Ylissitol, current era is unknown.
A cold night had fallen upon the capital of the Halidom, pressing much of the populace inside their homes and taverns whilst the open air stalls of the markets were dutifully guarded by grumpy soldiers; it was an image of peace like any other, a sight for sore eyes for a country at war no doubt, thankfully knaves and thieves chose to lay low enough for the pocket of patrols to project enough security for much of the taverns and inhabitants to keep themselves up throughout the night without fear of repercussion – Ylissitol was at peace, whether that was a sweet lie or the actual truth – Robin preferred to keep the illusion alive after a hard trek through the Outrealm.
Something of a longing sigh escaped the young woman; one of the few good things about the Outrealm was the wealth of its bandits and marauders. After defending oneself gold bullions were more, more than enough to rent a room inside the closest tavern of the castle and enjoy some fine entertainment amidst the easily intimidated nobles who had already given this strange fellow a wide berth; a good warm soup and a half drunk bottle of wine were as much celebration as any for this traveller, even if there wasn’t any army at her back Robin could at least acknowledge a day well spent on her lonesome!
‘’So, you call yourself Robin?’’
The innkeeper had a natural grave voice with a strong body and an even stronger beard, a kind of man that could pass as fatherly or monstrous on occasion he gave the half-drunk a careful glance that didn’t escape the would-be tactician vigilance, she nodded softly, having finished her meal and throwing back her hair behind her neck.
‘’Yep, Yep, I’m afraid I don’t have much to tell beside that’’
A bold faced lie; for a moment she stared at the hungry fire in the room, wondering if she could earn her place as some kind of storyteller despite being in the twenties.
‘’Well if you want I could give you some rundown’’
‘’No thank, I know all I need’’
Again she refused, lying once more; robin had no idea about the current, true state of Ylisse in this exit of the Outrealm and as far as she was concerned, that was a fine thing to do; Tacticians ought to be paranoid and absorb as much knowledge as they can but she doesn’t have any army at her back anymore, the best way to start anew would be to try and forget about that entire mess.
‘’I’ll just… enjoy the hospitality my money bought me, sire’’
‘’I can let you keep your room for a day or two, on the house’’
His generosity stung, thus Robin hid her expression with another swig of the bottle, she knew very well she was as lightweight as a kid with the stuff so carefully tried to manage the intake, still she already felt half convinced of being drunk already.
Ylissean are good people…
Part of her felt like trying her luck to walk into the area of the Exalt castle, the mere fact of standing in the capitol was enough to engulf the woman in poisonous nostalgia, but instead she choose the bitter wisdom of staying put, she could only hope the name ‘’robin’’ wasn’t too important to cause some late night response from the castle – it’d evidently be much more reasonable if she were to use another name – but Robin had her pride, she was no criminal in Ylisse, never had been; it wouldn’t do any harm to be honest in travels, right?
Don’t know if I believe that…
Perhaps, perhaps not; the night wasn’t so young anymore. Who’s to tell how the final act would turn out?