's contents; a healing stave much like what the Exalt had used on him, and a short sword.

'In case of emergency - press wall.' Interesting…

"Frederick came up with that!" Lissa said. "The whole… springy-part anyway. The castle's always had secret compartments like that."

"I see."

The Kitchen was huge and made up a decent sector of the first floor. There was a main room, beset by multiple ovens and stoves, which bled into storage rooms for dried meats, and open air rooms where vegetables and fruit were kept.

Some servants were already at work, setting pork to roast, stewing vegetables, and squeezing fruit for juice. Many smiled and called out to the Princess, cheerily besetting her with questions like old friends. Lissa smiled and stopped to talk to a few of them, allowing Robin time to digest the environment. Some of the workers were boys, hardly older than Lissa, but they had several older servants to show them the ropes. The atmosphere is certainly friendly. Obviously the Exalt treats her people well.

Lissa hastily put in a new order for the buffet she mentioned earlier. She was very specific on the types of veggies that were to be stewed and which were to be served on their own. An older servans made suggestions like what drinks to serve. A pig, roasted whole, was chosen as the main event for the meal, and the servants went to work immediately. Some of the dishes they were already working on were redirected into Lissa's order. The Princess, content, yanked Robin away once more to continue the tour.

Castle Ylisstol actually seemed smaller on the outside. The sprawling hallways and row upon row of chambers seemed far away upon stepping out the door. Robin tried to picture where each chamber he had been inside would be located from the exterior. The Castle rested upon a flat sect of earth, overflowing with green grass wherever there wasn't a building or path of cobbled stone. The land surrounding the castle was slightly more hilly. There were smaller buildings placed throughout the estate, which were offices for the knight's corps, one for the ground units, another for the Pegaus Knights. To the east, right outside the castle, was a set of barracks, and north of them was a fenced off training ground. He could hear the slight murmur of shouting and clanking steel and armor.

"The guard's pretty small these days, there's only just enough to guard the city," Lissa said. "That's where the Shepherds come in."

"So they're a branch of the military then?"

"Not… exactly? Chrom would explain it better than me."

"Well, how are they recruited? Conscription?"

"No, it's all volunteer. Chrom never made anybody join him." Lissa paused and stopped walking. Robin was about to ask her something when she turned around. "Listen, he has this problem where he doesn't tell people what he wants, even if it's better for everyone else. He's probably going to be mad if he figures out I told you this but…"

"But?"

"He really wants you to join. Like really. He thinks we need a tactician, cause making all the decisions on his own is hard. Frederick's already the second-in-command and he helps him out a lot… but it's not the same 'cause y'know, he cares more about keeping the two of us safe.

"He tried to make one of the people already with us a tactician but that didn't last very long. She's a good thinker but she doesn't work with people as well…"

And he thinks I do?

"He never said anything before 'cause he felt bad about roping you along, what with your memory and everything."

Robin furrowed his brow and thought for a moment. It's not that I don't want to stay here with Chrom, but am I really that valuable? I feel like every victory I've had was more by luck than anything… can you really deserve something just by lucking out?

"He doesn't wanna make you," Lissa continued. "Like if you're worried about some other job… or you think it'd get in the way of getting help… and it is dangerous. Both Chrom and Emm had to have some serious convincing before I could even march with the others…"

"No, that's not it. It's just…" Robin sighed. "I really wanna stay… but I need a better idea of what I'm getting myself into."

That excited Lissa. "But you do wanna stay? Really?"

"I still want to think about it some more though."

"Well let's not waste any time then, forget about the tour! I was going to show you where the soldiers slept, but forget that! Let's take you to the other Shepherds! Let's get you all acquainted as soon as possible!

She grabbed his coat sleeve and lead him down the cobbled path. "A-alright."

Phila bemusedly watched as the princess tugged the newcomer across the field, on the way to the barracks. The young princess's antics, when watched from afar, never failed to bring a smile to her face. In some ways, Lissa reminded her of a younger Emmeryn. Before she took to the throne…

Genius that I am, I managed to accidentally replace this entire original chapter with a much later one by accident during an update. A guest reader helpfully pointed this out. My original FFNET docs were long expired by then, so I had to sift through my drafts to piece this chapter back together. I can't help but have this nagging feeling that some passage has been lost to the void of time because of this kerfuffle. I guess I just have to keep better track of my documents from now on, and be better about backing up my files before important updates.