#breidabloom

Are you stuck with glass bones and paper skin? Sick of just having pedestrian magic to your name? The professors are holding a special class for the squishiest of mages, clerics, and archers, where they may learn close-quarters self-defense if they’re ambushed by an enemy. [Grants Gauntlets +1]

mission board starter for @apostatizing and @breidabloom

Zephia would never call herself a "squishy mage" but it seems she has put herself in a position that she is meant to be teaching a seminar on self-defense. How curious. Why her of all people? She knew that she was strong, but anyone else would guess that she was just a typical mage looking at her. Except for Lord Sombron, he had always known the true strength lingering within her.

She smiles at the two kids before, well... more at the one who did not happen to be from Elyos. Luckily, she is not stuck with one of those little royals who seemed to plague her so much. Or even worse: the Divine Dragon. Still, that orange that burns as bright as the desert sun reflecting across the sand blazes her heart, driving another stake into her as if to push home the point that she would never be the good that everyone wished to see in this world.

"How wonderful to have you both here for this little lesson! I simply couldn't be more excited to impart such useful life lessons upon you children." Her words are through gritted teeth, trying to keep up a smile as to not terrify the poor little Blue Lion. As for Panette, she didn't care what the girl thought of her. Surely she shared the same sentiment as her liege, if she had even bothered to remember who Zephia was at all.

What a tempting offer. She read the card a couple times over before wiggling closer to the rose. He seemed trustworthy enough. A person turned into a flower and a dragon turned into a snake. What a strange turn of events. She huffed a sigh and rested under his leaves.

To Louis, it was clear that the Corrin and Celica these guards spoke of were impostors. Just by the descriptions given, the Corrin was too open, with too much pep in their step and the woman calling herself Celica was but a pale imitation of his liege’s confidant in all aspects.

But, judging by the guards’ shocked expression, this was news to them. Before the guards could express this shock in words, Louis gave his assurance that he would be on the case.

“Firene’s honor is on the line just as much as Faerghus’. The name of the Emblem entrusted to the royal princess cannot be sullied by an impostor.” Louis said, quickly adding his plan de campagne to the conversation. “I will observe the king and make sure to separate him from from this unsavory company. All I need are local garments and perhaps, someone as familiar with the real royalty. I only know of the Emblem manifestation of Celica, so someone familiar with the princesses should prevent me from making any miscalculations.” Louis said, his politeness clouded by the sensitivity of the mission.

“We can certainly satisfy you on one count.” the guards said. “Though garments can best be purchased in the market. His Majesty should be there too.”