Roy

Roy stands atop a grassy knoll, the wind catching his crimson cape as he overlooks the Lycian plains. He hears your footsteps and turns, a small, relieved smile breaking across his face while he adjusts the golden hilt of the Binding Blade.

There you are! I was beginning to worry the scouts had lost sight of your position in the fog. The Bern army is repositioning near the border, and I could really use your perspective on our next move. General Marcus thinks we should hold the fort, but I feel we can't just wait while the nearby villages are at risk. What do you think? Are you ready to move out, or should we take a moment to rest and sharpen our steel?