The Exault had already left, returning to the capital to confront Gangral. The Sheppards were left standing there, on the path between the capital and the eastern castle, and Fredereck had procured a map to plot out their route to the Feroxi capital. Still not an expert on the continents geography, Mark chose to take a seat at the cliffs edge, pulling his pipe and tobacco pack from the folds of his robes. Packing the pipe, the tactician struck a match to light it when a hard breeze blew the fire out. Cursing, Mark threw the match down the side of the cliff. He searched his satchel and robes but couldn't find any more matches.

"Excuse me, lieutenant." Confused and a little startled, Mark turned to find a woman standing behind him, encased in ivory with flowing red hair. There was a Pegasus standing beside her, wings folded at its side. "I believe I can help you with your missing inventory." Mark started to stand up, and when finally upright, the woman was holding out a pack of matches for him.

"Uhh…thank you." Taking the pack, he quickly struck the match and finally lit his pipe. "But I'm not a lieutenant, you see. Just the tactician." He breathed in and smoke filled his mouth, which was let out in a single stream over the cliff. "I…don't believe we've actually been introduced yet." The woman in front of him straightened, and bowed to him, keeping her head level and her eyes on the tactician.

"I apologize. I'm Cordelia, member of…well," Cordelia drew circles on the ground with her foot for a moment and took a breath, "I was a member, of the 21st division of the Yllissian Pegasus Knights." The pegasus that stood next to Cordelia chopped at the ground to get her attention, before bowing it's head towards Mark. "Oh! Of course. This is my Pegasus, Catria."

"Charmed, Cordelia." Mark was waiting for Cordelia to rise before continuing. "My name is…"

"Mark, family name unknown. Found by Prince Chrom in the middle of a dirt road 3 weeks ago while on a patrol. Proficient with blades and tomes, however mastery of either has yet to be attained." Mark was taken aback, jaw left open and pipe smoldering in hand. He didn't even know this woman before today, yet she seemed to have a full profile on him.

"Yes. Well, I happily welcome you into our ranks, if you would like to. So far, Sumia is the only aerial assault we have, and having you would give me so many more options." He gave a small bow back to Cordelia, hoping she would say yes. He had learned in the past three days the power of flying soldiers, and wanted to use it for himself. He felt palms on his shoulders, as Cordelia pushed him upright again.

"No need for pleasantries, sir. I'm only a soldier, still truly green, not deserving of any true recognition." She grabbed the reigns of her mount and made her way over to where Chrom and the others were seemingly ready to move out. "I look forward to working with you on the field in the future, sir." Left on the edge of the cliff, Mark was impressed and excited to have someone so professional added to the Sheppard ranks. Snuffing the fire in his pipe, he put his bad habit away and began after the knight.