“By the gods, what had these bandits been raiding?”

The powerful sheen of battle might be fading from her presence, and yet Robin still glows with excitement. Ah, the financial potential stored within...! 

“Chrom, we could reoutfit the entire faction twice over with all this! Or… maybe we should try to see if there’s anywhere local some of it should be returned to?”

“Chrom?” Robin knocked on the wooden door that lead to the prince’s room, hoping he wasn’t interrupting anything important. He sort of felt like he had to be.... after all, the prince had to be doing something of great significance if he would skip out on the festivities, right...? But Robin had to be honest with himself - he was also worried. It wasn’t like Chrom to just vanish into his room like this, and especially without telling at least someone what he was up to. And it was usually Robin he told, so the fact that even the tactician had no idea what he was up to left Robin with a gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach.