>>5497349After taking your exit of the command tent, you head over to where the Professor had mentioned you would be able to find the Black Eagles. You’re pointed over to a small cliff that overlooks the logistical effort currently being undertaken by the Knights and Blackwings. As you reach the top, you find a scattering of soldiers, some of whom are clad in armor very similar to that of which you’d seen back in the Empire. A man with stark, bright orange hair is delegating orders to those around him. He notices you approaching and calls out to you.
“Ho there! Are you from the Blackwings? An axle on one of our wagons broke. Do you think you can lend us a hand?” Up close, you can tell as clear as day that before you stands Ferdinand von Aegir.
“…Ho there?” Is that anyway to greet an old classmate of yours? Your manners must have seriously deteriorated over the years, Ferdinand.” Corrine chastises him, as he looks on utterly perplexed.
“…Corrine? Then that must mean you’re…” He turns to you, and for a second you think he’s about to react in a hostile manner. After all, the two of you did meet previously as enemies. You instinctively flinch and take a step back as he draws nearer, only to be surprised when he slaps a palm on both you and Corrine’s shoulders.
“Blair! It’s so good to see the two of you again! It’s been far too long!”
“Oh, it has. The last I recall; we sent you running with your tail behind your legs back at Charon.” Corrine says, smugly.
>“Corirne!” You almost berate your sister before Ferdinand interjects.“I’d prefer to forget all about that if you don’t mind.” He says, placing a hand on his head as if he were suddenly experiencing a migraine. “It’s true, we were enemies for a time. But a lot has changed since then. I hold no grudge against you. You’d caught us completely unaware in the dead of night. If you’d wanted, you could have easily slaughtered my men and I while we slept. You chose instead to force us into a retreat by severely crippling our supply line. The march back to Imperial territory was difficult, but it was preferrable to the mass slaughter you could have inflicted. Though it sounds strange to say, for that, you have my gratitude.” He bows his head. “And besides, I’ve learned a lot from that encounter. I won’t be making the same mistake again; you can count on that.”
“Ferdie! We’ve finished tending to the wounded. How are things going on your end?” You hear a familiar voice call out from behind you. Turning around, you notice two women are approaching your small group. One is a radiant looking brunette, wearing a rather fancy looking red dress that seems almost comically out of place given your current location. The other is shorter, with purple, messy hair, and a concerned look on her face. Time may have certainly changed these two, but you instinctively know who they are at a mere glance. Dorothea and Bernadetta.
