"You’ll be my master strategist"

[plainswoman]

"Does none of this sound familiar...?"

Lyn: Are you the enemy's tactician? ...Wait, what?! It can't be... Are you... No, that's impossible... I'm sorry. It's just...you remind me of someone very dear to me. A tactician, like you, who came to my aid time and again. This might seem like a silly question, but... Have you ever awoken in a strange place, uncertain of how you got there? Question: Have you ever awoken in a strange place? >Yes Lyn: I knew it! It happened three times to the man/woman I knew. This can't be pure coincidence. ...Unless, of course, all tacticians are known to collapse by the wayside. I am Lyn, of the Lorca tribe. Would you tell me more about yourself? Where were you born? Have you been to my world? ...What? You can't remember? Now I'm even more certain that you're the man/woman I know. Look at me carefully, and really try to think back. We met on the Sacae plains. We fought with Eliwood and the others...

“I found you unconscious on the plains.”

The apprentice tactician, Mark, and the Lycian League... A strange company on an even stranger journey. Unbeknownst to Mark, their decisions would influence the course of history, becoming legend in another time... Question: Enter the Lycian Camp? >Yes

its 3AM make up your own prompts, man. blah blah lycian camp shenanigans or something.