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Robin @tacticianrobin.bsky.social · 14/10/2026

Another stranger passed by. This one, however, seemed contemplative of where he was. Confused. But also...curious. And yet, this was one individual who seemed out of place. "These temples are all so similar, yet different... Despite the differences in gods. Hm," The traveler noted, to himself.

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--think we've exhausted our options for now. The best thing we can do is just keep up our studies and training. We can be vigilant for whatever else may happen. Consider that some advice in terms of tactics: Be ready for changes at a moment's notice."

--happened to Remire either. I'd ask him more, but he's away for the month." He ended up closing the book. The passage about the Valley of Torment had been the closest to new informationt the two of them had gleaned, but the problem had been whatever connected these seemingly loose threads. "I--

--what it's worth, I suppose I can't blame him. I can't claim to know his history, or whatever else may be going on with Byleth, but it sounds like he wasn't too happy about being volunteered. Many mercenaries value their freedom," Robin said, letting out a sigh. "I know he's not happy about what--

--monastery. Robin himself had...warmed up to the Archbishop relatively quickly. In fact, the way her bearing had been caused him to slip up and admit far too much about himself to her. Still, no...not yet. One day, he'd come clean. But for right now, he hesitated. It was too outlandish. "...For--

What Dorothea told Robin was curiouser and curiouser on the whole. Whatever the case of Jeralt's supposed longevity, it didn't help with what was going on with those ne'er do wells who ruined Remire. But he /did/ find it curious that Jeralt seemed so edgy around Rhea when Byleth had come to the--

--steer clear of them where I can. Assuming I can even recognize them," Robin admitted. "I've a blade on me, and some vulneraries. I should be okay." He gestured toward the scabberd on his belt barely concealed beneath his coat.

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'Most' of the time. Robin raised an eyebrow at that. This Talimun was definitely more of a question mark compared to the likes of the Anna sisters he dealt with back at home. That bunch was fairly simple, all things considered. "No, but I do appreciate the information on those treasures. I know to-

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--"And you're interested in them. You don't strike me as someone blindly seeking power, though. Needless to say, that sounds like a dangerous hobby." His voice became a bit deadpan after that. He wasn't /judging/ Talimun. No, he was more /worried/ than anything.

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Upon hearing what the cost of those treasures were, Robin frowned. His interest waned and gave way for concern instead. "Power at a cost, eh?" Robin said, folding his arms. "I can't say any of that appeals to me." He had /many/ reasons to feel that way. Something like these treasures... Well...--

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Such a kind voice behind the mask, too. Far different from Lucina or Gerome's stoicism, the Death Knight's bloodlust or the Flame Emperor's almost detached behavior... "I... can't say I feel drawn to any, one way or another," Robin admitted, scratching the back of his head. "I'm sort of learning."

--himself for now. Forseti in particular, being quite a strong tome in Ylisse. But even Thoron and Bolganone could raise eyebrows, considering he knew the magic would manifest differently from what others might know. "I'm not sure what to think of that. I've not really cared about riches."

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Robin @tacticianrobin.bsky.social · 11/10/2026

"Treasures? Just for the sake of their rarity?" Robin asked, raising an eyebrow. He hadn't heard of anything called 'Drake's Treasures' prior to this. His curiosity was definitely piqued, even if he himself was far from a treasure hunter. It was part of the reason he chose to keep his tomes to--

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{Sorry if I've been fairly slow. Fortune's Weave has consumed my time lately. Big time. I think about reaching out and then I get back into it.}

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Robin @tacticianrobin.bsky.social · 11/10/2026

{Be well, friend. Take all the time you need.}

--he knew, while also in a different country... It was just too much for anyone here to understand. Besides, best not say anything about what /could/ be. "Rare goods, huh? And all kinds. That's interesting to think about. To what end though?"

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"I've met a merchant or two before, yes," Robin explained, purposely downplaying what he had seen. His experiences would have been far too unbelievable. Between fighting an evil world-ending dragon that was himself from a potential future and finding his way /here/ in the distant past of the Fodlan-

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"Oh. Uhh, no, I'm fine," Robin stammered, a bit surprised by her friendliness, even behind her mask. It was odd to think about how the individuals he associated with masks had been more stoic when he had seen them. First Lucina, then Jeritza and then Edelgard. "I'm just in awe of these temples..."

From Robin's periphery, he noticed someone waving at him. He raised an eyebrow. Some...cat-masked person was waving at him. Taking a moment to approach the mystery person. "Err, hello. Can I help you?" He asked. His eyes were a bit wide in confusion.

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("These temples are...more grand than I could have expected. More than I care for personally though. Rhea, what would you think of all of this?") Robin thought. He hadn't noticed the cat masked priest however.

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--Dagda knew, Robin was just some sort of strange traveler with only a scant idea of who he was. "That would explain how you would figure something out about me. Information would be crucial to one such as you and money talks. Well, to what do I owe the pleasure, Talimun?"

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Robin @tacticianrobin.bsky.social · 09/10/2026

"A merchant, you say?" Robin asked, with surprise. Well, that was...unexpected. Then again, most of his experiences with merchants had been Anna. Maybe some others on occasion back home. To say nothing of the variety that Fodlan had. But that was something he kept to himself. As far as anyone in--

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--which is fine. But the lack of busywork means I'm left wondering: Who am I? The answers still haven't come to me even now."

Robin @tacticianrobin.bsky.social · 09/10/2026

Two years. Two years since Robin had, as far as he was concerned, failed. He had been far too fresh. Far too confident. Telling Chrom, assuring him that they would return with Emmeryn in tow. Even now, he still felt guilt over that. "Not anything more or less than it's been. Plegia's been quiet,--

Robin @tacticianrobin.bsky.social · 09/10/2026

"Nothing from what I can see. Just doing it because my mind is busy. As it's wont to be," Robin answered, scratching the back of his head.

--Dagda, in what seemed to be the past of what he knew in Fodlan was...bizarre in his mind. Hence why he definitely wanted to keep his head down where he could. "The real question would be who wants to know?" Yep, he had no idea who this was.

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Robin was a bit surprised he had already somehow made a name for himself. That Majide fellow had picked a fight with the tactician at one point, but Robin had held his own. "Err... They may be overselling it, but I am something of a tactician by trade," Robin explained. Though how he had ended up--

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{I like to headcanon that the sword that the Brave M!Robin alt in FEH has is a forged Silver Sword in Awakening. As in, it's a specialized sword made of silver with an engraving of the oath Robin and Chrom swore after Emm's fall on it. I already had the idea before the alt, but still.}

An image of Brave Male Robin from Fire Emblem Heroes holding his unique sword.

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"Well... You're nothing, if not consistent, old friend," Robin said, with a wince. Yet another destroyed dummy. How droll. Yet the consistency was nice to see, especially after all of the tumult that had been happening.

The fact was that Robin had been wandering Dagsion out of curiosity. But he was fairly tight-lipped on how he even arrived. "Curiosity, honestly," Robin assured her. He didn't speak with reverence, but neither was he disrespectful. "I know nothing of the gods, nor the temples. Life's about--

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--Dagsion... This is no small town or city. It's gigantic..." She seemed kind enough though, offering to help him. "Let's see... I believe I was seeking a nearby inn."

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Robin was jolted out of his thoughts as he was approached by someone unfamiliar. Of course, he was partially playing the role of an amnesiac traveler, though the truth wasn't far off. "Oh! Um... I'm just learning the lay of the land," Robin answered, with a small smile. "Though you're right.--

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--drawn in by your music. I didn't mean to interrupt." He spoke as honestly as he could. The /last/ thing he wanted was to cause problems.

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Be it Ylisse or the Fodlan he knew, Robin had never ever heard such music like that before. The instrument was unlike any he had seen. Few as they had been, at least. Hence his wide-eyed surprise. "Oh, um...likewise to you, too, milady," Robin said, inclining his head a bit. "Forgive me, I was--

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("Is this really the land Shamir came from? It seems so vast,") Robin thought, perplexed beyond belief. He couldn't fathom it. Now /he/ was in the past. Not unlike what Lucina had done for him. Other realms were one thing, but time? Still, he heard some...music? He approached it, unfamiliar with--

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{Like I always say: Don't worry about that. Just take care of yourself first and foremost. I can wait patiently for stuff we can do until then, and I'm sure countless others feel the same way. Hope you have fun with said friend.}

Robin @tacticianrobin.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

"Of course. Take care, Leda. I'll be staying in the city inn. If I happen to see you there, I'll come over and say hello," Robin said, giving her one last smile before turning and heading out. ("The Heroic Games huh? Differences aside, the concept seems similar to the arena fights in Ferox... Hm.")

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--lines. That...would be something Inigo or Sylvain would do. "Of course. I'll seek you out for that match. As for the games, I've heard about them. I'll watch, to see what kind of tactics I could potentially learn," Robin admitted, scratching the back of his head.

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He shook his head. First off, that sort of attitude wasn't the kind Robin did. He'd only save those particular kind of words for a spouse. But even /then/, it just wasn't in Robin's nature. His cheeks turned that tint of red when Leda teased, but fortunately, she knew he wasn't trying any sort of--

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--truth is that I just happened to walk into it first. I pondered the choice briefly, saw it and then walked in. Mind you, I'm glad I did. I got to meet you, Leda."

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--stifling... It probably was a good thing that he had chosen this one first on a whim. "I'd love to say that there was something poetic about how the whims of fate led me to this particular temple, due to how less stifling it is," Robin said, with a bit of a faux theatrical tone. "...But the--

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Love, huh? Something Robin himself had only given passing thoughts on. Once upon a time, he wouldn't have even considered it. Especially once he had learned of what he was meant to be. But now, that curse was essentially gone... Still, he did find it interesting that Leda found this temple less--

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--that much for standing on ceremony. I like that." A goddess almost after Chrom's own heart. Obviously, he wouldn't speak /that/ casually. Not on a first meeting. But just the way Leda didn't even call her 'Lady Kalla' spoke volumes.

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--for Robin to regain his composure. "What you describe about her does make her seem more...approachable, honestly," Robin said, finally, allowing that same smile from before to emerge. "One would think the divine fairly distant, even when they mean well. Sounds almost like she doesn't care--

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