>>5654332Your eyes fall on the far end of the room. Dedue, ever Dimitri’s faithful servant, stands by his side and gives you a polite nod. Dimitri, meanwhile, has his only remaining eye fixated on you. His armor is chipped and scarred, with traces of mud splattered on it. You can tell immediately from his body language and expression that he’s hardly paid any attention to the proceedings in the room, and the look he gives you is almost enough to cause you to take a step back. Instead, you and Corrine bow in the presence of him and the other nobles.
>“King Dimitri. My lords. Thank you for welcoming us into your camp. I am looking forward to working together with each of you. The Blackwings are at you-”“Who sent for this woman?” Dimitri interrupts you. As if in an instant, any good cheer that had been in the room has been sucked dry.
“My lord.” Rodrigue answers. “I did. We had spoken of employing mercenaries at Gronder, and the Blackwings are-”
“Are in the service of the Leicester Alliance.” Dimitri cuts him off. “I seem to recall them joining that snake Claude, even after the Kingdom had funded them with the gold necessary to start their company. So, tell me, Blair d’Rusalka.” He spits out your name with venom. “Why have you come here? Is this perhaps one of your lord’s famous tricks? Should I have you dealt with now before you betray us on the battlefield?”
>A): I am no longer in Claude’s service and wish to pledge myself to the Kingdom once more.>B): I am a mercenary. It’s only natural that our allegiances may change during the course of the war.>C): I wished to pay the Kingdom back for the good it did me and assist you in your battle.>D): Write-in 