Book Report On The Dragon's Table

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They were two days into their trip to the Dragon 's Table when Chrom noticed a group of cacti he was sure they 'd passed before. He remembered, because it was near where they 'd set up camp for lunch the previous day and Sumia had nearly tripped into one.

"Robin," he said after a second, turning his head to look at the tactician, who was holding the map with an air of confidence, "are we doubling back on our route?"

"Hm?" Robin looked up, peering into the endless desert as if he could tell one way from the other there. "Of course not."

"It 's just that I 'm sure we 've been this way before," he said, indicating the cacti--which, surely Robin would remember that too?

"Impossible," was the firm declaration. "It 's just a similar plant, that 's all."

"Because I could swear that 's the piece that broke off when Cynthia hit it to keep her mother from falling into it--"

"It 's just your imagination," Robin said, waving a hand carelessly. "Probably knocked off by some desert animal."

What animal? Do you see any animals?

He refrained from saying that part, though, since it seemed unnecessarily rude. What he did say wasn 't much better. "...Are you sure you know where we 're going?"

Robin halted, and so did he, everyone else stumbling to a stop behind them. When he spoke, his voice was low and dangerous. "What did you just say?"

Chrom felt as though he 'd said something gravely wrong and accidentally stumbled into range of a dozen mages. "Uh. Uh. I don 't mean--that is to…

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