Robin sighs as he explores the area around Southtown. Chrom found him in a field near here, so he had decided it would be the best place to start. He stands in the field where he was found many months ago. Nothing seems out of the ordinary. It's like any other field in Ylisse. Robin sighs. Nope. No memories were triggered.

Ronin returns to the town. It's a peaceful place built on a river that runs through the center. The buildings are still recovering from the fire the Plegians had set so long ago. Robin had asked around earlier, but no one knew him from before. They just recognize him as the royal advisor and tactician, nothing more.

He enters a tavern, somewhat frustrated. He ignores the whispers and stares of the curious patrons, ordering a mead. Why was he in that field that day? Where was he from? Briefly, he considers looking into Plegia for answers. The design on his robes was Plegian, after all, Grimleal specifically. He cringes at the thought. Visiting Plegia so soon after the war doesn't sound pleasant. Assassination is practically guaranteed.

There's also his new duties as the royal advisor and tactician to deal with. Chrom's wedding isn't far off either. Chrom had asked him to serve as his head groomsman, much to Robin's surprise. He had expected the prince to ask Frederick or even Vaike. But, Chrom had insisted, and Robin would hate to disappoint Chrom and his new wife.

This union will be a symbol of a new beginning of Ylisse. A symbol of peace, free from the decades-long war. Even after, there are treaties to sign and a royal tour to heal to scars of war. No, Robin can't leave just yet.

Robin looks down at his drink. Perhaps he doesn't truly want answers. Perhaps it's best not to know.