Claude/Supports

Raphael

C Support

Raphael: Hrgh... Ugh... Ngh...

Raphael: There we go. Time for a break!

Claude: Hey, Raphael. That's quite a load you've got there.

Raphael: It was my turn to do the shopping again, but I might have overdone it.

Claude: Aren't those trips usually for food supplies? Why did you pick up a bunch of spears and gauntlets as well?

Raphael: I was passing by the smithy and the old man called me over.

Raphael: He said he was finished repairing the training weapons, so I grabbed them since I was already there.

Claude: I see. And those books?

Raphael: I had just left the smithy when I ran into a merchant I recognized.

Raphael: He said he had some books that he brought for the library, so I took them off his hands.

Claude: Right. And that desk?

Raphael: Oh, this? Can you believe someone threw this away? It only needs a little work and it'll be good as new!

Raphael: Someone around here was just saying that they needed a desk.

Claude: Of course. Now, this is just a friendly observation, but I see surprisingly little of the food supplies that we actually need.

Raphael: Haha. Well, I, uh, worked up an appetite from carrying all of this stuff, so, uh...I had a snack on my way back.

Claude: Raphael... I appreciate the thought, but you can't get so carried away with helping out like that. You helped us all right out of dinner.

Claude: And now that I've seen your struggle, I have no choice but to join in this vicious cycle of charity. Here, I'll lend you a hand.

Raphael: All of this stuff is pretty heavy. Are you sure you can handle it?

Claude: You insult me! And no, I can't. I'll only carry the books and offer my support as you handle the rest.

Ignatz

C Support

Ignatz: ...

Claude: ...

Ignatz: Gah! Claude! Why didn't you say anything?

Claude: You were praying so fervently, I didn't want to interrupt.

Ignatz: I appreciate the sentiment, but I wasn't praying.

Claude: No? What then?

Ignatz: I was just thinking about the goddess.

Claude: Were you now? Fascinating! Please, go on.

Ignatz: Not here. Let's go somewhere else.

Claude: So, you were pondering the existence of the goddess, then?

Ignatz: Yes. All right, consider this. The archives here have all kinds of texts about the goddess, right?

Ignatz: But when people tell stories of the goddess, it's only myths and legends that glorify her.

Claude: They probably hope to rake in more followers by glorifying the goddess as much as possible.

Claude: That would be why the church tends to quietly shove all of their more questionable records under some secret rug somewhere.

Ignatz: C-Claude, don't put words in my mouth! That's not what I said!

Ignatz: I was just wondering what the goddess looks like.

Ignatz: That's the kind of thing I like to think about.

Claude: What the goddess...looks like? Well, I suppose if she really exists, she probably looks a lot like us.

Claude: In fact, she probably wouldn't be so different from that old woman working here in the dining hall.

Ignatz: What?! Claude, please stop! The goddess I imagine is absolutely beautiful!

Claude: How rude of you, Ignatz! I'm sure that old woman was lovely back in her day.