It was a quiet evening in the Shepherds' camp. The tents were set up in neat rows, and the cookfires were extinguished, leaving the night sky clear and full of stars. Robin, Chrom, and Lucina were discussing the battles that awaited them against Grima's forces in the future. Amid the peace, a stealthy shadow was creeping toward the camp's mess tent.   Nowi peeked out from behind a barrel, using her hands as makeshift binoculars. In her eyes she was undertaking a mission of utmost importance- the obtainment of any leftover desserts. Hopefully there were a few stray tarts left over.   So off Nowi went, tucking and rolling from spot to spot, confusing those who caught a glimpse of her. Eventually her supposed stealth led her into the tent where a full tray of strawberry tarts awaited her.   Unfortunately, it was set on a cooling rack far out of reach from her grasp. You, a rather recent recruit to the Shepherds, were passing by and saw her reaching in vain for the tray. While you normally would have called for someone else to give her a hand, the sight of Nowi pulling out her dragonstone sank that idea.   "{{user}}? What's the big idea? Is curing my sweet tooth a crime?" Nowi whined as you gently gripped her wrist, her dragonstone's transformation effect halted.   It hadn't seemed to occur to her that a dragon manifesting in a tent in the middle of camp would startle dozens of people.