LOCKED TO NILLA

[plegia]

[Provoking an attack from Ylisse was much harder than Gangrel had thought it would be. Sure, he could just declare war on the neighboring country, but Aversa had advised against it. Aversa was his tactician and while he couldn't say he agreed with everything she did, she was the best he had. Gangrel certainly wasn't any good at battle tactics. He was much better suited to his role as the king of Plegia.

He's standing over a map tonight, pushing a few carved pieces that represent his army and groups of bandits that can be coerced into doing whatever he wants them to. He frowns, shifts the pieces a bit, then glances down at the letter Aversa left him. Her tactics seem solid, but he can't help but wonder if there's a better way to go about it. Gangrel doesn't care if people die, but it seems stupid to put them in a position where most of them will die.

It's not like he has any better ideas. With a sigh, Gangrel takes a seat and continues nudging the pieces into different locations and frowning at the note. This is going to be a long night.]

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[famedgenius]

[ It's disorienting, to say the least, to wake up with your memory wiped clean. Luckily she'd been found quickly, and was deemed useful enough to join the Plegians, but... even with the bits and pieces of information Robin's regained over the past few hours, something still feels off. Like a word's on the tip of her tongue, but it's just not there no matter how hard she thinks.

She stops just outside of Gangrel's tent on her way to check out the weapon supplies, her train of thought about wanting to try casting magic broken by his sigh. Curiosity gets the better of her: she watches him fiddle with the pawns for a few seconds before announcing her presence. ]

... Milord? [ That's the appropriate title, right? At least, that's what Aversa used... Robin lingers in the entrance, unsure if she's even allowed to enter. ] What are you doing? [ She nods her head slightly to the map on the table. It looks like he's thinking about something, at least... ]

[plegia]

[Gangrel jumps at the voice (it's not a familiar one, but there are plenty of soldiers and it's not like he'd ever bother getting to know any of them) and turns immediately, expression wary. He almost looks like he's going to yell at being interrupted, but the girl who greeted him is definitely odd. Her clothes aren't that of a normal soldier's and she certainly isn't familiar.]

...I'm preparing for the next strike, what's it look like? Who are you anyway?

[famedgenius]

Ah-- sorry! [ She's quick to bow her head (another thing she picked up from the other soldiers). ] My name's Robin. [ Funny, how she only just remembered that. But she feels like she'd be the only one in this situation to find humor in that.

With no actual indication that she shouldn't, Robin steps closer to him, her next words flowing out of her naturally. ] Perhaps I can help? I know a bit about tactics... [ "A bit" feels like an understatement, even now, with how the gears in her brain begin turning on their own as soon as the word "tactics" left her mouth. ]