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| <b>Narration</b><br> | | <b>Narration</b><br> |
− | The company heads to the Bengion Empire, the oldest and largest nation | + | The company heads to the brothel to relive stress<br> |
− | on the continent of Tellius. As Crimea is a former fiefdom of Begnion,
| + | much as a scared child returns to a parent. |
− | the princess turns to them for succor,<br>
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− | much as a scared child returns to a parent. Many in Tellius believe | |
− | that without Begnion's might and influence, Crimea's reconstruction
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− | will be nigh impossible. However, Begnion and Gallia have no diplomatic
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| ties and are further separated by an impassable mountain range.<br> | | ties and are further separated by an impassable mountain range.<br> |
− | So the company is forced to return to Crimea, where they | + | So the company is forced in sexual acts to Crimea, where they |
| hope to locate a ship to carry them to Begnion.<br> | | hope to locate a ship to carry them to Begnion.<br> |
| <br> | | <br> |
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| <b>Ranulf</b><br> | | <b>Ranulf</b><br> |
− | Hey, Ike! I heard you're leaving. Going to Begnion, eh?<br> | + | Hey, Ike! I heard you're leaving. check this shit out BRO!!!<br> |
| <br> | | <br> |
| <b>Ike</b><br> | | <b>Ike</b><br> |
− | Hello, Ranulf. I was hoping I'd see you. I'd wanted to thank you for | + | Hello, srut. I was hoping I'd see you. I'd wanted to thank you for |
| everything you've done. I'm glad to have the chance before I leave.<br> | | everything you've done. I'm glad to have the chance before I leave.<br> |
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| I knew there was something odd about you. You're awfully friendly for a | | I knew there was something odd about you. You're awfully friendly for a |
| beorc, you know! Oh, you might not know, but a beorc is what--<br> | | beorc, you know! Oh, you might not know, but a beorc is what--<br> |
− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | I know what it means. It's what you call us humans, right?<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Raulf</b><br>
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− | Oh, knew that, did you? Well then, let me tell you something else. When
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− | we use the word "human," we mean it much the way you beorc do when you
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− | call us "sub-human."<br>
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| <br> | | <br> |
| <b>Ike</b><br> | | <b>Ike</b><br> |
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| <b>Ranulf</b><br> | | <b>Ranulf</b><br> |
| The king asked that I give you this. Please, accept it as a gift.<br> | | The king asked that I give you this. Please, accept it as a gift.<br> |
− | <br> | + | <br>GENERIC OFFICER SUCKS |
− | <b>Elincia</b><br>
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− | What? May I ask--<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ranulf</b><br>
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− | Within that leather pouch is twenty thousand gold pieces. Beorc
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− | currency, of course.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Elincia</b><br>
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− | Oh...I truly appreciate this generous offer, but a gift of this
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− | magnitude is not something I can accept. King Caineghis has done
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− | so much more than necessary already...<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ranulf</b><br>
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− | The king is ashamed that he cannot, at this time, provide any personal
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− | support. Please. Will you accept his apology and acknowledge his
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− | desire to aid you?<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Elincia</b><br>
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− | But...<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ranulf</b><br>
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− | No? Well then, let's try this...<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Elincia</b><br>
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− | Yes?<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ranulf</b><br>
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− | You accept the king's gift. Then, as payment for conducting you safely
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− | to Gallia,you hand it over to Ike...<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Elincia</b><br>
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− | Um...<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | Come on, Ranulf. You can't expect her to accept this. And it's an
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− | outrageous fee, no matter how you look at it.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ranulf</b><br>
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− | Twenty thousand gold for the life of a princess? Perfectly reasonable.
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− | In fact, it almost borders on insulting! Consider how you have
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− | suffered, the lives you have lost...Ten, no, a hundred times this
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− | amount would not be unreasonable.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | ...<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Elincia</b><br>
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− | I... I have reconsidered. I will accept the king's kindness. In turn, I
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− | will present it to my lord Ike...You will accept it, will you not?<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | I...I will. Thank you.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Elincia</b><br>
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− | No, my lord Ike. It is I who must thank you.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ranulf</b><br>
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− | Well, now that that's settled, let's move on. Unfortunately, we do not
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− | have any ships here in Gallia. If you are to find a ship that will take
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− | you to Begnion, you must return to occupied Crimea.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | If there's no other way, then we'll just have to risk it.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ranulf</b><br>
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− | No matter how cautiously you proceed, you're certain to run into Daein
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− | forces. Keep that in mind.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | I understand. It's too bad we're so short on soldiers...Still, there's
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− | not much we can do about that now. However, I will review our supplies
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− | carefully before we depart.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ranulf</b><br>
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− | In regard to your personnel problems, the king has decided to lend you
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− | what aid he can. Lethe! Mordecai!<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Mordecai</b><br>
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− | I will join you.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | Mordecai! And Lethe? Both of you? Are you sure?<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Lethe</b><br>
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− | None of the others could stand the idea of traveling with humans. I
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− | myself tremble with loathing at the thought of going to Begnion,
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− | but...When the king gives an order,obedience is the only option.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | That may be, but having witnessed the combat prowess of the Gallians
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− | for myself, I know how fortunate we are.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Mordecai</b><br>
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− | We will not fail you.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Lethe</b><br>
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− | Hsss! I've no intention of becoming friends! Do not forget that...And
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− | stay out of my way!<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ranulf</b><br>
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− | Ha ha! You must forgive Lethe. Her tongue cuts as deep as her claws do.
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− | I will return once I've reported to the king. While I'm gone, please
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− | finish your preparations for departure.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | Very well.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <i>Mordecai is dead</i><br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ranulf</b><br>
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− | In regard to your personnel problems, the king has decided to lend you
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− | what aid he can. Lethe!<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Lethe</b><br>
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− | ...<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | Lethe! Are you coming with us?<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Lethe</b><br>
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− | None of the others could stand the idea of traveling with humans. I
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− | myself tremble with loathing at the thought of going to Begnion,
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− | but...When the king gives an order,obedience is the only option.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | That may be, but having witnessed the combat prowess of the Gallians
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− | for myself, I know how fortunate we are.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Lethe</b><br>
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− | Hsss! I've no intention of becoming friends! Do not forget that...And
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− | stay out of my way!<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ranulf</b><br>
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− | Ha ha! You must forgive Lethe. Her tongue cuts as deep as her claws do.
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− | I will return once I've reported to the king. While I'm gone, please
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− | finish your preparations for departure.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | Very well.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <i>Lethe is dead</i><br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ranulf</b><br>
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− | In regard to your personnel problems, the king has decided to lend you
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− | what aid he can. Mordecai!<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Mordecai</b><br>
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− | I will join you.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | Mordecai! Are you sure?<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Mordecai</b><br>
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− | The king asked for volunteers, but no one else will travel to Begnion.
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− | I am sorry...<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | You're more than enough, Mordecai. I've seen how powerful you are, and
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− | we're fortunate to have you.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Mordecai</b><br>
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− | Is that so? If your words are true, then I am...most happy.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ranulf</b><br>
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− | Good. Everyone's happy. I'll return once I've reported to the king.
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− | While I'm gone, please finish your preparations for departure.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | Very well.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <br>
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− | <i>Before base preparation screen</i><br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Soren</b><br>
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− | Ike, here's a summary of our last battle.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <i>A character died during the previous chapter</i><br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | ...<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Soren</b><br>
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− | That's all I have to report. If you'll excuse me.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <i>No casualties during the last chapter</i><br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Soren</b><br>
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− | There were no casualties, and no one suffered permanent injury. We
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− | fought excellently.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <i>Exit base</i><br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ranulf</b><br>
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− | Hey, Ike! Hold up a moment. You know, I was thinking...Since this
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− | castle is on the way, we should probably stop by.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | Um...really? Why? Is there something special about this place?<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ranulf</b><br>
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− | Why yes! There is! This is Canteus Castle! Daein seized it early on in
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− | the war Now, it serves as a camp for prisoners. I've even heard there
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− | are a number of Crimean retainers being held captive in the dungeon
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− | beneath the castle.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Elincia</b><br>
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− | What?! Are you certain?<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ranulf</b><br>
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− | Princess, I'm hurt! Of course my information is reliable.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Titania</b><br>
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− | If we can rescue some Crimean soldiers they might decide to join us.
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− | That would be quite a boon, would it not?<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | Yes, it would. I think it's worth the risk.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ranulf</b><br>
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− | The question now is how do you open these cells and free the prisoners?<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | The cells are certain to be locked, so in order to open them--<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Soren</b><br>
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− | Logic would dictate that the keys will be in the possession of the
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− | jailer. We've no choice but to steal them. If we're lucky, the guards
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− | will have keys as well...In either case, we must move with caution. We
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− | don't want to trade blows with the entire castle garrison.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | Which means we stay close to the walls and avoid being seen or
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− | heard, right? All right, then. Our first priority is to get our hands
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− | on the cell keys...<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ranulf</b><br>
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− | Hey! You there!<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Volke</b><br>
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− | I have business with Sir Greil. Where is he?<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Soren</b><br>
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− | You're sorely lacking in social etiquette, aren't you? State your
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− | business.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Volke</b><br>
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− | I'll speak with Sir Greil and Sir Greil alone. Now take me to him.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Titania</b><br>
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− | What you ask is impossible. Commander Greil is dead.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Volke</b><br>
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− | Well. That is a problem.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Titania</b><br>
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− | Just who are you, anyway?<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Volke</b><br>
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− | Call me Volke. Sir Greil hired me. I'm in...intelligence.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | My father hired you?<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Volke</b><br>
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− | You are Sir Greil's son, correct? You'll do. Sir Greil hired me to
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− | investigate something. You pay my price, and I'll give you my report.
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− | Deal?<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | How much?<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Volke</b><br>
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− | Fifty thousand.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | That's a bit steep.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Volke</b><br>
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− | And worth every penny.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | I don't have that much...Give me some time.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Volke</b><br>
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− | So, you're willing to pay?<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | My father hired you. He must have had a good reason.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Titania</b><br>
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− | Are you sure, Commander? We have no way of knowing if he's telling the
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− | truth.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | We'll know when we see the contents of that report. Until then, let's
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− | have him travel with us.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Volke</b><br>
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− | So that's your plan, eh? Listen, you get the report when I get paid,
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− | and I'm not waiting around until then. I'll keep my information for the
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− | time being. Call me when you've got the gold. Stop into any tavern
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− | along your way. Tell the barkeep you've need of a fireman. You'll see
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− | me within an hour.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Soren</b><br>
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− | Hold a moment!<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Soren</b><br>
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− | Intelligence...You said you were in intelligence, right? Is information
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− | the only thing you sell?<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Volke</b><br>
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− | Come out with it. What are you asking?<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Soren</b><br>
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− | Locks. Can you open locks?<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Volke</b><br>
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− | Sure. Fifty gold per lock.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | You're going to have him open the cell doors?<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Titania</b><br>
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− | Is that wise? We've only just met him. There's no telling if we
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− | can trust him.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
| |
− | ...<br>
| |
− | <br>
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− | <i>Hire Volke</i><br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | Volke, will you help us break into these cells?<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Volke</b><br>
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− | As long as I get paid, I've got no complaint.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | Titania? Objections?<br>
| |
− | <br>
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− | <b>Titania</b><br>
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− | I told you before, didn't I? You're the commander. If you decide on a
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− | course of action, I will but follow.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <i>Don't hire Volke</i><br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | Volke, I beg your pardon, but let's pretend this little talk never
| |
− | happened.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Volke</b><br>
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− | Hm. If that's how you want things, so be it. I wouldn't have objected
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− | to traveling with you, not if it meant steady work, but...<br>
| |
− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | Any objections, Soren?<br>
| |
− | <br>
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− | <b>Soren</b><br>
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− | I abide your decisions, Ike, as always.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <i>Seek advice</i><br>
| |
− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
| |
− | What do the two of you think?<br>
| |
− | <br>
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− | <b>Titania</b><br>
| |
− | Under the circumstances, I think trusting a man about whom we
| |
− | know nothing is dangerous. I am opposed to this.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Soren</b><br>
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− | If we want to get those cells open, I think risk is going to be
| |
− | inevitable. If we don't have to steal keys, we can reduce that risk and
| |
− | improve our chances of rescuing the prisoners. It's worth a shot.<br>
| |
− | <br>
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− | <b>Volke</b><br>
| |
− | ...<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <i>Conversation continues</i><br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Ranulf</b><br>
| |
− | Righto! I'm off. Good luck and all that.<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Ike</b><br>
| |
− | What? Wait! You're not going to help us here?<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Ranulf</b><br>
| |
− | Much as I would like to, I have a job to do. I will rejoin you when I'm
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− | finished.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
| |
− | Hmm... I see. Well, good luck to you then.<br>
| |
− | <br>
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− | <b>Ranulf</b><br>
| |
− | Yes, and to you as well!<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <i>Soren is dead</i><br>
| |
− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
| |
− | Soren, please look after Princess Elincia.<br>
| |
− | <br>
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− | <b>Soren</b><br>
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− | As you wish.<br>
| |
− | <br>
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− | <i>Soren and Titania are dead</i><br>
| |
− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
| |
− | Titania, Soren...Please look after Princess Elincia.<br>
| |
− | <br>
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− | <b>Titania</b><br>
| |
− | Understood.<br>
| |
− | <br>
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− | <b>Soren</b><br>
| |
− | Watch your back.<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <i>Titania is dead</i><br>
| |
− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | Titania, please look after Princess Elincia.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Titania</b><br>
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− | Understood.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Sephiran</b><br>
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− | ...<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Brom</b><br>
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− | Uh...tell me something, will you? What's going to happen to us? Those
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− | Daein soldiers took my friends away, and they didn't never come back.
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− | What did they do to them?! Oh, something bad happened! I just know it!<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Kieran</b><br>
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− | Quiet, fool! Keep your cowardly mutterings to yourself. It matters not
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− | what vile torture they<br>
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− | devise. A true knight of Crimea is bold, steadfast, and strong. I care
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− | not if they pull out my nails with tongs or insert pins into the soft
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− | flesh of my underbelly or yank--<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Brom</b><br>
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− | STOP IT! I can't bear torture! I'm not a professional soldier! I'm just
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− | part of the militia!<br>
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− | I can't believe I left my family behind for this...Will I ever see them
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− | again? Oh, I want to go home.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Kieran</b><br>
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− | Curses...If only I had a weapon of some sort.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Nephenee</b><br>
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− | Help...will...come. I will not...give up...<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <i>Ike talks to Sephiran</i><br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | You there! We've come to rescue you.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Sephiran</b><br>
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− | ...Ah!<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | You're not a soldier, are you? Your clothing gives you away.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Sephiran</b><br>
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− | I am...a pilgrim. My name is Sephiran.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | You're a monk? Why would they imprison you?<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Sephiran</b><br>
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− | I was arrested in a nearby village, where I was tending to wounded
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− | Crimean knights. I received no trial but have nevertheless been kept
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− | prisoner in this place ever since.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | I see... That explains it. We've come here to liberate the prisoners of
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− | war. You should take this opportunity to escape.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Sephiran</b><br>
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− | You will set me free? That is most gracious of you. If you've no
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− | objection, I would ask your name.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | I am Ike of the Greil Mercenaries. Please, the cell door is open. You
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− | should leave while you can.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Sephiran</b><br>
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− | Thank you. Perhaps we will meet again, Ike.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <i>Oscar talks to Kieran</i><br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Oscar</b><br>
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− | You're from Crimea, right? Come on--we're here to rescue you. We've
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− | opened your cell. Now's the time to escape.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Kieran</b><br>
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− | Ah! It's you!<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Kieran</b><br>
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− | I could never forget that squint! Knights of Crimea, twelfth
| |
− | regiment...your name is Oscar!<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Oscar</b><br>
| |
− | And you're... Wait a moment...You're Kieran, right?<br>
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− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Kieran</b><br>
| |
− | That is correct! I am Kieran...The same Kieran who has sworn himself
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− | to be your eternal rival!<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Oscar</b><br>
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− | Uh...Right...Kieran...So...how've you been? You look good.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Kieran</b><br>
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− | As always, your manner is listless and inappropriate. It befits one who
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− | would call me foe!<br>
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− | You were discharged three years ago...What are you doing here now? Aha!
| |
− | Could it be...You dastard! You've turned your coat and gone over to
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− | Daein, haven't you? Rarrrrr! What despicable, contemptible behavior!
| |
− | Unforgivable! Have you no shame? You were my one true rival! Where has
| |
− | your pride gone?<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Oscar</b><br>
| |
− | The mercenary company I'm attached to serves under the command of the
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− | princess of Crimea!<br>
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− | We came here to free any Crimean prisoners.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Kieran</b><br>
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− | The princess of Crimea?!? You're not part of the royal guard! How do
| |
− | you know about the princess?<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Oscar</b><br>
| |
− | Well, like I said, the princess is our employer and--<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Oscar</b><br>
| |
− | Aha! So that's your scheme, is it? You hope to distinguish yourself by
| |
− | meritorious service and gain the glory that is rightfully mine! Admit
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− | it!<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Oscar</b><br>
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− | Look, my duty is...<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Kieran</b><br>
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− | Blast you! Curse your name! Curse the name of Oscar and all who call
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− | him kin! I will never let you surpass me! Princess! I'm coming! Kieran
| |
− | will be forever at your side!<br>
| |
− | <br>
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− | <b>Oscar</b><br>
| |
− | Whoa...He's even more excitable than I remember. Hard to believe he's
| |
− | actually a decent knight...<br>
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− | <br>
| |
− | <i>Ike talks to Nephenee</i><br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Ike</b><br>
| |
− | You're a Crimean soldier, right? I've opened your cell. Let's get out
| |
− | of here.<br>
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− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Nephenee</b><br>
| |
− | Who...are you?<br>
| |
− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
| |
− | I'm Ike. I'm with a mercenary company hired by Princess Crimea. I can
| |
− | fill you in on the details later. For the time being, you'll just have
| |
− | to trust me.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Nephenee</b><br>
| |
− | ...Very well.<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <i>Ike talks to Brom</i><br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Ike</b><br>
| |
− | You're a Crimean soldier, right? Come on! I'm here to rescue you!<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Brom</b><br>
| |
− | S-seriously? I'm not dreaming again, am I?<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Ike</b><br>
| |
− | I'm a mercenary in the employ of Princess Elincia. I'll give you all
| |
− | the details later. For now, we have to move!<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Brom</b><br>
| |
− | What? The princess? Oh, happy day! Wait, let me stretch a
| |
− | bit...Ooo...Sorry, I'm stiff from this hard floor...Ow! Ow ow ow!
| |
− | Cramp! Cramp!<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Ike</b><br>
| |
− | Oh, for the love of--Come on! This way!<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Brom</b><br>
| |
− | All, all right! Hold on a second...I don't remember the king having any
| |
− | children...<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Ike</b><br>
| |
− | There's no time to explain! Hurry up!<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Brom</b><br>
| |
− | Oh! Uh, c-c-coming!<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <i>Killed an enemy</i><br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Daein Soldier</b><br>
| |
− | L-Look out! We're under attack!<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <i>Step into the range of an enemy</i><br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Daein Soldier</b><br>
| |
− | Gwaah! Enemy soldiers!<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Daein Soldier</b><br>
| |
− | Commander Danomill! The castle defenses have been breached! What are
| |
− | your orders, sir?<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Danomill</b><br>
| |
− | What fortunate timing. We were starting to run low on prisoners. Do try
| |
− | to capture them alive. I won't have you robbing me of my fun!<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Daein Soldier</b><br>
| |
− | As you command, sir!<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Ike</b><br>
| |
− | We've been spotted. There's nothing left to do but fight!<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <i>Danomill is attacked</i><br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Danomill</b><br>
| |
− | Look who's come to play! I am so VERY happy to see you. Now then, are
| |
− | you ready to become my prisoners and live a life of eternal bliss
| |
− | within my lovely dungeon?<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <i>Danomill dies</i><br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Danomill </b><br>
| |
− | You'll not escape...I will see all of you...dead...You will be
| |
− | exe...cu...ted...<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <i>After battle</i><br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <i>Kieran is alive</i><br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Ike</b><br>
| |
− | I've brought one of the Crimean soldiers who was being held prisoner.<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Elincia</b><br>
| |
− | Ahem...I'm sure you are unaware of this, but I am..<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Kieran</b><br>
| |
− | Princess Elincia!<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Elincia</b><br>
| |
− | Oh...yes. Quite right.<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Kieran</b><br>
| |
− | I am Kieran! I served under General Geoffrey, as leader of Crimea's
| |
− | fifth platoon. My platoon had the honor of escorting you from the
| |
− | palace during Daein's attack!<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Elincia</b><br>
| |
− | Really? You were there when...<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Kieran</b><br>
| |
− | I was! Lord Renning ordered my platoon to accompany General Geoffrey
| |
− | and serve as your escort. Our mission was to see you safely out of
| |
− | Crimea to Gallia's king. But we failed you...And when you were lost to
| |
− | us...I believed my worthless life was at its end...Yet here you are! To
| |
− | think that I would be so blessed as to see you again...Such
| |
− | emotion...I...The tears...sniff...<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Elincia</b><br>
| |
− | Kieran, were there any others?<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Kieran</b><br>
| |
− | Such terrific emotion...So--I beg your pardon?<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Elincia</b><br>
| |
− | Did anyone other than yourself survive?<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Kieran</b><br>
| |
− | Of course! Though I was the only one unfortunate enough to suffer the
| |
− | misery of captivity. General Geoffrey and several of his soldiers
| |
− | fought off the Daein attack. They were able to slip away. Even now,
| |
− | they wait in Crimea, hoping for one last chance to strike a blow
| |
− | against Daein.<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Elincia</b><br>
| |
− | Geoffrey...He is alive? Ah...How those words drive off the shadows
| |
− | across my heart...Thank you, Kieran. Thank you...for surviving.<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Kieran</b><br>
| |
− | You are too kind, Your Highness. The opportunity to serve you again is
| |
− | the greatest reward I could ask for. For as long as I draw breath, I
| |
− | will stand ready at your side! This, I swear.<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <i>Nephenee is alive and Brom is dead</i><br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Ike</b><br>
| |
− | All right, we all know where Kieran stands...How about you? Will you
| |
− | recognize Princess Elincia as the rightful heir to the Crimean throne?
| |
− | Will you fight for her?<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Nephenee</b><br>
| |
− | ...Um...<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Ike</b><br>
| |
− | Yes?<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Nephenee</b><br>
| |
− | If you can defeat the king of Daein, will this country return to the
| |
− | way it used to be? Is that what you're after?<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Elincia</b><br>
| |
− | It is my hope. I may not be as powerful as my father, but I will never
| |
− | abandon Crimea.<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Nephenee</b><br>
| |
− | In that case...I will fight with you. For Crimea. My name is Nephenee.<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Elincia</b><br>
| |
− | Thank you, Nephenee.<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Unknown</b><br>
| |
− | I beg your pardon.<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Ike</b><br>
| |
− | You're...<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Nephenee</b><br>
| |
− | O blessed saint!<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Sephiran</b><br>
| |
− | Nephenee, have you suffered any injury?<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Nephenee</b><br>
| |
− | I'm fine, thanks to you. But what about you? You were captured because
| |
− | you tried to help us...<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Sephiran</b><br>
| |
− | It is nothing to fret about. More importantly, where is the fellow with
| |
− | whom you were traveling?<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Nephenee</b><br>
| |
− | Oh, Brom...Poor, sweet Brom...In that battle, he...<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Sephiran</b><br>
| |
− | Oh...I see...How tragic...<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Nephenee</b><br>
| |
− | O blessed one...<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <i>Brom is alive and Nephenee is dead</i><br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Ike</b><br>
| |
− | All right, we all know where Kieran stands...How about you, stranger?
| |
− | Will you recognize Princess Elincia as the rightful heir to the Crimean
| |
− | throne? Will you fight for her?<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Brom</b><br>
| |
− | Look here. My name's Brom. I'm just simple country militiaman from
| |
− | Crimea. Now, I don't know much about nobles and stuff. Kings and queens
| |
− | don't matter much when you're workin' the fields. 'Course, I know I'll
| |
− | be in trouble if someone takes my fields away from me, so that's why I
| |
− | joined the militia! This king of Daein's no friend of ours. And I hear
| |
− | he's doing terrible things, too...Vile tortures with rusty nails
| |
− | and...and more! What's going to happen to my family? I left them all
| |
− | back home, and I'm so worried I can hardly see straight.<br>
| |
− | So all I need to know is if you can set things aright and ensure my
| |
− | family's safety.<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Elincia</b><br>
| |
− | Do not worry, my friend. I may not be as powerful as my father, but I
| |
− | will never abandon Crimea.<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Brom</b><br>
| |
− | You sound like a lady who stands by her word. Looks like my choice is
| |
− | easy!<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Brom</b><br>
| |
− | I'll fight in your name. I'll help you and yours, and we'll send those
| |
− | Daein egg suckers packing!<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Unknown</b><br>
| |
− | I beg your pardon...<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Ike</b><br>
| |
− | You're...<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Brom</b><br>
| |
− | O blessed saint! You live!<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Sephiran</b><br>
| |
− | Brom, have you been wounded?<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Brom</b><br>
| |
− | I'm fine, but what about you? You were jailed for helping us...I'm so
| |
− | sorry! Oh, I hope they didn't hurt you!<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Sephiran</b><br>
| |
− | It is nothing to fret about. More importantly, where is the young woman
| |
− | with whom you were traveling?<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Brom</b><br>
| |
− | Ah, the dear lass...Nephenee, in the battle, she...<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Sephiran</b><br>
| |
− | Oh, I see...How tragic.<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Brom</b><br>
| |
− | O blessed one...<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Ike</b><br>
| |
− | All right, we all know where Kieran stands...How about you two? Will
| |
− | you recognize<br>
| |
− | Princess Elincia as the rightful heir to the Crimean throne? Will you
| |
− | fight for her?<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Brom</b><br>
| |
− | Look here. My name's Brom, and this lass is Nephenee. We're just simple
| |
− | country militiamen from the same territory. Now, we don't know much
| |
− | about nobles and stuff. Kings and queens don't matter much when you're
| |
− | workin' the fields. 'Course, we know we'll be in trouble if<br>
| |
− | someone takes our fields away from us, so that's why we joined the
| |
− | militia! This king of Daein's no friend of ours. And I hear he's doing
| |
− | terrible things, too... Vile tortures with rusty nails and...and more!
| |
− | What's going to happen to my family? I left them all back home, and I'm
| |
− | so worried I can hardly see straight.<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Nephenee</b><br>
| |
− | If you can defeat the king of Daein, will this country return to the
| |
− | way it used to be? Is that what you're after?<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Elincia</b><br>
| |
− | It is my hope. I may not be as powerful as my father, but I will never
| |
− | abandon Crimea.<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Brom</b><br>
| |
− | You sound like a lady who stands by her word. Looks like my choice is
| |
− | easy!<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Nephenee</b><br>
| |
− | Mine too.<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Brom</b><br>
| |
− | I'll fight in your name. I'll help you and yours, and we'll send those
| |
− | Daein egg suckers packing!<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Elincia</b><br>
| |
− | Thank you.<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Unknown</b><br>
| |
− | I beg your pardon...<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Ike</b><br>
| |
− | You're...<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Nephenee</b><br>
| |
− | O blessed saint...<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Brom</b><br>
| |
− | Master Sephiran! You live!<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Sephiran</b><br>
| |
− | Brom, Nephenee...Are either of you wounded?<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Brom</b><br>
| |
− | We're fine, but what about you? You were jailed for helping us...I'm so
| |
− | sorry! Oh, I hope they didn't hurt you!<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Sephiran</b><br>
| |
− | It is nothing to fret about. Everyone is safe, and that is what matters.<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Nephenee</b><br>
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− | O blessed one...<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <i>Conversation continues</i><br>
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− | <br>
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− | <i>Ike talked to Sephiran during the chapter</i><br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | Pardon me, may I have a moment?<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Sephiran</b><br>
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− | Yes? Oh, you're the man I met earlier. I owe you so much for freeing
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− | me. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <i>Ike didn't talk to Sephiran during the chapter</i><br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Sephiran</b><br>
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− | Pardon me...May I have a moment of your time?<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | Who are you?<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Sephiran</b><br>
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− | I am a monk on pilgrimage. My name is Sephiran. Thanks to your efforts,
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− | I have been freed from my imprisonment.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | A monk? Why did the Daein army arrest you?<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Sephiran</b><br>
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− | I was arrested in a nearby village where I was treating wounded Crimean
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− | knights. I received no trial but taken prisoner nevertheless. I was
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− | scheduled to be executed on the morrow.<br>
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− | I owe you my life. I thank you from the bottom of my heart.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | You don't have to thank us. However, I am curious about your situation.
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− | Why were you aiding Crimean soldiers?<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Sephiran</b><br>
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− | Do you question my story?<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | You're a monk on pilgrimage as well as an ally of Crimean resistance
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− | fighters? Under the circumstances, do you blame me?<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Sephiran</b><br>
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− | Tell me something, Ike. If you came across a wounded person, could you
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− | ignore his plight?<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | Normally...No, I could not. But in times like these, where it means
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− | risking my own life...<br>
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− | I don't know. It's tough to say.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Sephiran</b><br>
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− | Ha ha...You're quite honest. However, if actually faced with such a
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− | choice, a man such as yourself would not hesitate. If faced with an
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− | individual in pain, you would act instinctively. Your body would not
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− | wait for the command.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | Who...Who are you? Really. You're so calm, so full of peace. I can't
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− | believe you're a simple monk.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Sephiran</b><br>
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− | If you'll forgive me, I must be going. Fare thee well, young warrior. I
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− | am certain that we will meet again.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <i>Conversation continues</i><br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Volke</b><br>
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− | ...Ike.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | Oh, hello, Volke. What do you want?<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Volke</b><br>
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− | I was thinking about traveling with you for a bit. I'll be in the
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− | general area, so if you need anything, you can call me. I'll help you
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− | out...for a fee, of course.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Titania</b><br>
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− | What did you say?<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | Why would you do such a thing? In times such as these, there must be
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− | many parties that need...intelligence.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Volke</b><br>
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− | Well, you've sparked my curiosity. And besides...No, we'll just have to
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− | leave it at that.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Titania</b><br>
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− | That's not acceptable.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Volke</b><br>
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− | Don't be so inflexible. It's not as if I'll be joining your merry band
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− | or anything. This is strictly business.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Titania</b><br>
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− | And yet you--<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | Titania.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Soren</b><br>
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− | I believe this is a good opportunity. We will almost certainly have
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− | need of this man's talents. He is a dubious character at best, but at
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− | least we know his motives. Everything begins and ends with gold. He'll
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− | be easy to control.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | Soren, he's standing right there.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Soren</b><br>
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− | I don't think he minds.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Titania</b><br>
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− | What will it be, Ike? The decision's yours.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <i>Accepted Volke's proposition</i><br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | Very well. You may do as you like.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Volke</b><br>
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− | Excellent. Call me if you need anything.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <i>Declined Volke's proposition</i><br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | I'm sorry, but I cannot accept your proposition. However, as we
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− | discussed earlier, I will<br>
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− | summon you when we have the fee for my father's information. Is that
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− | acceptable?<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Volke</b><br>
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− | Agreed. Be seeing you.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <i>Conversation continues</i><br>
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− | <br>
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− | <i>Hired Volke</i><br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ranulf</b><br>
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− | First the thief and then that monk...What an odd band of characters
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− | you've attracted!<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | Ranulf! Have you finished your errands?<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ranulf</b><br>
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− | All done! But about those two--<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | Yes, they're both rather mysterious.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ranulf</b><br>
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− | Well, the monk seems like a decent enough fellow.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
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− | Determining who is a friend and who is a foe is something I must be
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− | able to do. But it's just so hard.<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ranulf</b><br>
| |
− | That's only because you don't have enough information to base your
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− | judgment on. All we can do now is press on.<br>
| |
− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
| |
− | You're right...<br>
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− | <br>
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− | <i>Refused to hire Volke</i><br>
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− | <br>
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− | <b>Ranulf</b><br>
| |
− | That thief? Volke? I don't know how, but he's just vanished. I can't
| |
− | find hide nor hair of him. First him, and then that monk...What an odd
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− | band of characters you've attracted<br>
| |
− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
| |
− | Ranulf! Have you finished your errands?<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Ranulf</b><br>
| |
− | All done! But about those two--<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Ike</b><br>
| |
− | Yes, they're both rather mysterious.<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Ranulf</b><br>
| |
− | Well, the monk seems like a decent enough fellow.<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Ike</b><br>
| |
− | Determining who is a friend and who is a foe is something I must be
| |
− | able to do. But it's just so hard.<br>
| |
− | <br>
| |
− | <b>Ranulf</b><br>
| |
− | That's only because you don't have enough information to base your
| |
− | judgment on. All we can do now is press on.<br>
| |
− | <br>
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− | <b>Ike</b><br>
| |
− | You're right...<br>
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