A/N: I'M NOT DEAD! Sorry it's been so long since I updated this story. I got caught up in my Elder Scrolls fics and couldn't stop. Then Driver's Ed came up. Then I needed to do research for College. Then came Lords of the Fallen. Now then, back to work.

Robin brought his sword up, parrying an assassin's blade before throwing himself to the side to avoid an incoming arrow from his companion.

The fort that the bandits were at the moment sheltering in was on the north-eastern corner of the Valm continent and the bandits inside had been harassing nearby villages.

Robin fired off a Bolganone, causing an eruption of lava to consume one of his opponents, but the other sprinted forward, swinging his Silver Sword, catching Robin's arm and cutting through his cloak. Robin felt a small explosion of energy erupt from his arm, buffering the blow as he spun away.

Before Robin could bring up his sword or tome, the assassin stiffened. Moments later, a Killing Edge erupted from his chest as someone stabbed into him from behind. As the bandit fell, Robin caught sight of his saviour.

"Are you alright?" the man asked as Robin examined his arm. The wound was very shallow, barely a line across the flesh.

"I'll live." The Grandmaster responded, lowering his arm. "Naga bless Pavise."

The man smiled and raised his head. "My father used to say the same thing."

When he met Robin's eye, the mercenary froze, eyes locked on the Grandmaster's face.

"What is it?" Robin asked, trying to let on how uncomfortable he felt at the moment.

The man continued staring for a moment before he finally spoke. "Are you Robin? Grandmaster of the Shepherds?"

Robin nodded. "Yes. That's me."

A smile broke out on the man's face. "Then...you're my father."

Robin froze, taking in the man's face for a few moments, noting the white hair. "We'll talk about that later. Let's finish the battle first."

The man nodded. "Alright. My name's Inigo, by the way."

Robin nodded. "Alright, Inigo. Here's the plan."

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Finally, the bandit leader fell, Robin's sword through his chest. Exhaling sharply, Robin withdrew his sword before sheathing it at his hip once more and turned to his new companion. "So, Inigo was it?"

The mercenary nodded. "Yes, that's my name….Robin." The mercenary's voice sounded almost sad when he said the name.

The Grandmaster shook his head, sighing. "Inigo, if what you say is true, then I don't mind you calling me 'Father'.

The mercenary brightened immediately. "Alright, Father."

As soon as the pair returned to the Shepard's camp, they were immediately intercepted by Robin's wives.

"Robin, are you alright?! We lost sight of you during the battle and have been worried sick!" They spoke in unison so quickly it was very difficult to decipher the words.

The Grandmaster raised his hands, attempting to calm the pair. "I'm fine. Slight wound to the arm, but it's barely a scratch." As soon as those words left the Grandmaster's mouth, the Dancer and Dark Flier seized his arms, dragging them into view as they checked them over.

Robin was used to this treatment at that point. The pair of them were very protective of their husband and tended to panic when he was injured. "I'm fine." The grandmaster slowly returned his arms to his side. "I think I have a more important matter to deal with at the moment." He gestured to Inigo. "I think Inigo has something to tell you."

Olivia turned to the mercenary while Sumia continued examining Robin's wound. Blushing slightly, she asked. "What do you have to tell us?"

"Um…well…..I guess the fastest way to do it would be to show you this." He held out his hand, showing the gold band in his palm.

Olivia was confused for a moment, but froze in realization a moment later. "T-That's my ring! But how…?"

Inigo smiled. "It's rather easy to explain."

A/N: I am very sorry to say this, but expect the next few chapters to be really short. I just want the character introductions over with so I can start on the family fluff!

Good Day!