It was a while since Sumia had left the group to take care of the pegasus & we had finally gotten to the gates of Regena Ferox, so it was snowing all around us.
Lissa: Brrr! F-F-Frebberick! I'm f-f-freebing!
Frederick: Stand beside my horse, milady. She'll shelter you from the wind.
Robin: So this is the fortress?
Chrom: Yes, the Longfort. It stretches along the border of Ylisse & Regna Ferox.
Frederick: The khans that rule Ferox have grown quite weary of foreigners. Still, don't mistake a lack of hospitality for open hostility. This simply calls for a bit of diplomacy.
Chrom: Negotiation isn't my strong suit, but I'll do my best. Remember, everyone: your actions here reflect back upon Ylisse.
*Scene transitions to the front of the fortress*
Frederick: Trouble in the wind, milord: the Feroxi Guard are mobilizing.
Chrom: What?! Why?
Frederick: Who can say? But they look ready to let fly at a moment's notice. We'd best prepare for combat, just to be safe. Perhaps we ought pool our supplies and select which Shepherds to deploy? Loath as I am to trust her, Robin might offer some valuable insight in this...
Chrom: Indeed, she IS our tactician, after all. So, Robin? What do you suggest?
*A few minutes later*
Raimi: Halt! Who goes there?!
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Chrom: In the name of House Ylisse, I seek audience with the khans!
Raimi: Not another step, my bold lad! I've lancers at the ready!
Frederick: Hold, milady! We are not your enemy! Exalt Emmeryn herself sent us to discuss matters of mutual interest.
Raimi: My only interest is keeping you out of Regna Ferox, brigand!
Frederick: B-brigand? Now see here—
Raimi: You think you are the first "Ylisseans" to try & cross our border? I have the authority to fell such imposters where they stand.
Frederick: How dare you! You are in the presence of Prince Chrom, the exalt's own blood!
Raimi: Ha! Yes, indeed—and I'm the queen of Valm! You do realize impersonating royalty is a capital offense, yes? Mmm... Then perhaps we should settle this the Feroxi way. You claim to be the prince of Ylisse? Then prove it on the battlefield!
Chrom: Rgh... Emmeryn won't like this at all... Please, good lady! If you'd just listen—
Raimi: I've heard quite enough! Attack!
Several soldiers above the fortress walls throw their spears at Chrom, who braces himself. Suddenly, he is whisked away to safety by a pegasus.
