>>5314698“Prince Dimitri!” Bertram exclaims. He dismounts from his horse, immediately taking a knee. His men follow suit. You and your party, however, continue standing. He’s not your prince, after all. “My lord!” Bertram looks up. “Are you alright? Get the prince some aid, quickly!”
“No need to worry, good sir. I will be fine.” Dimitri winces. He has one arm around Dedue for support. “I take it from the insignia you wear, you are knights from nearby Charon. From the bottom of my heart, I thank you for coming to our aid. How did you know we might be here?”
Sir Gerold is still screaming. Caleb mercifully walks over and gags the man, giving him something to bite down upon.
Sir Bertram gestures in your direction. “A student of Garreg Mach, my lord. She fled to Charon in need of aid and informed the Margrave of the monastery’s predicament. When my master heard the news, he had us scour the forest to find you and ensure your safety.”
Dimitri looks at you in surprise. The boy’s blonde hair is matted with blood, and his armor is cracked and dented in various paces. He sports a black eye, as well as a limp. But that’s it. He carries no wound that looks as though it may be deep or grievous. You recall the dead Imperial soldiers that were littering the outside of Fort Highwind. None of the other Blue Lions appear to be present and joining the conversation. Does that mean that these two alone killed all those soldiers, all after having fled through the siege? What manner of beast is he?
“My friend, thank you for bring word to the Margrave.” He addresses you. “I am heartened to hear that there were other students who were able to escape the monastery unharmed, and it seems you made great haste in doing so. Please, tell me your name.”
>A): Blair Weaver>B): Blair d’Rusalka>C): My lord, perhaps we may speak upon returning to Charon? 