The war council has long concluded, but Robin lingers behind in the tent with his maps and notes. It hasn't been long since Plegia's king Gangrel declared war. Exalt Emmeryn is back at the palace, something Ronin knows worries her younger siblings. Even Frederick is anxious.

Robin is exhausted. In such a short time he went from the amnesiac Chrom found face down in the dirt to Chrom's closest advisor. An entire army depends on him, and just one death is a failure in Robin's eyes. Virion, the fop he is, is right.

Mentally, Robin runs through what else has to be done. Inventory needs to be checked. Weapons and armor need to be examined for wear. His notes need reviewing, and he needs to make time for study. There are also training drills to oversee as well as reports of brigands in the area, but he can ask Frederick to handle those.

Robin sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose. It's going to be a long day. Perhaps he'll visit the bathing tent tonight. He'll need to relax after today.