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Why Gangrel wanted to meet with you, in the middle of Plegia City for a "friendly talk" was a complete mystery.
You are Chrom, the prince of Ylisse, and you are with your sister Lissa and your...bodyguard Frederick.
As you walk through the market place, merchants hawk their wares and yell at you to buy a nice sword or shout prices for...your sister.
You and Frederick are both disgusted.
And then, you see her.
You can tell that she's a slave - the downturned eyes, the bindings, and the fact that she's currently on a podium being auctioned off.
"We can't let this happen!" You tell Frederick, "we can't let an innocent girl just be sold!"
"I wouldn't say she's just a girl, milord." Frederick responds, and on closer inspection, he's right.
You can see under the pale shift that passes for clothing are scales, and she has long, pointed ears.
She's a manakete.
You can't let this happen.
"Alright, you dastards! I'm selling this lovely piece of trash for a starting price of 100 gold!" the slave owner shouts to the crowd, and your vision tints red.
Since you want to save her, yet you can't resort to violence in the city, you have no choice.
You have to...pay for her.
You feel tainted, soiled.
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After that excruciating process, she joins your little entourage.
"Hello, sir." She starts, "My name is Robin."
"Let's get you dressed. Can't have you walking around in that."
She smiles, and then asks if she can do anything.
Once you're out of eye and ear shot you tell her that she is free to go, free to live and find her family, but she tells you something shocking.
"I don't think I have a family. I don't know. The only thing I can remember is waking up a few months ago in chains. I was sold, passed around..."
You comfort her, and you get her some clothes.
She finally settles on thick, heavy clothes - knee-high boots, trousers, a good shirt, and a long overcoat with a hood. She keeps her scales covered and her ears hidden.
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That night, you're surprised to find her coming into your bedroom. Oh gods.
She's...practically naked.
"Can I offer you something heavier to wear?"
She bursts out laughing, clearly expecting something to happen.
You know. You. And her.
Sex.
Shit.
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"I guess she was that sort of chrom-panion, huh?" Lissa jokes the next morning, cackling at the lame pun.
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It is on the road when you find out what Robin can do.
As you travel, you discover that she somehow knows tactics, and is much better at giving orders than you and Frederick.
After leaving Plegia City, you are accosted by bandits. You recognize the ringleader's voice from the market. His gig must be selling the poor girl to creepy and weak fellows, than killing them and taking Robin back.
Not this time.
You and Frederick engage his force of ten fighters, and it is close.
You hear Robin shout orders from the back with Lissa, and her advice is very handy.
You lose Frederick in the skirmish, and you start to panic when an axe starts to sweep toward your head.
Until a veritable dragon sweeps through and kills him.
Wait.
What?
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After the battle, Robin tells you what happened. Apparently, she is a special kind of manakete, one that somehow doesn't require a Dragonstone to transform. Even she didn't know. It just happened. You'll have to ask Miriel when you get back to Ylisstol.
You ask her to transform, and she does. 'Folds' of magic appear, and when they burst apart, there's a dragon. Right there.
Right where Robin was. She's...beautiful.
She's mostly purple, with gold accents, and certainly awe-inspiring.
And when you thought she was out of surprises, she shoots a fireball out of her maw, Frederick's horse whinnying in response, rearing back.
She reverts back, out of breath, the tips of her ears poking through her short white hair.
"So," you ask, "Want to join the Shepherds?"