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It was a bar that the locals called the Raging Boar. It wasn't the biggest, nor was it the most profitable bar in the series of towns that dotted the border of Ylisse and Regna Ferox, but it was enough for any weary soul that happened to find themselves in need of a good drink or meal before continuing on.

The inside of the bar was as basic as they came. A bar counter with a few chairs, a series of tables and chairs dotting the available space, a dart board for some fun and finally a bathroom at the end. The wood on the floor was bent and broken from bar fights and the heavy armored boots of some men who thought it would be impressive to come have a drink in full armor.

Currently, the entire bar was alive as some Ferox men and some of the town locals were drinking their fill and entertaining each other with old stories. The only waitress in the bar watched the men have their fun with a smile on her face. Some of these men were personal friends of her father, not only just because he was the owner of the bar. He was a former trainer in their soldier camps, so a few old faces and some new faces always came by to ask a question or get some advice. Currently, her father was with the men, laughing proudly as if it was his last day on earth.

He had a crowd around him, as he always did when he was telling stories. He must have told a good joke because they suddenly burst into laughter. The waitress sighed, she was probably going to have to clean up a set of spilled drinks if this kept up. She picked up her tray and made her way back to the bar. She set the empty glasses down and glanced at the only man who wasn't enraptured by her father's tails.

He was young, around her age, and pretty easy on the eyes if she did say so herself. His features were, if she could say, were battle scarred. He didn t have any marks on him, but there was a power and experience in his features that only came from years of battle. His jawline was smooth, and his scowl seemed their for a purpose, rather than just to brood. He obviously wasn't around here, if his clothes and mannerisms were anything to go by. He had an old hat over his head that looked like it had gone through hell. Pieces of it had all but fallen off and there were several holes that probably went straight through it. Arrow holes most likely, she had seen enough pieces of broken armor to take a guess. His armor, if you could call it that, was little more than a leather long coat that was over and leather shirt held together by some buckles from what she could see. Over his right arm, an old scarf was tied in a tight knot. It looked like it used to be red, but time had all but drained it of color, leaving it a faded brown. His legs were covered by the same hard leather and boots. He had a belt over his waist, tying the long coat to his person. On it, she noticed several pouches that probably held all manner of tools for traveling. On the bar counter, there was a strange contraption that she had never seen before. In a base sense, it looked like a one handed crossbow. But instead of a bowstring or a place to keep an arrow was a metal tube. It was longer than most one handed ranged weapons, but still looked small enough to be held in one hand. Leaning against the bar, was the hilt of a sword. She couldn't see the blade, but the hilt looked like it could be sold for a good chunk of money. The grip was inlet with designs of a man fighting against what looked to be an oversized wolf.

She glanced at his drink, and saw that it was empty. Quickly, she poured the home brew in a fresh cup and slid it across the counter. The man looked up from his empty cup and gave her an about look "I didn't order anything."

"On the house." She said "For not encouraging my father anymore."

The man glanced back at the group behind him and shrugged "They are interesting, but when you've lived it, stories become more akin to reminders."

The barmaid winced "You must have been through a lot of you re talking like that already. "

"It was a nightmare, yes." He gripped his cup just a little tighter and, for a second, smiled down into the glass "But, it started out as a wonderful dream."

The barmaid blinked as the man's smile turned back to his scowl "Tell me, what is the date?"

She thought for a moment "A few days until harvest, why?"

The man nodded "I see."

He stands up, and straps his sword to his hip "As thanks for the extra drink, you should be thinking about moving further inland. Stay away from the coast, if you can."

She blinked and tilted her head in confusion "Why?"

The man reached the door and sent a smirk her way "Call it insight."

He shut the door, and the barmaid could swear a bell silently chimed in the background. Outside the bar, the man forced the smile off his lips.

That was close, a little more time and the insight would have wormed its way into all of the patrons there. And the smile? There wasn't much to smile about, not when it was so close to the Revelation.

"They're going to nearly kill him soon, if I remember correctly." He said to no one.

The wind blew across his face, but it gave no answer.

Yet, somehow, it did.

"I know they cannot, he is the strongest of them." He stopped at the edge of a road, checked that no carriages were passing before walking across.

"I worry because he deserves at least one pleasant dream before the nightmare begins."

He takes a few step forwards, walking around a water puddle as he does. The wind blows again, and he simply shakes his head "Just because we can hope for one thing, doesn't mean we can expect it to happen. Our goal is the survival of the world, one old man's happiness comes secondary. That being said, I too have dreams."

He stopped walking altogether as another gust of wind nearly blows his hat across his head. He holds it down with one hand and sighed. He looked to the moon, and felt something look down at him.

"I know it doesn't matter what I might want, it s already too late for most of them. The very act of laying eyes on him will allow them to see through the night. Some will begin to dream, and few will begin to see the truth."

He looked down at the hilt of his blade, allowing the light of the moon to glint off the surface. He tipped his hat low, and chuckled as he continued onward. He walked until the night fell fully on the world. He walked until the clouds grew dark and rain slowly began to fall on the earth. By that time, he found himself in the middle of a forest. It wasn t a notable forest by any means, only one that he had to get back to.

Because he told her to wait for him there.

He passed tree after tree, going deeper into the gloomy woods. Eventually, he found himself in a clearing where only a single tree stood out among its brethren. A stream of moonlight somehow broke through the raining clouds, illuminating a single spot on the tree.

And on that single spot, was her.

She was kneeling against the tree, her hands cupped in prayer. Her gown was somehow untouched by the rain, remaining as perfect as ever. She slowly stood, and turned towards the man. Her skin was porcelain pale, a black and purple shawl over her head with a matching black dress over her. It was designed with flowers and books. Two things that you wouldn't expect to go together, but somehow the dress seemed capable to put it together. A cravat was tied around her neck, and her skirt was jet black and without a single wrinkle. At her side, two books. One was a silver tome, filled with spells that no sane mage would ever attempt. The other, an old, worn book that read 'Shepherds Tactics.'

Her features were a type of gentle beautiful. A kind, hopeful smile always graced whoever looked at her, and her eyes were wise and calming. Under the shall, the man could see pure snow white hair. If he really looked, he would see that they had the same eye color, and the same commanding expression if she bothered wiping that smile off her face.

But she couldn't. He didn't want to her to do anything but smile when he created her. He only wanted to see her smile, talk to her, cry in her shoulder.

Try to forget that he made the same mistakes twice.

She bowed to him "Oh Good Hunter, what is that you desire?"

The man sighed. Just this once, once, he wanted to hear her ask something other than that.

"Did anyone see you?" he asked.

She shook her head "None who call the waking world home laid eyes upon me."

The man sighed, at least there's some good news to come out of the day. "We're moving Doll, stay close, and do not leave my side."

The Doll bowed "May the scales tip in our favor, good Hunter." she prayed.

The Hunter nodded as he made his way through the forest as the doll slowly followed . He never turned around to look at her, but no matter how much he walked, he always knew that she was there.

Humming the tune that rocked him to sleep all those years ago.

Two Weeks After the duel between Marth and Gehrman.

The mood of the Shepherds could almost be described as joyful as they reentered the city. Spirits were up, given the fact that they were returning with the good news of victory and support from Regna Ferox. Chrom lead the small but elite band through the streets to the barracks with a smile on his face. They marched into the barracks and Chrom breathed a sigh of relief "It's good to be back." he whispered.

Turning around, he addressed the group "Alright everyone, get everything loaded off the caravan. After that, the day is yours, everyone has earned it."

A cheer of excitement rounded throughout the group as they started the long process of taking things out of the tents. At least the walk wasn't that long. Robin stepped forward to get her books out of the caravan, but Chrom put a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see her Captain and Sumia standing at the edge of the room.

"We have to report to Emm and Philia how the mission went."

Robin pointed back to the caravan "But, my books-.

"Will be taken care of."

Robin nearly jumped out of her skin the voice was so close. She yelped and spun in place to see Gehrman right behind you. The hunter chuckled at the reaction, earning him a glare from the tactician. She crossed her arms with a huff.

"Did you have to sneak up on me?"

"No, but it s better than some things I could do. "Gehrman said.

Sumia smiled ruefully "Oh, and what could you do Gehrman?"

Gehrman shrugged "I wouldn't do it, but I could always take a page out of Chrom's book and walk in on Robin in the ba-."

Both Robin and Chrom went as red as beets, but only Robin was close enough to throw a hand over Gehrman s mouth. The Hunter raised an eyebrow and Robin only glared daggers at him. Sumia tilted her head "Walk into the what? Chrom what are they talking ab-."

"Oh would you look at the time!" Chrom said quickly, his complexion still not returning to normal "We really, really should be going to Emm for the report."

He grabbed Sumia s hand and started to all but dragged her away from Gehrman. The knight went along, but she had a very, very confused expression. Frederick walked up from the caravan, a report in hand when he noticed Chrom walking out with Sumia and Robin still holding a hand over Gehrman s mouth. "Is something the ma-?" He started asking.

"NO!" Robin screamed "Nothing is wrong, nothing happened, everything is perfectly fine and I should be going to the Exalt for a report! Yes, that is what should be happening!"

She strode off, catching up to Sumia and Chrom, leaving an utterly befuddled Frederick. The knight opened his mouth but Gehrman just tipped his head "Even the Great Ones don't have an answer to that question Frederick."

He left the knight alone standing there as he went back to the caravan. Using quickening, he brought everything out of his wagon and placed it within the blacksmith's hut. It took him all of five minutes, something that earned him several glares from Vaike who tried to work faster, only to drop a load of weapons on himself. He wasn't hurt, but he nearly jumped out of his skin as a floating spear tried to help him.

It was Kellem, but he only saw the spear.

The sight made Gehrman crack a smile before he put himself within the forge. The fire was still lit, and the anvil had fresh dents on it. Apparently someone was hard at work while they were gone.

But, so was he.

From beneath his cloak, Gehrman pulled out his finished product. A Hunter s blunderbuss sat atop the anvil, gleaming and ready for use. Next to it, he placed a modified tube however, was shaped more like a knife than anything even close to a tube. Next to that, he placed a small container with several pieces of metal. He measured the width of the blade for what felt like the millionth time, making sure it was perfect for the small cut in Gehrman s pant leg. Skin had to be showing, he couldn t have the material of the fabric compromise the integrity of the blood.

Taking it, he quickly placed it next to his leg. The knife cut into his skin, drawing a small amount of blood. He counted to two seconds before pulling the tube back to the container. He added the blood, and several bouts of metal. Once he was sure that the metal was soaking within the blood, he covered it and placed it on the side of his station so that it would remain level. In a few hours, he would shake the container, so that every inch of the metal would be tainted by the blood.

It was slow, painfully so, but this was the only real way to get quick silver bullets with what Gehrman had on hand. But now that he was back in Ylisse, that could change. He got out of his chair and went out of the blacksmith's hut. He looked around, and saw a young boy with mage robes and an absurdly large hat for his fraim. He strode forth, approaching the boy as gently as he could.

The boy did a double take as he approached. Gehrman blinked in confusion before noticing that he had yet to put away his Burial Blade. It wasn t exactly the friendliest weapon to keep on his person while on business. Gehrman glanced back at the boy, and he tentatively leaned to the side to get a better view of the Blade.

He noticed Gehrman's gaze and straightened instantly "Sorry, I just didn't think it was true."

Gehrman raised an eyebrow "What wasn't true?"

The boy smiled proudly "That the Shepherds had a warrior that wielded a scythe of all things for a weapon! I'm Ricken, junior Shepherd!"

Gehrman smiled at Ricken, the boy had a lot of spirit. He seemed ready to jump off of the walls if someone let him. The First Hunter tipped his hat "Pleasure to meet you Ricken, I am Gehrman, friend to you Shepherds."

Ricken tilted his head in confusion "I thought you were a Shepherd?"

Gehrman chuckled softly "Apologies, a force of habit from the old days. But I must ask, are you busy at the moment?"

Ricken checked his books before shaking his head "No, my studies are over for the day. Why? Do you need my help with something?"

"Actually, I believe you just might. You're a mage are you not?" Ricken nodded.

"And magic is a science in this land as well, correct?"

Another nod.

Gehrman smiled once again "Then I would like you to help me gather a few things."

He reached into his cloak and pulled out a small piece of parchment. Handing it to Ricken, the young mage studied the paper before glancing up at Gehrman "This is basic measuring equipment and sealing tools."

Gehrman nodded "Indeed."

"Why do you need all of this? Aren't you a blacksmith?"

Gehrman looked back at the blacksmith's hut before a smirk played on his lips. The kid was full of energy, and what kind of mentor would he be if he didn t inspire the young. It might be a bit much, but, it could work.

"Ricken, tell me, how much do you know about science of projectiles?"

Kidnapping.

Just when Robin thought things were going to settle down and become less complicated, Philia comes in and tells that Maribelle has been kidnapped. And to top it all off, Plegia claimed that it was her to invaded them! Robin would have thought that they would have some sort of tact, but apparently they even threw out common thought when all they wanted was war.

You know, most insane rulers usually just stuck with just attacking unprovoked. The silver lining here was that even a mad king needed a reason to send his own people into the slaughter. Apparently, there was clear discord between the soldiers and those ordered to take command. It was slight, but any potential increase in Ylissean moral was worth it. It was dirty, yes, but some things you just have to take in a war. Currently, she was heading down the hallways of the castle as the moon began to shine high into the sky. Obviously, while Robin was worried about tactics of the engagement, Chrom was worried about the amount of blood that he would have to wipe off his sword. The Exalt disagreed, but Chrom had already spoken out about just killing the mad king and being done with it there. Philia agreed with him, and partially, Robin and Lissa agreed as well. But the Exalt was the leader of the kingdom, and she would have peace before war.

Now, Robin had nothing but respect for her, but Emmeryn had to see that some things just couldn t be avoided. Gangrel wouldn't stop, no matter what happened. However, the greatest worry was the fact that the messengers seemed to be bragging about the one who brought Maribelle to justice. A so called 'Invincible Champion' of the desert. No one had heard anything about this man, not even Emmeryn or Philia. The very title spoke of an unknown, and Robin hated unknowns. While she and Chrom walked through the castle walls, Lissa went through the barracks to inform the Shepherds of the march. It was slight, but Robin knew she was just trying to distract herself. She worried for her friend, and she didn't need anymore worries.

"What do you think about this?" Chrom asked.

"The situation? A trap, plain and simple." Robin answered "The king will make polite, and then attack the second he sees some opening he can spin. If all goes well for him, all three members of the royal family are dead and he gets his war for him as the remainder of Ylisse demands it."

Chrom nodded "So, what's the plan?"

Robin shrugged "I can't say for sure, I don't know the area enough to make a detailed attack. At worst, I'll have to improvise a plan as we go, or just throw Gehrman at them and watch the chaos."

Chrom chuckled "Don't you think it's a little rude to use Gehrman as an attack dog? You can t solve every problem by throwing Gehrman at them."

Robin put her hand to her chin "Let's see, the number of engagements where I have ordered Gehrman to attack something, and the amount of those time that thing or person happens to be dead or defeated is ...all of them." She shrugged, her posture dripping with false innocence "It just seems to work so well."

Chrom pinched the bridge of his nose, but he couldn't keep the smile off his face. It was a nice moment, but the sound of thunder cracking through the compound knocked the smile off their faces. Robin looked to the sky, not a cloud in sight. She glanced at Chrom, and the captain of the shepherds nodded. He kept a hand on his sword as he lead the two of the to the source of the sound. They made their way through the courtyard to the training grounds of the barracks. What they found, confused and interested Robin all the same.

Gehrman stood in the middle of the training field, facing the remains of a training dummy. At least, she assumed it was a training dummy, the poor thing had been ripped and shredded into so many pieces that it barely resembled anything anymore. While that was surprising enough, what really interested Robin was what Gehrman was holding. It looked like a one handed crossbow, but instead of a set of wooden pieces to keep a bowstring attached, there was a singular metal tube with the end of it still smoking. The wood of the handle wrapped around it, as almost if it was a part of the wood itself. It was a marvel of engineering, Robin had never seen it's equal.

Was this the project that Gehrman had finished? If the dummy was any indication, it worked.

Gehrman smiled at his work, and from behind a small wooden barrier a young boy threw his arms into the air "That was amazing Gehrman!"

Gehrman nodded "It works like a charm, thank you for your help Ricken. I couldn't complete it without you."

Ricken beamed at the praise, but his smile turned into one of surprise when he noticed Chrom and Robin. Gehrman picked up as well and smiled an almost predatory smile as she showed them the contraption in his hand.

"What do you think?" He asked "In my city, this is what we use for our bows. I call it a blunderbuss, and it has been an invaluable tool in my arsenal since the first days of my hunt."

Chrom tilted his head in confusion at the sight, but Robin all but bounded over to look at the weapon. She held out her hands expectantly, and Gehrman unceremoniously handed it over. The second it left his hands, she nearly doubled over from the weight. "It is far heavier than it looks."The Hunter said with a slight chuckle.

"No kidding." Robin grumbled.

Seeing her struggle, Gehrman took the weapon back and casually lifted it with one hand before placing it back in his belt holster.

"Apologies for scaring you with the sound, the idea of stealth has long since been discarded when a firearm requires use."

"It sounded like thunder." Chrom admitted.

"A test fire," Gehrman explained "To make sure that the proper percentages had been administered for the ammunition."

He glanced back "Thank you again for your assistance in that matter Ricken."

"Oh, it was my pleasure." The young mage said "Learning knew things is always fun."

Gehrman patted the boy on the head, earning him a grumble and Ricken throwing his hand off. Gehrman shook his head with a chuckle but turned to Robin and Chrom, his face utterly serious.

"You have a mission for the Shepherds?" Gehrman guessed

Chrom nodded "Astute as ever Gehrman. Yes, the Shepherds will be heading out to the Plegia border as soon as we can."

Gehrman nodded in understanding "I will prepare the armory."

"And I'll get the tomes ready for use!" Ricken said excitedly.

"What? No Ricken, you're not coming. You're still not old enough for this kind of mission."

"But Captain!" Ricken complained "You know my skill with magic! You know I can handle myself."

"Just because you have the skill, doesn't mean you're ready for the field. Overconfidence will kill you faster than any arrow." Gehrman said.

Ricken flinched at the statement, but Chrom put a comforting hand on his shoulder "Your time will come, for now, remain her and protect the garrison. Await for our return, and I assure you that I ll bring you along for the next mission."

Ricken nodded his head solemnly before slowly making his way away. As he left, he noticed Gehrman wave a single finger in his direction. It was like he was asking him to follow him. Ricken looked confused, but then smiled and ran off to the mages garrison. The three senior members of the Shepherds watch him go with mixed expressions.

"That boy will be a powerful mage one day." Gehrman said "His talent for the arcane runs deep."

"Ricken is a prodigy in magic, but it's still too soon for him to join us on the battlefield." Chrom stated firmly.

"I couldn't agree more, but if a war does begin, any help will be appreciated." Gehrman commented.

"We're going to stop a war, not start one." Robin pointed out.

Gehrman let out a rueful chuckle before his expression turned grim. "Sometimes, it doesn't matter what we want Robin. War just comes, even if we try to save the world."

Apparently, it took a few days for the Caravan to march to the intended destination. A few days for everyone to get focused or try to distract themselves from the incoming situation. A few were hopeful, a few were pessimistic. Gehrman however, was a realist.

This would end in bloodshed, there was no doubt about it. A king screaming for war doesn't use this as a way to get what he wanted. All he had to do was get Chrom to attack someone, or a Shepherd for that matter to attack, and he would have all the reason he would need to start a war. As such, Gehrman was busy upholding his promise to Chrom and Robin. Every weapon in the armory had been checked, and Gehrman was now double checking them. His caravan bumped on the rocky road, but he didn't mind. Asking for a smooth ride would be risking all your good fortune on the journey and not the destination. As such, he didn't allow himself to be distracted by anything.

But as much as he tried to be focused, he did notice one thing. In the two days they had been traveling, Robin hadn't visited him once.

It was understandable, given the stress she must be in due to having to keep all of them alive for the next few days. That being said, the blacksmith tent did get very lonely. The Hunter brought his hammer down, and pinched the bridge of his nose. He could hear the talks of the other shepherds, the laughter, the camaraderie, everything. It was... just like the workshop.

The hunters, the laughs, the drinks.

And the Hunts.

And the gravestones.

They just kept piling up, over and over again.

So many good men and woman gone, but not forgotten... wait, what were their names again?

Gehrman brought his hammer down again, but a little harder than he should have.

The sword on his anvil shattered on the metal, cutting his cloak and destroying a bit of his hat. Grumbling to himself, he set the bronze blade aside and into the forge to be reheated. It would add yet another thing to the list of tasks he appointed himself, but it could be done easily enough. He reached over and grabbed an iron blade. Gehrman carefully positioned it on the anvil and raised his hammer. But the sound of the caravan canvas being opened stopped him.

Gehrman looked up and blinked in surprise at his visitor.

"I hope I haven't disturbed your work." Emmeryn said.

Gehrman shook his head "You've only given me a reason to take a break."

He gestured to a small iron chair he had made for Robin and the Exalt gladly took the offered chair. She brushed her cloak from under her as she sat down. Gehrman leaned back in his own chair and stretched his now aching arm "What do I owe the pleasure of the Exalt visiting my little corner of the Shepherds?"

"I simply wished to speak with you."

Gehrman frowned "I would imagine you have more important things to be thinking about than talking to a simple blacksmith."

"But you're not just a simple blacksmith Gehrman." Emmeryn stated "You said you were a hunter, and my brother has told me of your exploits. According to him, we wouldn't have our current alliance with Regna Ferox if it wasn't for you."

Gehrman chuckled slightly "I was simply doing my duty to your brother, repaying his kindness."

Emmeryn matched his chuckle, but she shook her head sadly "Gehrman, please be honest with me."

Gehrman's smile faltered for a second "I believe you are mistaken about something."

Emmeryn shook her head "The weapon that hurt Chrom, you knew what it was."

Gehrman nodded "And you barely were able to speak the word of your former partner when Frederick accused you of treason."

Gehrman shifted in his chair "It is a difficult subject."

Emmeryn sat in silence for a moment "The woman, Maria," Gehrman felt his hand curl at the name "She has left this world, hasn't she."

Gehrman just stared at her. In return Emmeryn greeted him with a sad smile "Don't look so surprised. I too, lost someone that I cared for. Chrom and Lissa do not remember our mother, but I do. I see your eyes whenever I look in the mirror. And despite your attempts, I know how you feel. You, a man who claims to be a leader, but hides himself from the rest of the people he swore to work with. I can't begin to imagine the losses you had to endure to feel that way."

Gehrman watched, as a single tear made it's way down Emmeryn's face "And yet, I cannot help myself from pitying you. I know that is not what you want, but you smile for others, not yourself. You fight so that others don't have to feel the pain of battle. And you work, so that you don't have to look those you failed in the eye."

Gehrman said nothing, he couldn't say anything.

"Gehrman, that tragedy, that pain, a man as young as yourself could not possibly have endured it all and still find the strength to smile. Only the most battle hardened, the kindest aged warrior, can bring themselves to have that sort of compassion for his fellow man."

Emmeryn stopped, but silence was her only answer. In front of her, the Hunter Gehrman looked tired, old, and finished. But he wasn't finished helping, it was small, but there was still a glint in his eyes. She had amazing insight to a man she barely knew. The Exalt of Ylisse bowed her head "So, I thank you for remaining with us. For guiding my brother, protecting my sister, and for not giving up hope."

Slowly she rose from her seat "You have my word, that I will not tell anyone else about my suspicions. And you also have my word, that I will not once hate you for your actions. No matter what you did with your blood, or what you did for your city. You are here now, and you are keeping my family safe."

Gehrman slowly matched her gaze. The two stared at one another. After what felt like an eternity of silence, he bowed his head "Thank you, Exalt."

Emmeryn smiled "Do not thank me, thank Robin and Chrom. It was they that asked me to speak with you. They worry for you, they care about you. I know you might not feel the same way, but... do not give up on them. Either of them."

She turned, and made her way out of the caravan. The wagon bumped, but Gehrman paid it no mind. He looked down at his hands. Was it so easy to see through him? Was it so easy for others to feel sorry about him?

They didn't need to. He didn't deserve their care, their kindness. This loneliness, this sadness and memories. It was his price, one that they did not need to pay.

He picked up his hammer, and got to work on the next sword. There would be a fight tomorrow, and the only ones to fall would be by Gehrman's blade. Because, the Exalt got one thing wrong. He would never given up hope on others.

He had given up hope on many things. But people... he couldn't give up on them. Not when a nightmare still remained.

Authors Note: So this took a lot longer than it should have been to get out. I am sorry for that, but work and life called me and I couldn't say no. For now, I give you this, and promise that the First Hunter will meet the Crow of Cainhurst next chapter.

Get hyped for it like I'm getting hyped for E3! GIVE US BLOODBORNE 2 FROMSOFT! I DEMAND IT!

Anyway, I want to end this chapter with one last gift given to my by user RedRat8

Thank you for your work, and I hope everyone else enjoys.

Awakening Profile Info

Gehrman Found by Chrom, Lissa, and Fredrick alongside Robin near the South Town are, he quickly proved himself to be a formidable fighter and ally. He then joined the Shepherds as not only as their top fighter but also as their blacksmith. Many Shepherds respect his strength but some are quite weary of him due to mentions of something related to "Blood." Nevertheless, he is one of the most dedicated warriors among the Shepherds. The one most likely to tease. Birthday unknown but claims to be March 24th Class: Hunter

Promotion Class: First Hunter

In Game Quotes

Support 1: "Bah, suppose I can help."

Support 2: "I am by thy side."

Supported Victory: "There's a good assault."

Critical/Skill 1: "Know the fury of the First Hunter!"

Critical/Skill 2: "May your dreams be pleasant."

Critical/Skill 3: "Far too foolish to face me."

Retreat: "No need to die here now, best to live another day."

Death: "Damn I'm so sorry everyone Maria Laurence I will finally be with you."

Experience Gained: "My body is regaining its former strength."

Weapon Experience: "As I said, cleaning Burial Blade is no easy task."

Weapon Found: "Best to put this away for now with the rest of them."

Item Found: "I swear, who in the name of the Old Blood keeps dropping these items!?"

Stat Boost: "I feel ready now."

Level Up (0-1): "Looks like a long way to go."

Level Up (2-3): "Not too bad I suppose."

Level Up (4-5): "Ah ha, now we're getting somewhere!"

Level Up (6+): "It seems my strength is now almost there!"

Level Up (Max): "Yes! The First Hunter is finally back!"

Thanks for reading guys, till next time.