Chuckle, "I guess I'll see you then," he agrees. "I'll tell the knight-captain to keep an eye out." 

"You better!" she says, then skips off.

He waves. 

He glances at the sword at waves it a bit, too. En-quill-ening? Upon the hearthstone in her patient's home- 

It en-quills!

Hooray!

"So that happened," he says to Alyssum. "One challenge down!" Fist-pump.

"Sure. A challenge."

"Hey, it counts! She was pretty serious about it, even if it wasn't really all that challenging." 

"Hopefully you won't run into a baby dragon next."

He starts walking again, backwards, pointing accusingly at Alyssum as he does so, "Are you mocking me? I'll have you know that baby dragons are absolute menaces. Those big glowy eyes and scaly snoots are not to be messed with! Second only to goslings, I'd say, in evil disguised by cuteness." 

"With your feathers, I'm sure you light up like kindling."

He shifts his wings a bit nervously.

"...They won't actually make me fight a dragon, right? I can just... talk or trick my way out of it, right?" 

"Sure. Though you might want to start with a baby bunny. For practice."

"Hey! I'm tricksy and... charismatic and stuff!"

"I'm sure plenty of people think you're charming."

"How do you make that sound like an insult?" He wonders, squinting at him. 

"Talent."

...He makes a face at him, and then turns to face forward with a dramatic huff. 

Onwards, through the woods to grandma's house!

Nothing else accosts them on the way.

Robin and his grandmother live in a quaint little cottage next to a babbling brook in the middle of the woods. The lady in question is sipping tea in a swinging chair outside, a tray of biscuits settled on the seat next to her.

Her sharp eyes catch Alyssum immediately when they come into view, "Ah, there you are," she exclaims, standing from the swing. "-Ah, actually, you're not quite who I was expecting," she amends. 

"I'm the understudy. Thistle broke her hip."

"Oh, the poor dear. Did she run afowl of some goslings up to mischief again?"

"Probably."

   "A hazard of the godmothering business, I suppose. Well! I'm sure you'll do just fine in her place. Robin," she addresses her grandson, "The chest in the library contains some things you may find useful for your journey, why don't you go get it before you leave."

"Grandma, is that really all you're going to say!?" 

   "Well, I knew this day would come, you know. I've been preparing you for it, but I think you've learned as much as I can teach you here at home. It's time for you to go out into the wide world. Past time, even! By two days!" 

Shrug. "Location system sometimes gets bugs."

  "Understandable, you only do this once a generation, after all," she muses. "Ah well, at least you're here now. Go on Robin," she adds, shooing him.

He shoos. 

He returns shortly, "An umbrella, Grandma??" He waves the goose-handled object in outrage. 

  "To keep off the elements, my dear! I'm sure it will see much use."