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Bartre: Hnnh? What's the matter, magic man? You don't look so good...
Canas: Yes, well, I am a bit fatigued, actually. You know, scholars are not used to such strenuous activity.
Bartre: Your body turned to mush because you read too much, magic man.
Canas: Yes... I suppose that's one way of putting it.
Bartre: Well then! I'll whip you into shape!
Canas: Ah, no! Please. Really, I don't think--
Bartre: Don't worry about it! It's no bother for me! In exchange, you can just lend me one of those books!
Canas: A-A book?
Bartre: Yeah. Maybe...a skinny one.
Canas: ...... Are you...going to...eat it?
Bartre: Are you calling me stupid!?
Canas: No! Nothing of the sort!
Bartre: Warriors must become strong!
Canas: Ah...yes.
Bartre: My body is powerful, but your body has brains. We have different paths, but we both fight bravely. We can help each other along our different paths.
Canas: Why...yes! You're probably right... Well, it seems I may have much to learn from you. I look forward to it...
Bartre: Nnh. Yeah! But first, wait! Punch me as hard as you can!

Bartre: So, it's you again, magic man.
Canas: Why, hello there!
Bartre: You read a lot of books, huh? What's that book there?
Canas: Oh, this one? Yes... Well it's actually...a rather fascinating excursion into cryptopaleontology...
Bartre: Stop!! Say no more!
Canas: Oh, right.
Bartre: That was too close! I don't care what kind of book it is! But you can kill people with that book, right?
Canas: Ah, no. Actually this is not a dark tome...
Bartre: What? Then what good is it on the battlefield?
Canas: Well, no good at all, I suppose.
Bartre: What?! That makes no sense! Why are you reading it then?
Canas: Why, for the thrill of new knowledge, I guess. Man lives for the joy of new ideas, doesn't he?
Bartre: Ummm...Uhh. I see. See, like, I try to eat all I can after a battle. And this is, like, the same thing, right?
Canas: Yes, well...perhaps. I suppose.
Bartre: So that's...that's what you do, right? I like you, magic man! I hope you learn everything and stuff!
Canas: Well...I shall try. Err, thank you.

Bartre: Oi! Come here, punk!
Canas: W-What is it?
Bartre: What's with that get-up? Are you another one of those magic types?
Canas: Err, well... I do dabble in the dark arts...
Bartre: Dark arts? What's that?!
Canas: Ah, well it's quite interesting, really. You see, there are several types of magic in this cosmos. Monks practice light magic, mages practice anima magic, and we shamans practice elder magic, which some call dark!
Bartre: Nguuoooohhhh!
Canas: W-What's the matter?!
Bartre: Nnng. Hard words make my head hurt!
Canas: I-I apologize. Did I use...hard words?
Bartre: You callin' me stupid!?
Canas: No, err, I never meant-- No.
Bartre: Right. Well, that's all right, then. I'm just going to punch that rock over there until my head feels better...
Canas: Righto. Have fun...I guess...

Bartre: I'm sorry, Dorcas... I...couldn't get you that raise we talked about.
Dorcas: ...Fine.
Bartre: I went to go sock that Eliwood in the jaw... But he just stood there so calmly... He listened to everything I said, then he gave me some fool excuse. I couldn't even understand half of the words he used...
Dorcas: I'd imagine not.
Bartre: Hey, are you calling me a fool!
Dorcas: Yes. I am... You are a fool, but you are a well-meaning fool. You make big messes, but your heart is good. And I thank you for caring about Natalie and me.
Bartre: Nn... Maybe I've taken too many to the head, but what do you mean by that?
Dorcas: ...Forget it.

Bartre: Well, if it isn't Dorcas! What are you doing here? Uhh... Is that a picture? Forgive me, but you don't strike me as the artistic type!
Dorcas: You're one to talk about looks... This is a picture of my...of Natalie.
Bartre: Ohh. I get it. She's in the town square. Well, that's real pretty.
Dorcas: I'd like to draw her in other settings, but she still can't go far from the house...
Bartre: Hm. Right, her leg. I forgot your wife was sick. So...isn't she getting any better?
Dorcas: She will...but it will take time, and it will take money. That's why I left her--to work and save money.
Bartre: Hm...
Dorcas: But that is my affair, do not concern yourself...
Bartre: Well, that won't do. It's all for one, and one for all, is it not! I've an idea! Eliwood pays our wages, right? We'll simply ask him for more!
Dorcas: Don't be foolish.
Bartre: Yeah, but he owes us! Or Bartre here will tear him a new hide! I've been meaning to match knuckles with him anyway!
Dorcas: Leave it.
Bartre: Come on! It's the least I could do!
Dorcas: I don't need your help.
Bartre: You just leave it to old Bartre!
Dorcas: I said no.
Bartre: Well, I'll get cracking! You just sit tight!
(Bartre leaves)
Dorcas: Listen...

Bartre: Dorcas! So this is where you've been?
Dorcas: ...You.
Bartre: Now, we fight!
Dorcas: ...What? I don't understand. Are we supposed to duel?
Bartre: Call it what you will, but now we fight! There comes a time when every man must test his mettle! So far, I've lost 58 against you and won 57, and I won't lose today!
Dorcas: Fine. You know what? Why don't we just say that you won this one, too?
Bartre: Idiot! How can you say that!? And you call yourself the toughest axeman alive?!
Dorcas: ...I don't remember ever saying that.
Bartre: Wait, Dorcas! Wait!

Karla: Bartre.
Bartre: Oho! It's you!
Karla: So you have improved your skills. I thought your words at our last meeting might have been empty...
Bartre: Never! I will always strive to be best!
Karla: Well... That is an admirable goal. With that attitude, perhaps someday you could best me.
Bartre: What are you saying! You must become stronger as well! We must both raise our skill!
Karla: Hm... So we shall. But there is no need for haste. And perhaps I could help you improve?
Bartre: Enough, braggart! You're no better than me! We are the same, you and I!
Karla: ...Except that I am a woman.
Bartre: I--!
Karla: ...What? Are you so surprised? Surely you must have realized this before now!
Bartre: Er... No! I'm sorry! I mean, I forgot!
Karla: You forgot? Whatever do you mean?
Bartre: ...From the first time I met you on the battlefield, I saw a beautiful girl... But..after^[sic] I fought you and realized your strength, I only saw the greatest warrior I had ever met.
Karla: ......
Bartre: Did I anger you?
Karla: No. It's just...
Bartre: Just what?
Karla: Bartre, you are a good man.
Bartre: Hnh?
Karla: I will train harder, so that I do not betray your expectations of me. Farewell.
(Karla leaves)
Bartre: K-Karla. What was I thinking! That was the absolute stupidest thing I could have said! What's wrong with me! Am I...in love? Wauuuugghhhhhh!

Bartre: Grarr! Come here, you!
Karla: Ahh, dear Bartre... So you still live. What joy.
Bartre: You thought me dead, demon?
Karla: I admit I did at first. But I did reconsider. You are too stubborn to die.
Bartre: I've lived through far worse! We will finish this next time! Remember that!
Karla: You still wish to fight? You poor fool...
Bartre: And you! Where is your will to fight?
Karla: What?
Bartre: You're holding back! And that is the greatest shame on the battlefield! I want to fight you untamed! Show me what you've got!
Karla: I would be happy to... But, dear Bartre, you will die.
Bartre: I'm ready to die! All to hone my skill! The warrior's path is not an easy one!
Karla: Hmm... I like you... You're...interesting. Very well. Then I shall bring all of my sword arts to bear...

Bartre: You!
Karla: Hm?
Bartre: So we finally meet again! Now it's time to finish what we started earlier! Now, come at me! And don't try anything funny!
Karla: Hm. Tempting... But is now really the right time?
Bartre: Do you think I care!?! You're going down! Now, raise your sword!
Karla: Don't be hasty. Lord Eliwood has forbidden us from fighting amongst ourselves. Are you prepared to return your retainer?
Bartre: Grr... No.
Karla: We don't need interruptions right now. Why don't we discuss this when the battle has ended?
Bartre: Fine, we'll do it your way! But when this ends, be ready! Got it!?
Karla: Why, certainly.

Bartre: Ah! There you are! You're a hard one to find, you know that?
Raven: ...Sorry you took the trouble.
Bartre: No matter, friend! I knew you would be in good health. It takes a weaker man like you to fall to the forces of evil, yes!
Raven: Friend...did you say?
Bartre: Eh? What was that? Ah--look, I brought something! It's my family tree. Just, I had some trouble remembering some parts. If I get a chance to go home, I'll be sure to check and make sure. If, of course, you can wait?
Raven: You are most kind. I'd be very pleased if you went home.
Bartre: Right, right, when the time comes! So, we can save the talking for a later day, it seems... Today, I've come to formally challenge you to combat!
Raven: But...there's no need.
Bartre: What?
Raven: You said it yourself, we're "friends," right? Friends know each other, they know each other's strength.
Bartre: Ah! True! That is true! Forgive me, friend! There is nothing that needs contesting between us, is there?
Raven: Right you are, Bartre. Now, return to your post...friend.
Bartre: Yes...yes! ... ...! Eh...?
Raven: What's wrong?
Bartre: Um, what's your name?
Raven: ... ... ...

Bartre: Say, aren't you that guy...
Raven: What is it this time?
Bartre: No fighting, no fighting! Just relax, there. You're right... Words are highly underrated.
Raven: Ah, I see you're coming around.
Bartre: That's why I came prepared today so we could, uh, get to know one another!
Raven: Why do you think I would have any interest in getting to know you?
Bartre: J-Just look at this, will you? Took me days to write, it did. Look--it's my family tree!
Raven: ... ...
Bartre: Long, isn't it? About three times your height, I'd say. This person right here, he's the oldest ancestor I've records of.
Bartre: ... ...
Bartre: It was because of him, that the blood of fighters was passed down in my family from generation to generation.
Raven: Your handwriting is abysmal.
Bartre: Gack! I...was never good at my letters. Of course, I was kind of writing in a hurry...
Raven: Perhaps you could go rewrite this, so I can read it better, eh?
Bartre: Of course!
(Bartre leaves)
Raven: Take all the time you need, really.
(Bartre returns)
Bartre: Yes! And I've got an idea! Might you teach me handwriting so as I can be sure you'll be able to read it?
Raven: What!?
Bartre: Yeah--see, this letter... I have worlds of trouble with this one... Here, I've got some paper... Write me a sample, would you?
Raven: What have I done to deserve this?

Bartre: Ah! You!
Raven: ...What?
Bartre: That gaze that misses nothing! That gait free of wasted effort! You are strong! And someday, we shall fight!
Raven: What are you talking about?
(Bartre charges toward Raven)
Bartre: Uwaaaaaah!
(Raven steps back; Bartre charges past him)
Bartre: ...Ungf!
(Raven steps forward)
Raven: ...Hey, are you hurt?
(Bartre stands up)
Bartre: H-Hey! What's the big idea! Why'd you step aside!? You knew I'd fall!
Raven: I believe I should be the one asking "what's the big idea."
Bartre: What need have we of chit-chat! We are men who live by the strength of our arms! Fists, not words! We--We talk with our fists!
Raven: ... ...
Bartre: If you have not realized this, then you are greener than I thought! Bwah hah hah!
Raven: I...see.
Bartre: So--gaaah!
(Bartre and Raven move around each other)
Bartre: Wh-What was that all about, all of a sudden--
Raven: I believe you were the one who rushed me first?
Bartre: W-Wait! I dropped my axe when I fell just now, and-- Whaa!?
(Bartre and Raven move around each other)
Raven: Fists, not words, right?
Bartre: H-Hey! I-I know your type... Cool face and heart of fire! Men shouldn't be temper--uwwaoh!
(Bartre staggers)
Bartre: W-Wait! Whoaa! I-I said wait! Wait!

Bartre: Renault!
Renault: Ah, yes, my son?
Bartre: You're no man of faith! You lied! You said we would fight!
Renault: ...So I did. But there is already fighting everywhere. We have no time.
Bartre: Nggghhh! Don't make excuses! Tell me, Bishop, why were you on the Dread Isle?! The time you spent there turned you evil! That's why you broke your promise!
Renault: Now, I don't think that-- Look here... Just calm down. You'll never be the strongest if you die of a heart attack first. I can heal your pains, but you must relax.
Bartre: I don't need your prayers! Don't heal me--just punch me!
Renault: Punch you? Me?
Bartre: Yeah! Warriors speak with their fists!
Renault: I don't really understand, but will my punching you really make you feel better?
Bartre: As hard as you can!
Renault: Well, all right then.
(Renault moves toward Bartre)
Renault: Like this?
Bartre: Gwooh!
(Bartre collapses)
Bartre (off-screen): You hit me in the eye... Cra...zy...priest...
Renault: Bartre? Hey, get up. ...He passed out. ...So I have to punch him, and then I have to heal him? Elimine, grant me the grace to endure this man...

Bartre: Wait!
Renault: You again... Look, there's no time for this, is there?
Bartre: Quiet! A warrior trains himself constantly!
Renault: ...It's...Bartre, is it not?
Bartre: Right!
Renault: Why do you seek strength, my son?
Bartre: What?
Renault: ...I have seen many warriors. Most sought power for their own reasons...to acquire something or to control someone... What is your reason?
Bartre: Ruuoooggghhh!!
Renault: What is it?!
Bartre: Difficult conversations make...head hurt!
Renault: ...What an odd fellow.
Bartre: Hey, are you calling me stupid?!
Renault: I...don't believe so. What is your dream, son? What do you seek?
Bartre: I dunno! I don't think about things like that! I want to be strong! That is what I seek!
Renault: ...How odd. Very well. Once this battle is finished, I will spar with you until you are satisfied.
Bartre: Really?! Thanks! I mean it!

Bartre: Ho there!
Renault: ...? And you are?
Bartre: I am Bartre! I strive to be the best! What say you to a match?
Renault: ...What a strange fellow. Well, first off, I think you've chosen the wrong opponent. What use is there in fighting a man of the cloth like myself?
Bartre: Do not try to hide your skill from me, man! You may say mass on Sundays, but you brawl your week away! Do you read the rites to your fallen foes, Your Excellency?
Renault: ...You are wrong about me.
Bartre: You don't fool me! I can spot a true warrior! Why, of the last ten men I spotted, nearly half were strong warriors!
Renault: ...So you're only right half of the time?
Bartre: ...Nearly half! But I know I'm right this time! That glint in your eye, that's the shine of your inner steel, man! Now, have at you!
Renault: ...You must be joking.
(Renault leaves)
Bartre: W-Wait! And you call yourself the toughest priest alive!?

Nino: Canas! Let me introduce my family. Just open this pendant, here.
Canas: All right... Now, who's this?
Nino: That's my mother and father. I'm in the middle. The ones on the side are my twin brothers.
Canas: ...What a lovely family.
Nino: Yeah. And their names are printed there, see? My father's name is Juge, and my mother's name is Iris. And that's my brother, Kai. Thanks to you, I know their names now.
Canas: That is...good. But...this Iris... How interesting...
Nino: How so?
Canas: Well, my wife had a sister named Iris. Unfortunately, I heard that she had died...
Nino: Really? Well, you don't suppose...
Canas: Perhaps. You know, Nino, you might be our niece...
Nino: So my mom's sister... Does that make you my uncle?
Canas: Well, it is not an uncommon name, but... Well, perhaps... It would be an interesting coincidence...
Nino: Hm. I hope it is true... Because, Canas, you are a really good person... You're warm and kind, like my real dad.
Canas: And I would certainly be happy to have such a studious young girl like yourself as a niece... That would truly be grand...

Nino: Canas!
Canas: Ah...Nino. You certainly look well today. How was the book I lent you?
Nino: Oh, it was great! I really am starting to like these tomes! Now I can even write the word "Fire"!
Canas: ...Ahh, anima magic is quite wondrous... Its polished magic system and refined theory are quite elegant...
Nino: Oh yeah?
Canas: My wife and I are magic users like yourself. When I look at one of my wife's tomes, it truly lightens my heart... Anima is the magic of nature... This communion with the spirit of all things unleashes the heart. This magic makes us feel free... The elder magic that I use requires great strength to master its forces.
Nino: Yeah, I think I understand... Sometimes, you look a little scary when you use magic...
Canas: When I show my son the dark tomes, he just becomes frightened and cries... Perhaps our ancient lineage of dark mages will end with me... My mother has tried all sorts of hexes to prepare the child, but nothing works...
Nino: Hmmm... Is that so? And how old is he?
Canas: He will be two this year.
Nino: What, he's not even two years old! What were you thinking! I'm 14, and I still can't read!
Canas: Hmmm, maybe you are right. I guess my mother did pressure me a bit much as a child... But my brothers and I were all raised that way and we seem to have turned out well...
Nino: You've got to be kidding! Tell her to stop right away!
Canas: Oh, all right. But since I am still on a quest for knowledge, I can't just return home now...
Nino: Canas!!
Canas: Y-Yes?
Nino: You shouldn't waste your time wandering when your son is at home waiting for you... He needs you!
Canas: Oh... I feel so ashamed.

Nino: Oh, hello, Canas!
Canas: Hello. Why, you're little Nino, aren't you?
Nino: Yep. Sure am. What are you reading?
Canas: Oh, yes... It's "Roland the Hero."
Nino: Who?
Canas: Well, Roland was a hero who fought dragons a long time ago, about a thousand years ago.
Nino: Hmm... Sounds fun. I'd like to read it, too.
Canas: You... You would? Nino... I'm so glad to have you in this army...
Nino: Hm?
Canas: You see, books take us to fascinating new places... Oh, I really do think you and I will be fast friends...sniff...
Nino: You don't have to cry...
Canas: Here! I would like you to have this book! And please, take any of these you would like!
Nino: But...look, I'm sorry... I can't actually... I don't know how to read. Nobody ever taught me letters.
Canas: Oh...I see. Well, then why don't I teach you?
Nino: Really?! But...won't it interrupt your studying?
Canas: Of course not. You see, teaching illuminates the minds of both master and student... I will teach you everything I can!
Nino: Yaay!

Pent: Canas!
Canas: Afternoon, Lord Pent!
Pent: Here is the book I borrowed. It was truly fascinating!
Canas: I am glad it pleased you.
Pent: I have collected a great number of books on elder magic, and I thought I had read them all... But to find one of such high quality that I did not know of...
Canas: ...I do believe this is the last surviving copy of this book. ...As I told you before... Knowledge of the ancient magics has been passed down in our family for generations... Even this book...was to be passed to one of my three brothers.
Pent: And all three are now dead!! Good Lord, man, you must be...
Canas: Oh, no! They are alive! But...barely. They merely subsist... As you know, elder magic is based on the forces of darkness... It is even more powerful than nature magic, which is often called anima. But to use this magic, you must invite the dark forces within you. The temptation to submit to the darkness is...great. ...Unfortunately, the darkness took my brothers... They live...and breathe...their eyes open and close... But...they do not move. And they do not speak.
Pent: ......
Canas: There is no guarantee that I will not join them... ......Truthfully, it scares me... However, I must see the other side. My curiosity pushes me ever deeper. It will be my undoing.
Pent: This is the course of knowledge. I am the same way...
Canas: I knew you would understand. If it pleases you, keep that book.
Pent: I cannot do that. It is an important part of your family history!
Canas: Yes, but it was written by my mother. If I ask her, she will write it again...
Pent: ...Unbelievable. Are you telling me that this book was written by someone still alive!? Your mother... How could...
Canas: Her name is Niime. She is an odd character. She is known to some as the Mountain Hermit...
Pent: Canas! You are the son of Niime!?
Canas: ...You know of her?
Pent: Every mage knows of Niime the hermit!! ...So you are the hermit's child... That is...remarkable...
Canas: What is the matter?
Pent: You must excuse me! My lady wife, Louise, will never believe this!

Canas: ...Mmm. I wonder where it went? If I dropped it, it should be around here...
(Pent appears)
Pent: ......
Canas: Ah!
Pent: ...Mm?
Canas: Excuse me...that book...
Pent: Oh... Is this yours? It looked interesting, so I started reading it... I'm sorry to have kept it from you...
Canas: No, that's perfectly fine... I just...didn't know you had an interest in ancient magic. You look more like one who specializes in the magics of nature.
Pent: Very perceptive.
Canas: Oh, well... My knowledge is but a candle to your mastery's blaze. ...Are you not Lord Pent, the mage general of Etruria?
Pent: That is correct.
Canas: Wow! Goodness! In the flesh? Well, my wife will not believe this!!
Pent: I'm sorry, but who are you?
Canas: Oh, I am Canas. I have only just become a shaman...
Pent: And your wife is a magic-user?
Canas: Yes. Why, she just thinks you are the bee's knees!
Pent: ...What an interesting pairing. I had heard there was a scholar of ancient magic who had married a magic-user just to learn more about his field.
Canas: Well, I guess that's true... I am still just a scholar at heart... That is my, err, true calling...
Pent: You went from scholar to shaman? Quite an interesting history! You really must tell me about that sometime...
Canas: Well, you see, it all started...

Canas: Ah, Renault! Wait for me! I must ask you something!
Renault: What is it?
Canas: ...... Now, I ask you this, only for the sake of knowledge... Knowledge...is the reason for my journey... I understand there are some things you would rather the others did not know... So, please do not answer if you do not wish to.
Renault: As you wish.
Canas: Please tell me... These morphs Nergal has created... How can you know so much about beings that are centuries old?
Renault: ......
Canas: I will give you the answer I suspect may be true. You know, because you were there. Nergal was alone after he and Athos separated. The only ones around him were his morphs... Perhaps then, you are...
Renault: ...... What?
Canas: ...... ...I have never thought one should back away from knowledge, but...I hesitate to ask...
Renault: Is that so... Then I will ask you a question.
Canas: Yes?
Renault: You asked me before... Whether or not morphs had a soul... What do you think?
Canas: ...... Before...I would have said that I do not know... But now, perhaps I do... Morphs...do have souls... That is what I believe...
Renault: ...That is not a bad answer. Your reply deserves another good answer... When Nergal first created his morphs, he was not alone. He had one assistant. A mercenary who wanted desperately to bring back a friend he had lost in battle. This mercenary volunteered freely for Nergal's experiments, knowing they would make him less than human...
Canas: Bishop Renault, are you saying--
Renault: This was a long, long time ago...

Canas: Did you know that the word "morph" appears even in a few ancient texts? Brought to life by man, crafted to resemble him... I never thought any of us would actually have seen one.
Renault: ......
Canas: Renault, where did you first learn of these morphs? Are they mentioned in the Eliminean scripture?
Renault: A long time ago, I... Enough. I don't want to talk about this.
Canas: Oh. Well that is...truly unfortunate. You see, we know so little of Nergal.
Renault: ......
Canas: Why, for example, did he begin creating morphs? After his falling out with the Archsage Athos, did he feel alone in the world? Did he need the company of someone who could understand him? Was he forced to...create...such a being?
Renault: ...Not exactly.
Canas: Oh?
Renault: He has no care for his creations... He merely brought them into this world to serve him. His only interest is himself. Those...things...that he discards... They lose their way...and wander. And he cares not. Morphs...are the mere fact of existence...once meaning has been stripped away.
Canas: Renault... How do you know so much?
Renault: ......
Canas: Nergal began creating morphs centuries ago. Even Athos knows so little... So...how could you...?
Renault: ...... I don't know. My own past is...a mystery.

Canas: Ah, excuse me. You are...on our side, are you not? Fighting with us?
Renault: ...... I suppose I am. I am Renault.
Canas: It is an honor. I am Canas. I have a question.
Renault: ...You don't waste much time...
Canas: Ah, yes, well, excuse my manners. But I am on a journey to gather knowledge...
Renault: A scholar, eh...
Canas: Yes. Well... For the moment, I am more like a shaman traveling to hone my skill in the ancient magic. But at heart, I am still just a scholar, as you say. I heard, Bishop, that you have been to the Dread Isle... Could you perhaps tell me a little about it? About the creatures to be found there? About the ones with eyes of gold?
Renault: You mean...morphs?
Canas: Ah! So you do know of them! Where did you learn that name?
Renault: Well. A long time ago, I...
Canas: Bishop, I must ask you... Do you think these morphs have souls?
Renault: Souls?
Canas: Yes. I am dreadfully curious to know. The Elimineans say that all creatures possess souls... All those created by the gods, that is. But what of those created by man? And these manufactured beings...do they dream? Do they think--and suffer--as we do? Or must their emotions be...crafted...by another?
Renault: ...... Well... That I do not know.

Vaida: Hey, you! I thought I taught you a lesson, and here you are, reading again!!
Canas: Ah, er... Hello, Vaida. I am indeed reading. This is--
Vaida: I didn't ask!!
Canas: Ah. Well, excuse me. I thought I would bring a book today that you might find interesting... It is about wyvern-mounted combat...
Vaida: Wyverns?
Canas: Yes. Do you know of them? They are rather mysterious creatures. According to this book, they are all white and normally appear in lakes... And it says that they cry "Scraw!" from time to time. Just once, I sure would like to see a real one...
Vaida: Are you...stupid?
Canas: Hm? Was my description inaccurate?
Vaida: You scholars are all bumbling fools! Give me that useless book! Umbriel! Here's some more light reading!
Canas: Oh dear, not again! And he finds that one...positively irresistible, doesn't he...

Vaida: Pfeh. You again? Just my luck to have to share the battleground with a gnat like you...
Canas: Vaida, it has been a while.
Vaida: Are you still wasting your time studying that ridiculous babble? You never give up, do you?
Canas: No, I never do stop studying! Knowledge is its own reward, Vaida! By the way, this is "Dark--
Vaida: I didn't ask you, troll!
Canas: Ah. Forgive me.
Vaida: Why do I have to be paired with a useless wastrel like you!? It's infuriating! Give me that!
Canas: Hey! That's a very rare book! And it's mine!
Vaida: Umbriel! Tasty, tasty! Eat it up!
Canas: No, please don't... Ohh... Ohh... Why does he have to devour it as if it were so...appetizing?

Vaida: Hey, you!
Canas: Oh, hello there. I am called Canas.
Vaida: Who asked you, worm-bait! And what are you doing, reading in the heat of battle?
Canas: Ah, yes. This is "The Dragon-Human War: An Annotated Chronicle." It's about the war one thousand years ago between humans and...
Vaida: I don't care what book you're reading! I want to know why you're even reading in the first place!
Canas: Oh. I see. Forgive me.
Vaida: I can't believe we're fighting on the same side! Who's running this army? I hope they don't expect me to fight for both of us! Now get out of my way, unless you want to get stepped on!
Canas: Ahh... Pardon me.

Farina: "The treasure lies on the other side of the door that separates fire and water." Fire and water, huh? The Nabata desert, maybe?
Dart: Don't you wish! See! That's why it's going to take a pirate's mind to unravel this one, lassie! It's got to be the Dragon's Gate on the Dread Isle!
Farina: Really? That doesn't sound right for some reason...
Dart: Yeah, well maybe that's because you weren't paying attention to this bit that says "The hidden white fang..." That's gotta be the Ilian wyvern's...
Farina: No way. There are no wyverns in Ilia...
Dart: A-Are you serious? Then that would mean... Aww...
Farina: Just so we're straight, it's going to be "early bird gets the worm," right? Of course, only one of us can fly like a bird, right?
Dart: You think I'd let a gold-snatching witch like you beat me to it?
Farina: What?! Don't act like you're not in it for the treasure, too! You find that treasure, and you'll be rich, right? You've got all these grand dreams, but you're just in it for the loot!
Dart: Don't be a bleeding idiot... Dart the pirate is not such a small man! Being rich is boring! My dream is this: I want to find that treasure, hide it again, make a map that leads to it, and pass out a few copies all over the world!!
Farina: What?!
Dart: Don't you get it? I'm a pirate's pirate! There'll be sea dogs the world over looking for the treasure of Dart, the legendary pirate king! What do you think? Isn't it exciting?
Farina: ...You are the stupidest pirate I have ever met...
Dart: Hey! Are you stomping on my dream?!
Farina: Well, what do you want me to say...? Let's see...the phrase "pearls before swine," comes to mind... Aww, forget about it. I'm going to find that treasure first anyway...
Dart: Over my dead body! You'll never get that treasure!

Farina: All right, I'll bite. What's your dream, big guy?
Dart: Well, it's this...
Farina: Whoo, that smells musty... What is it?
Dart: Don't get all squeamish on me, now, girlie. It's a treasure map... It belonged to the legendary pirate king, Han Gak. If I can just decipher the riddles he used to mark the location of his buried treasure, then I should be able to find it...
Farina: So...treasure, huh? How much do you think it's worth?
Dart: Well, at least one hundred million, I'll wager...
Farina: That much, huh? ...... Wait a second!! Did you just say ONE HUNDRED MILLION--?
Dart: Whoa!
Farina: Now...is that thing for real!? You wouldn't lie about money, right!? Tell me you wouldn't!!
Dart: Now hold on, relax, just calm down... It's the real thing, I swear.
Farina: I can't believe it... I mean, just think... But wait...how would a wharf rat like you get hold of something like that?
Dart: ...Wharf rat?
Farina: Right, forget about it... But let's just say...
Dart: Yeah?
Farina: That map is probably fake, but let's just say I were to buy it from you... How would...3,000 gold sound?
Dart: You think me daft, woman?! Who would sell their dream for a few clinking coins in their pocket!? My answer is no, whatever the price.
Farina: But...it's so obviously a fake!!
Dart: What!? Open your beady little eyes and look here, missy! The pirate king signed his mark, right here!
Farina: Where? Mmm... Anyone could have written that!
Dart: Shut yer trap! Compare it to the one on this letter of his... Ha! Now, you see it, don't you!
Farina: Haha... Sucker... Thanks for the look at the map... I think I'll just go find it myself!
(Farina leaves)
Dart: Nggh! You gold-snatching witch! Well, all I have to do is decipher the riddle before she does... And I'll find that treasure first! Or my name isn't Dart!

Farina: Hey, kid! Come here!
Dart: Hm? Who are you?
Farina: I'm Farina. I just want to ask you something. How much are they paying you?
Dart: What? Why do you want to know?
Farina: Don't change the subject! Just tell me! My honor depends upon your answer!
Dart: What are you talking about? You're a real strange one, you know? I'm not being paid a single doubloon.
Farina: Are you serious!?!
Dart: Why are you so shocked? I mean, I get to travel a lot... It's not like I have to pay for anything...
Farina: Whoa... I just can't believe it... You must be the stupidest person I have ever met...
Dart: Now you watch that pretty little mouth of yours, lass, before I turn it sideways!
Farina: So I guess my 20,000 gold wage really is the highest here... Well, who should be surprised? I am quite simply the finest mercenary that money can buy...
Dart: Hah! 20,000 gold! You put your life on the line for that chump change!? Man, oh, man... Some people just go stupid for cash...
Farina: What did you just say!? Well then, what are you here for!?
Dart: Haw! You want to know? I'm here for me!! I'm a big guy, and I've got big dreams!
Farina: Yeah, I bet. You probably don't have two coppers to rub together, and here you are, talking about dreams!
Dart: What would you know about it!?

Geitz: Hey, Dart!
(Dart appears)
Geitz: About earlier... I'm sorry. I was just...trying to goad you into a fight.
Dart: ......
Geitz: You know, all this time, I've resented it. You just...you had so much when I had so little.
Dart: ......
Geitz: We first met in Badon, remember? Fargus had raided my family's boat. Dad and I... We went to get new freight and a new crew... When Dad was haggling, I saw some pirates... Compared to our ship, theirs was a total wreck... But...it looked so much better to me...
Dart: Of course it did! That ship was our pride and joy!
Geitz: Well, I never had the chance to love something like that... So I resented you... And I don't want to die feeling that way... I mean...what will I leave in this world when I die?
Dart: Bah! You daft fool! I've had nothing that you can't find! Just travel everywhere, and live like there's no tomorrow. In time, you'll find everything you need... ...So don't give up!
Geitz: ...S-Sure.
Dart: Now, let's go! Just throw yourself fully into the first thing you see!
Geitz: Yeah!
(Geitz leaves)
Dart: Geitz!
(Geitz returns)
Geitz: Hm?
Dart: When this battle is over, would you like to board our ship?
Geitz: Yeah... I would. The ocean...that's where I belong.
Dart: Aye, that's my sailor!

Geitz: I'm hungry. When's lunch? Food, food, food... Hey, pirate, go pilfer me some delicious swag from Merlinus!!
Dart: Geitz! Quit wasting my time!
Geitz: Right, right--how about fighting? Why don't you go do some fighting for me?
Dart: Who are you giving orders to, fool!? Yarr!
Geitz: Umm, to you, I guess. I've always had help around, you see... Why, even as a child, I always had Nan-Nan and Grampy to help dress me...
(Geitz staggers)
Geitz: Hey! Stop it! Dart! I was joking about the swag! Put that axe away!
Dart: ...... You know, when you left the merchants guild, I thought I might actually like to partner up with you... But you just don't change, do you? You just wander about, trying any new thing, and you never finish anything! You just keep doing that, over and over!
Geitz: ......
Dart: Geitz... What is your life about, anyway? What's the point? Go ahead and be bored all your life, just stay out of my way!
Geitz: ...Ouch. I really didn't need to hear all that...

Geitz: Bored, bored, bored... Say, you're a pirate, aren't you? Let's do something exciting!
Dart: A word of advice, friend. Never sneak up on a man unfolding a treasure map!! Or...are you offering to come with me? That's why you're here, right?
Geitz: What's that?
Dart: Pfaw! That's why you never get anything done! If you've got time to complain, then you've got time to fight!
Geitz: I have an attention span of only about half an hour. Too bad, huh? Heh, heh!
Dart: Man, are you ever useless!
(Dart leaves)
Geitz: God, this is all just so dull. Why can't something interesting happen?

Dart: Hey there you are! I forgot one!
Karel: What is it?
Dart: You know, what we were talking about? The tough guys! Well, I forgot one, but now I've remembered it!
Karel: Spit it out.
Dart: I hear about this guy wherever I go! He uses a fairy sword and cuts people in half! He leaves behind only a mountain of bodies and a sea of blood. He is the "Sword Demon," who lives only to kill! And his name is... Karel!
Karel: ...Sword Demon?
Dart: Yeah. You only hear the absolute worst things about him... Like how he single-handedly wiped out an entire army of knights! Yeah, but it's gotta be a myth... One against a thousand? That sounds like a tall tale to me, mate...
Karel: ......
Dart: How 'bout it? You're pretty good, but there's always someone better, right? Why don't you try acting all big after you've beaten him?
Karel: I apologize, but I cannot duel myself.
Dart: Hunh...? You're joking... No way... So you're the... You're THAT Karel?!
Karel: I am only one Karel, but that is my name.
Dart: Well, pucker my portside! Why didn't you say so?
Karel: You didn't ask.
Dart: So if you're Karel, then... Hey! Do you really have a thousand swords from the men you've slain?
Karel: ...What are you talking about?
Dart: Don't hide it! I heard all about it! That you laugh on the battlefield as you gather dead mens'^[sic] swords!
Karel: ...... I guess the rumors have embellished the truth...

Dart: Hey, it's you again!
Karel: ......
Dart: You wanted to know about the strongest warriors in the land, right?
Karel: I did, and still do. But those whom I have met did not strike me as being very strong at all.
Dart: Well, I remembered a bunch more. 'Cause you know, I felt like I hadn't given you your money's worth.
Karel: Out with it.
Dart: But hold on. I was hoping you could help me out, too. I am looking for a certain treasure in Elibe. If you know anything, please tell me.
Karel: I'll tell you what I know.
Dart: All right then, you've got a deal. Have you ever heard of the Princess of Swords?
Karel: No.
Dart: Really? Well, she's supposed to be gorgeous. She appears at tournaments and slices through her foes with ease. Then she just disappears. From what I've heard, she's looking for a man from her past.
Karel: Hmm...
Dart: Speaking of women, let me tell you about the Wyvern General. You know about the three Wyvern Generals in Bern, right? Well, she's a fourth, and she's mightier than the other three!
Karel: Hmm... Interesting. I will remember her.
Dart: Now it's my turn! So you've traveled all over Elibe, right? Have you ever heard of the treasure of the pirate king?
Karel: No.
(Karel leaves)
Dart: One word!? You call that an answer!?

Karel: ......
Dart: What do you want!? Are you trying to start a fight!?
Karel: You smell like...like the sea... Are you a sailor?
Dart: What's it to you? I am Dart, feared member of Fargus's pirate crews! Know my name, and fear my blade, mate!
Karel: ...... I just wanted to ask you one thing.
Dart: Huh? I thought you wanted to fight...
Karel: Tell me... Who is the strongest warrior on Elibe?
Dart: That's easy! You'll find no one tougher than Fargus's pirates!
Karel: At sea, perhaps. But who is the strongest on land?
Dart: Hey! I don't much like the tone of your voice! But fine, I'll tell you. If you can afford it...
Karel: Take what you want...
Dart: Ha! Woo-hoo! Well, well, I'm starting to like you more already! Now then, let's see... I've heard rumors in many a port town. You'll have to confirm them yourself.
Karel: Spit it out.
Dart: Well, it's like this... Out on the Western Isles, there's a stone giant that men call Kelles. He's thrice the size of the tallest man, and he can swallow you whole, from your head to your--
Karel: He's dead.
Dart: Huh? Really?
Karel: Yeah.
Dart: ...Seems like I heard about him only recently. You must get news quickly.
Karel: ...Next.
Dart: Wait...I just remembered... There's a mage in Ilia who has the power to freeze your blood in its veins. He found an ancient ice tome that--
Karel: Yeah, he's dead, too. About a month ago.
Dart: I... Well, that's... Are you serious? How could you know that?
Karel: ...Next.

Dart: Ho, Rebecca!
Rebecca: Ah! Dart!!
Dart: Here.
Rebecca: Ooooh! What a pretty shell! Is it for me?
Dart: Yeah. Thanks for the food earlier.
Rebecca: Well, it's awfully nice of you, but didn't you say we were even back there?
Dart: Uhh... I didn't think you'd remember that part.
Rebecca: HeeHee. Don't look so frumpy! Thank you! I will treasure it!
Dart: Er, yeah.
Rebecca: ......
Dart: What's the matter?
Rebecca: I know I shouldn't keep saying this, but... Dart... You just look so much like my brother...
Dart: Is that so? Well, who knows. Maybe I am.
Rebecca: What!?
Dart: I don't have any memories of my life more 'n five years back... Fargus found me, bloody and limp on a pier, and I didn't know who I was... I'm thinkin' I must have leaked more 'n just blood out of my ears, you know? Now I don't remember nothin'!
Rebecca: My brother left home... ...Exactly... Five years...ago...
Dart: It's just strange luck, that. Unless...there's more to it.
Rebecca: Well, he did have a scar on his right side, on his abdomen...from when he was gored by a stag in the forests of Pherae! Do you have a scar like that?
Dart: Abdomen... That's over here, eh? And me right... That's starboard, innit?
Rebecca: Amazing... You really are...
Dart: ...Hey. Is this for real?
Rebecca: Ah...
Dart: Look, it's nothin' personal-like. I just want to be sure. I mean, I'd be glad to think you were my sister, but...I'd hate to find out I was wrong later, you know?
Rebecca: Dart...
Dart: Aww, blow me down... Just call me Brother... Either way, I'll go back to me ship when this battle ends...so why don't we both just play along for a little while... Right?
Rebecca: Uh, um...sure. I guess...that would be... Yeah! Big brother Dart!
Dart: Not...Dan?
Rebecca: No, I'll just call you "Brother Dart." You might not be Dan anymore, but you're definitely my brother! I'm sure of it...
Dart: Rebecca...

Rebecca: Umm...Dart!
Dart: Hm? What, you again?
Rebecca: My name is Rebecca. I wanted to apologize for earlier...
Dart: Apologize?
Rebecca: For...being afraid of you... I'm sorry.
Dart: Don't worry about it. That is to say, it's a rare woman that don't fear pirates.
Rebecca: I suppose so... But I'm still sorry.
Dart: I said it's fine. ...Urp. Oog... The beast in my belly is growling again...
Rebecca: Oh! Here. Have this!
Dart: What's in here?
Rebecca: It's a special lunch I make. Fresh fruit, roasted fowl, herbed bread, and...
Dart: Urp...
Rebecca: Here you go.
Dart: Uhh, all right, then. So now we're even? Is that fair?
Rebecca: Sure!

Rebecca: Brother?
(Dart appears)
Dart: Huh? Are you talking to me?
Rebecca: Oh, uhh...
Dart: Ah, a case of mistaken identity? Forget it. No bother. Now get lost.
Rebecca: I'm sorry... From behind, you look just like my brother who ran away from home.
Dart: ...What was his name?
Rebecca: Dan... His name was Dan.
Dart: Hmm... Don't know him.
Rebecca: What is your name?
Dart: I'm Dart! Mate on the Davros, vessel of the feared pirates of Fargus!!
Rebecca: P-Pirates!?
Dart: ...Hey, now that's the reaction I like to see!! You don't just go walking up to any man you see and take his arm, missie!
Rebecca: ...Dart...

Dart: ...Now I've found you, you stinking bow-plucker!
Wil: Whoa! Look! Behind you!
Dart: What!?
Wil: Are you OK?
Dart: You idiot! On your right!
Wil: Whoa! ...Phew. That was close! Thanks. You're Dart, right?
Dart: Snrk! I wasn't trying to help you, squid-bait! Just forget about it... But wait...you did save me first... So think of it as payback!
Wil: ...Hmmm.
Dart: What!?
Wil: You know, Dart, you really do look like Dan. It's just so hard to imagine you're not him...
Dart: Not that again! Who is this guy!? Who is Dan!?
Wil: Dan was my childhood fr... He was my best friend... We left home together five years ago, but it didn't go too well. Last time I saw him was back in Badon...
Dart: Five years ago? In Badon, you say...
Wil: That's right.
Dart: ... Naw...couldn't be...
Wil: What? Do you know something?
Dart: ...Well, about five years ago, Fargus pulled into port at Badon, and a young man had collapsed on the pier... He was bleeding pretty badly... They say it was a miracle he lived at all.
Wil: What!!
Dart: Everyone in town just pretended not to notice... And no wonder... That day was a holy day for Elimine's flock. They were forbidden any contact with blood... And the sailors... Well, you know how superstitious they are... That man lay there, half alive, for six hours...
Wil: That's terrible...
Dart: Then the taboo lifted, and someone picked him up, just in time... ...It was the leader of the pirates that work out of Badon. Well, that young man recovered, but as if in exchange for his life, he had lost all of his memories...
Wil: Dart, you don't think...
Dart: I don't know, I don't know... ...It's just a story I've heard around...

Dart: I've finally found you, you cad! Today is the last day of your life! Prepare yourself!
Wil: Dan! I mean...not Dan... Pirate guy! Da-... Da-... Dark!
Dart: It's Dart, you idiot!
Wil: Yeah, right. So, um...what do you want with me?
Dart: Well, I kind of owe you one from earlier... Or maybe a few... Yeah, I owe you a few whacks with this here axe!!
Wil: A few whacks, huh... I'll, uhh, pass.
Dart: Who asked you, chum-for-brains? These people are driving me nuts!
Wil: Look out! An enemy! Look, I'm kind of busy right now. Maybe next time, eh, Darth?
(Wil leaves)
Dart: Hold on! It's Dart, you ignorant toad! Yarr! Come back here!

Dart: So! Who's next? Come on! Attack me!
(Wil appears)
Wil: Huh?
Dart: Wha--! ...Oh. You're on our side, right? You've got a sort of slack-jawed look about you...
Wil: Dan?! Hey, you're Dan, aren't you? Wow, how have you been? And hey! What are you doing here, anyway?
Dart: What's it to you!? The name's Dart, and I'm a mate in Fargus's pirate crew!
Wil: You're...Dan, right?
Dart: Uhh, no.
Wil: Yes, you are!
Dart: No, I'm not!
Wil: Hmm... Are you sure you're not Dan?
Dart: Will you knock it off?!
Wil: Fine, just say you're not Dan... I can take a hint... It was just an honest mistake, you know! Man...!
(Wil leaves)
Dart: ...... What was that about!? And who did he think he was messing with, anyway? I'd run him through as soon as look at 'im!

Farina: So, Dorcas? Have you scrounged enough coin for your woman yet?
Dorcas: Not enough... Not yet. But I save what I can...
Farina: Right... Say, Dorcas, maybe you should add this to your purse.
Dorcas: But this is...
Farina: Yeah, I'm sure it looks like a lot of money to you. You should be able to pay for that cure now...
Dorcas: But...
Farina: Just take it. It's nothing to me. Remember, I'm making 20,000 for this job alone!
Dorcas: I-I... I am in your debt...
Farina: Forget it. Making money is important, but it does no one any good if you get killed in the process.
Dorcas: Aah. Thank you... Someday, Natalie and I will be able to repay you...
Farina: No, I told you to forget it.
Dorcas: You will get it back and more...
Farina: Oh? More? Well, in that case, see that you don't die until I do!

Dorcas: Hey, hold on there.
Farina: Well, if it isn't my underpaid mercenary friend, Dorcas! Did you need something from your better-paid peer?
Dorcas: ...Tell me. What can I do to make money like you?
Farina: Ha ha ha! No offense, but I don't think you've got what it takes!
Dorcas: I make do with what I can get. I need to earn more, though...for my wife.
Farina: Oh, wait. I've heard about you... Your wife is sick, isn't she?
Dorcas: Yes... Her legs...don't work..^[sic] I hope someday...she will walk again.
Farina: Yeah, I heard about that. All right, I'll give you a little advice then. Just for your wife, see. I don't usually do this...
Dorcas: I... Thank you.
Farina: First, you have to know what makes for a good mark. There are two kinds of people: rich ones and poor ones. Got it so far?
Dorcas: ...That's easy enough...
Farina: Now, the thing about the rich ones is that... Dorcas! Write this down! I'll only say it once!
Dorcas: O-OK...

Farina: Hey, you there!
Dorcas: What is it?
Farina: I am Farina. I am the pegasus knight Hector hired.
Dorcas: I'm Dorcas. Eliwood hired me, too.
Farina: For how much?
Dorcas: 2,000. In advance.
Farina: Oh, I see. Is that right? Well...2,000 gold. That's quite a sum. By the way, my retainer is 20,000 gold pieces.
Dorcas: What!? 20,000 gold!?
Farina: Ha. I win! Well...see you later. My, my, my... That sure felt nice!

Geitz: Hey, Dorcas.
Dorcas: Geitz... About our talk earlier... I'm sorry. You saved me from a difficult situation.
Geitz: Don't worry, big guy. I was just in the neighborhood. Plus, I don't want to see anyone die who wants so much to live. There's someone waiting for you. You've gotta stay alive for her, right?
Dorcas: Yes...right. ...Geitz. The meaning of your life... Have you found it?
Geitz: Hm? Well... To be honest, I'm not sure. But things are pretty good right now. It feels good to fight...for something.
Dorcas: Yeah...
Geitz: Let's go, Dorcas. We've gotta work for that money!
Dorcas: Yeah.

Dorcas: ...Geitz.
Geitz: Hm? Ah, Dorcas. What is it?
Dorcas: I realized something, watching you fight. You really go all out. As if you don't care if you live or die.
Geitz: Well... You noticed well. That is entirely true. To be honest, I don't know why. Perhaps I still seek the meaning of my own life.
Dorcas: The meaning...of life?
Geitz: Yeah. Why was I born? What am I doing here? Is there somewhere in this world I actually belong? That kind of thing. Have you never wondered about that?
Dorcas: Hmm... It must be nice to be able to worry about such things.
Geitz: Nice?
Dorcas: I don't have the freedom to worry about such abstract concerns. Only work and survival matter.
Geitz: Maybe so. Yeah, maybe you're right. I was born into a rich family, I'm smart, and I'm strong. The wheel of fate spins for us all, and I received more than my share of fortune's graces.
Dorcas: ......
Geitz: What. Did you have something to add?
Dorcas: ...No, not really.
Geitz: But I'm empty, you see. I don't have a purpose, like you do. But I know that it's a luxury to worry about it...

Geitz: Hey, you. Can I ask you something?
Dorcas: ...? Who are you?
Geitz: Hmm? Oh, yeah. I'm Geitz. Nice to meetcha...
Dorcas: ...Dorcas.
Geitz: So why are you fighting here?
Dorcas: ...Money.
Geitz: Money, huh? Well, that's a fine reason.
Dorcas: ...What are you trying to say?
Geitz: Well, it's just that I've seen you fight. You're pretty ruthless out there. It's like you'll attack anything that moves, and you only worry about your own neck. I was...impressed, that's all.
Dorcas: I...must return home alive. My family is waiting for me...
Geitz: Ahh... I see. Then I am...jealous...

Dorcas: ......
Oswin: Ah, my good man. Have you reconsidered my proposition?
Dorcas: Oswin... Why did you...become a knight?
Oswin: Why, to protect good Ostia in this armor, of course! This cold steel protects not only my body, you know. It also protects my lord and my people! I became a knight to act as the very wall that protects our families.
Dorcas: I see...
Oswin: And so...
Dorcas: No... Forgive me, but I must decline. I respect your choice in life. But I fight to protect only one, not many. I do this for my wife, waiting for me in Pherae.
Oswin: I understand... You are her knight then, my good man. That is our loss, but the choice you make is solid. Well then, shall we be going? For those protected ones we hold dear!
Dorcas: On we go.

Oswin: We Ostian knights are the strongest in the realm. We are the true reason that Castle Ostia is said to be impregnable! We may not be fleet of foot, but we will best any man on the field!
Dorcas: I hear what you are saying, but... Knights must be of noble blood, must they not?
Oswin: Rubbish, my good man. Even I am a commoner by birth.
Dorcas: Really?
Oswin: We take any good man... If he has value, that is. Rich or poor.
Dorcas: ...... Is this true?
Oswin: Yes, but only the best soldiers become knights. And the training is long and hard indeed. But you seem to be sound of spirit as well. Why, it's as if you were born to become a knight!
Dorcas: ...Please. Let me think it over...

Oswin: Oh, and you are...
Dorcas: ...Dorcas. I was hired by Eliwood.
Oswin: I am Oswin, knight of Ostia. Hmm... You are a well-built young man.
Dorcas: ...Excuse me?
Oswin: These days, I see nothing but tiny men made of straw. Why, with a suit of armor on, they wouldn't be able to move! But you, sir... You would make a fine knight.
Dorcas: What do you mean?
Oswin: Have you considered joining the Ostian knights? We need men like you. Soldiers. Warriors.
Dorcas: ...Sorry, but that's not my style.
Oswin: Now, just listen to what I've got to say first... Wouldn't you like to wear mail like this, the proud symbol of our order?
Dorcas: ...Not really.

Vaida: ......
(Dorcas arrives)
Dorcas: ...? You...?
Vaida: Yeah? What are you gawking at!? Are you looking for a beating?
Dorcas: ...... A "pure girl who is true to her ideals"... Surely it can't be her...
Vaida: Huh? What are you mumbling, ape?
Dorcas: ...Nothing. I beg your pardon.
(Dorcas leaves)
Vaida: Hold there!
(Dorcas returns)
Dorcas: What is it?
Vaida: ...... A scoundrel with a girl in every village... Surely it can't be him...
Dorcas: Did you say something?
Vaida: No. Mind your business.
Dorcas: Ah. Fine then. So I failed again...
(Dorcas leaves)
Vaida: When is that useless man going to arrive!?

Vaida: What is this!? Some cruel game? Who do they think they're toying with!? Bah... It was that Eliwood who sent me here! To meet his pal, Dorcas... The one with the pretty little thing fretting at home. So why'd he leave her, the big oaf! If I know men, it's because he's another scoundrel. I bet he's got a girl in every village this side of the mountains! Well, he's no hero at all, in my book! ...Where are they?! Grarr! I give up! What good are these useless man-heroes?!
(Vaida leaves; Dorcas arrives)
Dorcas: ...Not again! But I checked the place and time... Vaida was supposed to be here... The one who betrayed Bern for Prince Zephiel... She would give anything to discharge her duty to him. They say she is pure, but a bit too idealistic. Ideals... Ha!! She must be young. Well, she's nowhere to be seen. Very well. Then I will return. I hope that young girl is staying out of danger...

Vaida: Hm? What's this? No one here? I thought I was supposed to meet someone here! Those blasted kids from Lycia. They sent me to the wrong place! Well, no matter. I'll show those brats. Bloody moppets!
(Vaida leaves; Dorcas arrives)
Dorcas: ...No one's here. I thought I was supposed to meet up with someone. Oh, well... I'm better off on my own anyhow.

Eliwood: Fiora.
Fiora: Yes, Lord Eliwood?
Eliwood: I had a thought while watching you fight. I feared you may be working too hard. Resting is as important as fighting, remember.
Fiora: Thank you, my lord. But... I am a pegasus knight of Ilia. When I think of the people of my homeland, I cannot but fight harder.
Eliwood: Still...
Fiora: My performance here reflects on all the knights of Ilia. The more tasks I complete, the bigger the reward I bring home, and the happier my people may live.
Eliwood: What about your happiness?
Fiora: What?
Eliwood: I know your homeland of Ilia is a poor land. And I know thoughts of your sister weigh heavily in your mind. But do not forget you have a right to happiness, too. Were you to become a sacrifice for your country...that would not do. No one would be happy, then.
Fiora: Lord Eliwood...
Eliwood: Forgive me, perhaps it is not my place. Still, watching you... I felt I had to say something. For someone as talented as yourself not to find happiness... Well, that would be the greatest tragedy of all.
Fiora: ... ... I must admit... That is the first time anyone has ever said something like that to me. ... ...
Eliwood: ... ...
Fiora: But...let us not linger here overlong.
Eliwood: Yes... Yes, of course.
Fiora: I beg your leave.
(Fiora leaves)
Eliwood: Ah, wait a moment. Fiora!
(Fiora returns)
Fiora: Yes?
Eliwood: I would like you to stay nearby, by my side. So that I can... So that I may protect you.
Fiora: Lord Eliwood... Yes, I... I understand.

Eliwood: Fiora, tell me... You are Florina's elder sister, are you not?
Fiora: I am. She is a shy girl, always aware of other people's eyes. When she went off for her apprenticeship I worried and worried.
Eliwood: You are a good sister.
Fiora: I wish that were so.
Eliwood: You are both knights, yes? That's rare in Lycia.
Fiora: Yes, as children we decided that we would become pegasus knights. I did not want to send my own child sister to war... But Ilia offered few options other than the mercenary way.
Eliwood: I see. My father once told me of your homeland, long ago. The ground of Ilia is covered year-round in the whitest snow, he said, and it is a harsh life for the people who live there. Yet because many Ilians turn to being mercenaries, they are looked down upon--without reason--by other lands.
Fiora: Yes... But there is nothing to be done about it. No matter how many tears we shed, the snow will not melt. Better to fight for my homeland and win honor that way, as a member of the pegasus knights of Ilia.
Eliwood: Fiora, I can tell you have a strong sense of responsibility. But do not be too hard on yourself. Should you overwork yourself and fall, you will end up with nothing.
Fiora: Yes... I would say the same to you, Lord Eliwood.

Eliwood: So, Fiora, have you gotten used to being in our ranks?
Fiora: Yes. Thank you, my lord. We mercenaries are quick to adapt to new commands.
Eliwood: Yes, you are of the pegasus knights of Ilia, are you not? Seeing the way you fight, I can imagine their quality.
Fiora: Your praise is an honor. I will do my best not to betray your trust in my skills.
Eliwood: Please, don't worry about formalities with me. We are equals, fighting together for a common cause.
Fiora: Equals... But, my lord...
Eliwood: I like to think of everyone in this troop as a friend, regardless of standing, gender, or age. All are friends, and all are irreplaceable.
Fiora: ... ...
Eliwood: You seem surprised. "There goes another naive lordling with his head in the clouds..." Something like that?
Fiora: No, never! But...I didn't imagine that a lordling of Lycia could think that way for long.
Eliwood: You speak the truth, of course. But what I said was no lie.
Fiora: Lord Eliwood! I... You see, I... Speaking personally, I like that way of thinking...I just do not believe it possible.
Eliwood: I'll take that as a compliment.

Eliwood: Harken.
Harken: Lord Eliwood!
Eliwood: I must apologize... My selfishness has caused you much worry, I know.
Harken: No, nothing of the sort!
Eliwood: I thought a great deal about what you said. Harken, I am not entirely unable to understand your feelings. I know I have told you that my father's death was not your fault. Yet I know my words cannot change your heart. I...understand what you mean, how it would feel if you could not protect me either.
Harken: ... ....
Eliwood: But I have a goal to accomplish. I cannot look away from that. ...Nor is it something I can accomplish should I die. So, I will not. I cannot die. I will live, complete my mission, and return to my mother's side.
Harken: Yes. That is why you must leave the fighting--
Eliwood: The same goes for you, too, Harken.
Harken: My lord?
Eliwood: You are here to protect me, yes? You must not go so far that you fall and cannot complete your mission. I need you to live to the end, to help me on my path.
Harken: Lord Eliwood...
Eliwood: We will live, the both of us, and return to Pherae. Anything less would risk my mother's displeasure! And...my father's.
Harken: My lord! I... I understand!

Harken: Lord Eliwood.
Eliwood: Ah, Harken.
Harken: I hate to seem imposing, but I must ask you again, please, your safety is of utmost importance. If you would just refrain from combat and leave the fighting to me...
Eliwood: I thank you, Harken, but still... I have my reasons why I must fight. Until I finish what I have set out to do on my journey, I cannot think of escaping, or avoiding my enemies in any way.
Harken: Lord Eliwood, please...
Eliwood: Should something indeed befall me, look to my mother. She will be alone. You and the people of Pherae must support her.
Harken: I...am sorry. But that I cannot promise.
Eliwood: Harken?
Harken: I could not protect Lord Elbert... Were I to lose Lord Eliwood as well, what right would I have ever to appear before your lady mother again? Should I lose you, I am prepared to lose myself in turn.
Eliwood: Harken!
Harken: You must understand, Lord Eliwood. Your life is precious to all of us. It is more valuable by far than even our own lives.
Eliwood: Harken...

Harken: Lord Eliwood.
Eliwood: Ah, Harken. How may I help you?
Harken: Please, allow me to speak frankly. Might you allow the fighting to be left in our hands from here out?
Eliwood: Harken?
Harken: Lord Eliwood, you are the heart of our army. When I imagine the worst that might happen, I think it wiser for you to remain at the rear of our forces.
Eliwood: You worry overmuch, Harken. I will be fine. Though...I am inexperienced in battle, this is true. And I apologize for giving you cause to worry. Still...
Harken: No, I did not mean to suggest that anyone doubts your prowess. Indeed, your arm in battle has improved by leaps and bounds since Pherae. I believe you are an equal to even your father, Lord Elbert, now. Yet...still, we are concerned. I ask at least that you do not take any unnecessary risks.

Eliwood: Hector, you still remember that time?
Hector: What time?
Eliwood: You know, what was it--ten years ago? When the lords of Lycia held the oath rites, back in Ostia? "Should one land of Lycia be attacked, all will fight as one..." Remember? While our parents were off pledging their oaths, we kids were in that one room.
Hector: Yeah, I remember. We had to act in a manner befitting the children of nobility, or some such nonsense. I just remember being stuck in there, having to sit in that chair talking to whoever was next to me. Course, wouldn't you know that Erik of Laus was on my right? Man, I heard more than enough sweet talk from that one!
Eliwood: Right, right. That was the first time any of us met, after all. He had no idea who you were--he just wanted to get in favor with a lordling of Lycia.
Hector: Aye, he was all mouth anyway. Saying things like "let us join forces for the good of Lycia," and such...then running when things turned sour.
Eliwood: Aw, don't be too hard on him. When he^[sic] jumped up, yelling about us swearing our own oaths, then cut his^[sic] hand like that... No one else knew what to do, either.
Hector: Well, everyone's heard the stories. They all know it's the warriors' custom. Each cuts his own hand, then shakes hands with his brothers... What man wouldn't want to do that? Only one had the guts to meet him^[sic], though.
Eliwood: ...You know, back then, I'm proud I took your hand. We are friends, sharing a life-dream now, an ambition. When one is in danger, the other risks his life to protect him... That's why you came, isn't it? Because you remembered?
Hector: Heh. I've got no plans to break my oath. Not now, not ever.
Eliwood: Likewise.
Hector: Well, then let's live long and in health! I don't want to hear any excuses about not being able to come help when we're old men.
Eliwood: It's a deal. ...Stay alive, Hector.
Hector: Deal. And don't you go dying before me, either. I'd never forgive you.

Eliwood: Something wrong, Hector? Was that a yawn I saw? Not the best battlefield manners.
Hector: Ah... It's nothing. Just, my dreams lately...
Eliwood: Dreams? What kind of dreams?
Hector: Laugh, and I'll kill you.
Eliwood: ...All right.
Hector: There was this man--a giant with a great beard--carrying a girl on his shoulders. The girl called to him "Father," and she was smiling, happy. Then the father said to her, "Yes, my beloved daughter?" That's all, really. But it felt as though... It felt like a long-past memory. The man looked a bit like my own father, I suppose. But who is the little girl? Aye, she was a cute one.
Eliwood: What color was her hair?
Hector: Huh. Blue.
Eliwood: And the man's hair? His moustache?
Hector: His were bluish, too.
Eliwood: Then it is a vision of your own future! A great moustache, eh? Ah hah hah!
Hector: Grr... You laughed! Hm. If that is my future I'm not sure I like it.
Eliwood: Why not?
Hector: The girl that would be my daughter... She gets taken away by this boy that appears later. ...A boy with red hair! Yes, it was red, I'm sure of it.
Eliwood: Don't get ahead of yourself! There are plenty of people with red hair...
Hector: Quiet! Now I'm sure--the boy was a Pheraen. No matter how close we may be, I'll not--I'll not give up my daughter!
Eliwood: Hector! Let's hope your dream doesn't come true, eh? For my sake.

Hector: Ah, Eliwood! It's good to see you're still well!
Eliwood: Hm. You expected otherwise?
Hector: No, of course not. I knew you'd be fine.
(Hector leaves)
Eliwood: Hector, wait for a moment. What did you want?
(Hector returns)
Hector: Nothing. It's enough to see that you live and are still fighting. Just wanted to make sure you weren't overdoing it with me not around.
Eliwood: I should say the same to you.
Hector: Me? Don't worry about me. I'm fine. I'm built tough, you know. A little too much is just enough for me. But you, you've never been a hardy one, Eliwood. Nor are you used to travel. Go on too long, and you'll collapse.
Eliwood: We're all weaklings compared to you, Hector. ...Thankfully, wars are not won by strength alone, eh? We've been sparring once every two months since we were twelve, and of 30 matches, 14 I won, 12 I lost, and 4 were draws.
Hector: Erh? I think not! I recall 31 matches--an even 13-13 split, with 5 draws!
Eliwood: Yes, well, you recall wrong. I'm in the right.
Hector: Hmph. And what makes you so certain?
Eliwood: Whose snoring was it that shook the rafters in numbers class?
Hector: Ah, good point.
Eliwood: ...Still, I'm touched you were worried about me. Now, back to the fray!
(Eliwood leaves)
Hector: Hey, wait! ...Blast.

Eliwood: Lowen.
Lowen: Ah! Lord Eliwood! How are you today? Have you properly broken your fast?
Eliwood: ...Yes, quite.
Lowen: Indeed! That is good to hear!
Eliwood: Lowen, I've been meaning to ask you...
Lowen: How was it--the taste, I mean? I was rather proud of my work today, I must admit.
Eliwood: Er... Wait a moment-- The food I'm eating... You've been preparing it?
Lowen: Why, yes!
Eliwood: You...an esquire... Why?
Lowen: My father was the chef to the previous marquess of Pherae... In other words, Lord Eliwood, he cooked for your grandfather. Until he threw out his back, that is... Your father, too, acquired a taste for his cooking, you see. So whenever I had the pleasure of joining him on his tours of the domain, I always took it upon myself to prepare his every meal!
Eliwood: Oh, I get it now...
Lowen: I am afraid I do not know your tastes, Lord Eliwood. Everything I have made on this trip, has been things your lord father, Elbert, favored. I do hope you find them suitable to your palate?
Eliwood: For an esquire such as yourself to cook... With your patrol and watch duties, where do you find the time? I mean, you really don't have to...
Lowen: Ever since Lord Elbert went missing... Lord Eliwood's meals have grown smaller. You don't eat! The Lady Eleanora and General Marcus have been quite concerned. Yet when you left on your journey, and I began to cook for you, we found you would eat more... I've been cooking ever since.
Eliwood: Lowen... I had no idea!
Lowen: Please, don't think of it. Seeing Lord Eliwood healthy brings us much joy.
Eliwood: Thank you. I will do my best to clean my plate henceforth, hungry or not! I meant to tell you, the food has been quite delicious.
Lowen: Thank you, my lord!

Eliwood: Lowen! How do you feel?
Lowen: Ah, Lord Eliwood! How embarrassed I am, to faint before you like that...
Eliwood: It's really no matter...but may I ask you something?
Lowen: Yes! Your will is my command!
Eliwood: When you collapsed then... Was it really because you hadn't eaten breakfast?
Lowen: Yes, of course!
Eliwood: Hmm...I see.
Lowen: What!? Do you mean to say, Lord Eliwood, that you never collapse?
Eliwood: Not just from missing a meal or two, no.
Lowen: Truly!? How very odd!
Eliwood: ... ....
Lowen: Is something wrong, Lord Eliwood?
Eliwood: ...Just a passing faintness.
Lowen: Lord Eliwood! Perhaps...
Eliwood: Yes?
Lowen: Perhaps you did not eat your breakfast? Ayaa! And after I had given you such thorough warning! Wait right there! I will bring you something!
(Lowen leaves)
Eliwood: Lowen, wait! ... ... Hmm... I'd best warn Marcus.

Lowen: Lord Eliwood! Please, forgive me!
Eliwood: What? What is it, Lowen?
Lowen: You must forgive me! I... I had no intention... I am sorry! Ohh... Were General Marcus to find out... I'm finished! Through!
Eliwood: Lowen? Perhaps you could tell me what happened?
Lowen: Yes...Yes, my lord. ... ... It is that...uh... This morning, you see... Did... Did you eat breakfast, my lord?
Eliwood: Breakfast?
Lowen: As I thought! You haven't had breakfast, have you!?
Eliwood: Ah...um, yes, now that you mention it. I was busy. I must have forgotten.
Lowen: I knew it! It is my fault--I overslept! And now Lord Eliwood has gone without breakfast!
Eliwood: L-Lowen, please. Missing one meal is not such a big affair...
Lowen: Oh, but it is! This is a most unforgivable oversight! "If the stomach is empty, empty, too, lies the heart." You know the proverb!
Eliwood: Actually, that's the first time I ever heard that one.
Lowen: Then you must remember it from henceforth! "If the stomach is empty, empty, too, lies the heart." Remember?
Eliwood: Um, yes.
Lowen: Good! Then, I shall bring something for you to eat forthwith! ... ...
Eliwood: Lowen?
(Lowen leaves)
Eliwood: What's wrong, Lowen! Lowen...! Lowen!

Lyn: Say, Eliwood.
Eliwood: Ah, Lyndis! You've gotten much better since our last match. I'll have to do my best not to fall behind!
Lyn: Yes, well...about sparring... I was wondering if you might not teach me something else?
Eliwood: Something else?
Lyn: Yes, well, you know! Even if you can't teach me about being a lady, there is much to learn...
Eliwood: Manners and such? That is fine by me, but I think you're worrying too much. You should relax, take it in stride.
Lyn: Yes, but I have so far to go! I'm not like a lady at all. My grandfather took me in, a mixed-blood child, but I fear the other nobles of Lycia will not be so accepting. I do not want the Sacae blood in my veins to bring my grandfather shame.
Eliwood: Hmph. You sound shy-- Nothing like the Lyndis I know!
Lyn: What?
Eliwood: When I first saw you in Khathelet, I thought, what strength she has in her eyes, that woman. I seem to remember, Lyndis, back then, you didn't know what to think about your noble Lycian blood, but the Sacae blood in you...for that you had nothing but the purest pride. Remember how you felt. You don't have to be like anyone else, Lyndis.
Lyn: ... ... Yes...you're right. I guess... I guess I lost myself. Thank you, Eliwood. I feel better, somewhat.
Eliwood: No need to thank me.
Lyn: When I was on the plains, I used to despise the nobility. But I've changed. I think it happened a year ago, when I met you. You... You believed in me. You helped me.
Eliwood: Hey, I wouldn't have made it this far without your help, too. You are my good friend. This is what friends do! Now, shall we?
Lyn: Let's go!

Lyn: Eliwood, you're well informed about the other lords of Lycia, are you not? Are there any lordlings close to my age, besides you and Hector?
Eliwood: Of course. There's quite a few.
Lyn: Then, some are women, I take it? If they enjoyed swordplay as much as I do, we'd become fast friends. What do you think? Know anyone?
Eliwood: Hmm... Let me see...
Lyn: Someone skilled in the spear, or axe, or bow would be fine, too, of course.
Eliwood: I don't know any ladies skilled in the martial arts. Most of them never leave the castle, for that matter. The only time I see them are at the banquets and such.
Lyn: Banquets... I see. Those are no place for someone from the plains, like me. Oh well... Chancellor Reissmann tells me I need to learn manners. I have to attend all these affairs in place of my ill grandfather, you see. The chancellor doesn't think I act enough like a lady of Caelin. That's why I was hoping to find a lady that could teach me.
Eliwood: You've got your work cut out for you.
Lyn: Say, could you teach me, Eliwood? Teach me how to act like a lady!
Eliwood: You think I know!?
Lyn: ...No, I guess you wouldn't. Ahhh... My grandfather must be vexed to have me as a grandchild. My late mother was gentle, well mannered, and beautiful...
Eliwood: Well, you're beautiful, Lyndis.
Lyn: Wha--? E-Eliwood! What did you--?
Eliwood: Yeah, when we were sparring this last time, I was thinking... The way you move, so like the wind. It was like watching a beautiful dance.
Lyn: Oh! My swordplay is beautiful... Right, you have leave to say that.

Lyn: Eliwood!
Eliwood: Lyndis? Something the matter?
Lyn: I was watching your swordplay just now. You're quite good. I had no idea you could handle a sword so well.
Eliwood: I've had my share of practice. Just...I'm not sure how well it will serve me in real battle.
Lyn: Where did you learn that style?
Eliwood: My father taught me the basics. Then, I received some instruction from Marcus. I spar once every two months with Hector, too.
Lyn: Sparring, huh? Interested in a new partner?
Eliwood: Who, you? I don't have a problem with that.
Lyn: Just so long as you don't go easy on me. I'm very serious when I spar. Wouldn't want you to get hurt.
Eliwood: Of course, I understand. I'll be ready.

Marcus: Lord Eliwood!
Eliwood: Marcus! It is good to see you are well--
Marcus: ...ung...
Eliwood: M-Marcus!? What is wrong!
Marcus: To concern yourself with a mere retainer in the midst of battle... Even in such a horrid conflict as this one, still you have lost none of your heart, Lord Eliwood.
Eliwood: Your sentiments could make a mourner smile, Marcus!
Marcus: Take care of your heart, Lord Eliwood. You will need it to lead your people upon your return to Pherae.
Eliwood: Yes... Let us all return to Pherae together. For that alone, we must win this battle. Should we fall on the road, my dear mother's heart would never mend.
Marcus: Do not worry, my young lord. I, Marcus, will defend you. I have sworn that Lord Eliwood will return safely to Pherae. And return you shall, to find a lovely, kind wife to lead with you. Then you will follow in Lord Elbert's footsteps. Then, when your child is grown and ready to go off to battle, I, Marcus, will be there to accompany and protect him!
Eliwood: Marcus... I know no knight of Pherae more worthy of the title than you. I thank you, as does my future son.
Marcus: It occurs to me... When Lord Elbert became engaged to the Lady Eleanora... Why he was the same age you are now, Lord Eliwood. As a faithful retainer of Pherae, I must make haste to find you a suitable wife!
Eliwood: M-Marcus!

Marcus: Lord Eliwood...
Eliwood: Marcus?
Marcus: I have been watching you progress on your journey...
Eliwood: What is it? There's no need for formalities with me.
Marcus: Ah, it's just, I was thinking how much you've grown... Even on this journey, seeing you go off to battle, brave and strong. You have much of your father's presence.
Eliwood: You think so?
Marcus: I do. Mine eyes fill with tears of joy, truly...
Eliwood: There you go with the poetry again, Marcus. ...That reminds me of something my father once spoke of. Marcus, you went into battle by my father's side when he was young?
Marcus: Indeed. I was just a page at the time. But under Lord Elbert's command I swung my spear as best I could.
Eliwood: And you fight by my side on this, my journey, as well.
Marcus: I made a promise to Lord Elbert. I swore to protect the lord Eliwood until his return. Knights of Pherae always carry out their orders, you see.
Eliwood: And Pherae owes its very existence to you, Marcus. Thank you.
Marcus: Thanks are wasted on me. I merely do my duty.

Marcus: Lord Eliwood! You are not hurt?
Eliwood: Marcus? Thanks, I'm fine.
Marcus: Perhaps it is not my place... But, Lord Eliwood, you should stay out of combat, I think. Let me deal with the enemy! You can join me, Lord Eliwood, and thus travel in safety...
Eliwood: I'm afraid that cannot be. This is my journey to make. It is my responsibility.
Marcus: Lord Eliwood! Well, I cannot say that I am not impressed by your strength. You have truly grown, and for that, I am joyful.
Eliwood: Ah, Marcus, your sentiments are always larger than life.
Marcus: But it does make me lonely, you know. When you were born, Lord Eliwood... Why, I had just received the honor of knighthood. When you were little, oh, how you would follow me everywhere!
Eliwood: Stop it, you embarrass me, good friend.

Eliwood: Ninian.
Ninian: ... Lord Eliwood.
Eliwood: I finally caught up with you. What's wrong, Ninian? Why the long face?
Ninian: Please, do not worry on my account. I... I am not worthy-- I am not even worthy to stand in your sight, Lord Eliwood. I have been deceiving you.
Eliwood: Yes, as you were saying before. Ninian... You have been keeping some secret from us?
Ninian: Yes...
Eliwood: But...you can't tell me what it is. Am I right?
Ninian: ...Yes.
Eliwood: Very well.
Ninian: What...?
Eliwood: If it is too hard for you to talk about, I will not force you. Just...if you ever feel able, tell me then.
Ninian: But...I have been false... I have lied to you and the others.
Eliwood: Ninian, I love you. That will not change, no matter what may come.
Ninian: Lord Eliwood...
Eliwood: I don't care what your secret is--I will still feel the same. If something troubles you, let me sweep it away. Please, don't cry anymore. I would do anything to see you smile again. You are the first woman I have ever felt this way about, Ninian.
Ninian: Lord Eliwood... I... I don't know what-- Lord Eliwood... Lord Eliwood...

Eliwood: In Pherae, every year, we hold a grand harvest festival. Everyone in the land comes to eat, drink, and dance.
Ninian: That sounds like fun!
Eliwood: You should come, too, Ninian. Everyone would be happy to see your dancing, I think. The one you showed me the other day was truly beautiful.
Ninian: Thank you.
Eliwood: My mother, too, loves dancing, you know. She would be pleased. At festival time, she dances all night like a young maiden. My father always clucked his tongue and shook his head, but each year, he would dance with her until the dawn. Ah--
Ninian: ... ...
Eliwood: Forgive me. You...must think of my father often enough.
Ninian: No...it's all right. I mean, not compared to you, Lord Eliwood...
Eliwood: Ninian, remember what I told you? My father's death was not your fault. You should not blame yourself, not at all.
Ninian: But, Lord Eliwood...y-you're wrong. You don't know everything that...
Eliwood: What?
Ninian: I... I have been deceiving you.
Eliwood: Deceiving? What do you mean?
Ninian: It is just... I-I'm sorry.
Eliwood: Ninian? Ninian, don't cry. I don't know what has happened, but I do know I never want to see you so sad.

Ninian: Lord Eliwood...
Eliwood: Ninian.
Ninian: I... I'd like to thank you.
Eliwood: Huh? What is it? Why the formality?
Ninian: Lady Lyn told me... She told me it was you. You were the one who helped me one year ago.
Eliwood: Oh, that.
Ninian: I apologize. I... I had lost consciousness, and I fear I never properly thanked you, Lord Eliwood.
Eliwood: Don't let it concern you. I wanted to help.
Ninian: But still--
Eliwood: Hrm... Ah, I know! Next time you are free, show me your dancing! Not one of the little dances--something special.
Ninian: A special dance, my lord?
Eliwood: Er...sorry, didn't mean to sound too forward!
Ninian: No, not at all! I mean, I'd be glad to.
Eliwood: Great, then it's a deal! I'm looking forward to it.
Ninian: Y-Yes. I am, too.

Louise: Oh, Erk.
Erk: Hello, Lady Louise.
Louise: When this battle ends, why don't we return to Castle Wrigley together? I've even renovated your room! Since I know how you like to study, I've lined the walls with bookcases, and the sunlight there is quite good... I'm sure you will like it!
Erk: I... Thank you.
Louise: And you seem to have grown a few inches, so we'll have to order a new wardrobe for you... I think I have a few bolts of cloth that would really bring out the color of your hair.
Erk: Lady Louise! ...Don't!
Louise: What is it, dear?
Erk: ...I must thank you for your kindness, but... Certainly, I do not...merit you going to all that trouble...
Louise: Oh, Erk, why must you always do that?
Erk: Do...what?
Louise: Three years ago... Yes, on a snowy night... Lord Pent brought you home and said, "This is my student." You were only 12... You had such deep, purple eyes, sparkling with intelligence...
Erk: L-Lady Louise, now is really not the time for such old memories...
Louise: Hush... Listen. Lord Pent had only just become a mage general then...and he was hardly ever home in the castle. I was so happy to have such a cute young student around. But that student shut himself away in his room all the time...just reading his books. He didn't eat, he hardly slept, and soon, he collapsed.
Erk: I... I remember...
Louise: That's right. You never let anyone do nice things for you, and then you just fall apart! But I realized as I nursed you back to health... You thought of us as total strangers... You always spurn those who try to help you most...
Erk: N-No, that's not true! I could never think of you...of you or Lord Pent as strangers! ...But your love for me is so strong... Sometimes...it scares me, and I feel...paralyzed.
Louise: Erk, loving another person gives you the greatest joy and energy! You are so precious to us. From the time we met, we have all lived as a family... Isn't that enough for you?
Erk: ...Yes. It is. You two are also...precious...to me.

Erk: Lady Louise!
Louise: My... Erk? Erk, is that really you?
Erk: Yes. Forgive me. It has been a long time.
Louise: Oh, I am overcome! How wonderful! You had only just returned from a long training sabbatical... And then you left immediately on another journey! Why, I've missed you so!
Erk: Forgive me, but I had an evil premonition.
Louise: You mean that business with Lord Pent? I understand. But...couldn't you have just stayed a little while? ...Oh, I'm just so happy to see you... So you are fighting alongside this bunch, are you?
Erk: Yes.
Louise: Then we shall be together! Ah... I will ask Lord Eliwood to place us near each other in the coming battle!
(Louise leaves)
Erk: Oh, Lady Louise! Always so sweet and childlike...

Erk: Nino.
Nino: Oh, Erk! What's new?
Erk: ...You, uhh... You said you couldn't read too well, right? Well...how's this?
Nino: A book? Oh, it's full of pictures!
Erk: It was mine...a long time ago...
Nino: So you couldn't read, either?
Erk: No, just the opposite. I read only the most difficult books from the time I was small. My magic teacher was really amazing. I was really proud and happy to be his student. So, to gain his approval, I spent day and night studying, without even stopping to eat...
Nino: Wow! I bet that's not very good for your body...
Erk: Haha! No, you're right... One day I just collapsed. I really worried my teacher and his wife...
Nino: Yeah?
Erk: And that was when my teacher bought me this picture book... He said, "Look, Erk, this book is filled with pictures. There are fields of rolling, green grass, flowers that explode into color, and clouds that crawl across the seamless sky. Training to be a mage requires more than staying in your room studying all the time. You must go outside and commune with the spirits. When you get better, we'll go for walks everyday. Until then, look at these pictures and think of how it will be."
Nino: Commune with the spirits... I do that a lot. My mother just used them, and always said that talking to them was a waste of time, but... But it sounds like your teacher really got to know them. Eheheh. This makes me so happy...
Erk: ...You never cease to amaze me, Nino. It's as if you were born to do magic. You remind me of my teacher...
Nino: Of your teacher!? Oh, no way!! Even as a joke, that just sounds like an insult to your teacher!!
Erk: Nino, why do you doubt yourself so?
Nino: Because... My mother said......
Erk: Forget about that!! I believe in you!! Don't you trust me?!
Nino: Erk...?
Erk: ...Ah... I, ahh... ......Never mind.
(Erk leaves)
Nino: Oh! Wait! ...Erk.

Erk: Nino.
Nino: Oh, Erk!
Erk: ...Here.
Nino: Hm? What is it?
Erk: This is the book I was reading. I'm done with it, so you can have it if you want.
Nino: Really? That's great! Oh...but...what should I do?
Erk: I'm sorry?
Nino: I'm still not very good at reading...
Erk: ...Then... How do you use anima magic?
Nino: My mother... Not my real mother, but the one who raised me... She knew all kinds of magic, and I just imitated her from the time I was small.
Erk: You imitated her?
Nino: My mother would hold the tome and chant, right? Well, I just listened to her chants and practiced them over and over until I had memorized them!
Erk: And that...works? But it takes years of training to correctly hear and decipher a chant!
Nino: It does?
Erk: I'm just surprised. You must be a natural genius... ...I have the deepest respect for you now...
Nino: ... ...
Erk: !? W-Why are you crying? Did... Did I say something terrible?
Nino: Unh-unh... You didn't... It's just... I'm so happy...that someone...finally...appreciates me...... Thank...you......
Erk: ......

Erk: ...... ......
(Nino appears)
Nino: Hey, it's a mage! Hi! I'm Nino!
Erk: Hey... I'm Erk.
Nino: Oh, you're reading a book! That's good! So, what kind of book is that?
Erk: "General Compositional Theory of Anima Magic, Volume Eight."
Nino: Is it good?
Erk: ...Average, I suppose.
Nino: Wait! There was a picture on that page! Go back! What is it? What is it? There's something written there.
Erk: ...Err, Nino, was it? I'm sorry, but could you please leave me to read?
Nino: Oh... I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to disturb you... Forgive me!
(Nino leaves)
Erk: Erk, you dolt......! Hahh... There was no reason to do that. Why can't I talk to girls?

Erk: ...Nghh... ......
(Erk collapses; Pent appears) Pent: Erk! Get a hold of yourself!!
(Erk stands up)
Erk: Ah!!!
Pent: You are using too much magic... This is not good... It requires a severe remedy, but I have no choice. ... ...
Erk: Master...Pent?
Pent: So you are with us, Erk? Can you move? Do you feel numbness anywhere?
Erk: Ah...no. I feel...fine, master.
Pent: Oh. Very good then.
Erk: Ahh! Master! You have given me half of your magic, haven't you?! How could I have made you do such a thing...in the midst of battle!!
Pent: Erk, you really do bring my ire... How could I do such a thing?! Why, using all the magic in your body... Don't you know that you could have killed yourself?!
Erk: F-Forgive me... I thought I would cast...one more spell...before I rested... But then all of those enemy units appeared... I used more magic... than anticipated.
Pent: Did I not teach you that the accomplished mage has mastery of his own resources in addition to mastery of the spell?
Erk: Yes, master...
Pent: Reflect upon that, Erk. Now, back to battle.
Erk: M-Master? I truly am...sorry.
Pent: Don't make that face. Everyone makes mistakes. Just don't make the same one twice, understand? Got it?
Erk: Y-Yes!!

Erk: Lord Pent!
Pent: Erk, what are you doing here?
Erk: While protecting Lady Priscilla of House Caerleon, I encountered many...unusual circumstances that brought me to join Lord Eliwood on this journey from Laus.
Pent: Is that so? Then you have endured much.
Erk: Hardly, master... And so... Do you fight with this army as well?
Pent: Of course. Nergal is as powerful a sorcerer as my own teacher. I'm sure I offer little assistance on my own, but... ...I do try to do what I can...
Erk: How could you say that?! Lord Pent, they could have no stronger ally than you!! It is an honor for any of them to fight by your side!!
Pent: Well, Erk. About Nergal... You must tell me everything you have heard... No matter how trivial.
Erk: Of course!!

Priscilla: Erk...
Erk: Lady Priscilla? What is the matter? You seem ill at ease.
Priscilla: Erk, I'd like to thank you for your service.
Erk: Eh?
Priscilla: I hired you to protect me... And, your contract ends today.
Erk: Eh? Ah...now that you mention it, I suppose it does. But, what do you plan to do now, Lady Priscilla?
Priscilla: I...am in debt to Lord Eliwood. I intend to follow him until his expedition is ended.
Erk: Perhaps, you might extend my contract...?
Priscilla: No... Regretfully, I cannot. I left on this journey without my family's permission. Even were I to keep you on with me... I'm afraid I would have no gold to pay you.
Erk: I see... Then, there is nothing to be done about it. My contract with you ends now, Lady Priscilla.
Priscilla: ...
Erk: Well, then. Shall we be on our way?
Priscilla: What...? But, Erk, you...
Erk: I have decided to join this troop to further my own training. I shall guard you, Lady Priscilla, as part of that training. ...If it is not an imposition?
Priscilla: Erk... Of course, it is no imposition! But...but then, I should think it odd... Um, perhaps, you could not call me "Lady"?
Erk: Well, then...Priscilla?
Priscilla: Yes... Yes, that sounds much nicer.
Erk: As you wish.
Priscilla: Now, Erk, I trust you will do your duty well!
Erk: As always, Priscilla!

Erk: Lady Priscilla, might I have a word?
Priscilla: What is it, Erk?
Erk: It has been long since you left Etruria... Is your family not worried for you?
Priscilla: Yes, I suppose they are... But now that Lord Eliwood is looking out for me...I think I shall stay here a while longer.
Erk: Understood. If that is what you wish, I have no complaints.
Priscilla: Thank you, Erk. By the way...
Erk: Yes?
Priscilla: About your former employer... Was it...a woman?
Erk: Eh? Ah, yes, she was. She certainly thought of herself as one.
Priscilla: She was young?
Erk: To look at her, she was no younger than you or I, Lady Priscilla. But I'm afraid she was no where near as mature. But why do you ask? It's not something I like to think of much...
Priscilla: No... No particular reason. It was just something on my mind. Perhaps... Were you...and...um, your employer...close?
Erk: Hardly! If that was a jest, I fail to see the humor! It makes me shiver just to think of it...
Priscilla: Really?
Erk: Of course!
Priscilla: I see. That's fine, then... I had no particular reason for asking, mind you.

Erk: Lady Priscilla, are you all right?
Priscilla: Ah, Erk. I am fine. Thank you for checking on me.
Erk: Not at all. That is my duty! You...are not tired?
Priscilla: No... No, I'm quite fine, really.
Erk: Your feet, they are not weary? Your shoulders, are they not tense?
Priscilla: They're fine, really.
Erk: And your belly, is it full? Your throat...dry? Are you sleepy? Or bored?
Priscilla: Erk?
Erk: Ah...yes, sorry. Hard to break old habits.
Priscilla: Eh?
Erk: My last lord was a very willful child, you see. He would call me over the slightest things... That is past now, though...of course.
Priscilla: I see... ... Should...I be asking you to do more, then?
Erk: Oh no, no, this is just fine.

Erk: Serra, could you please stop moving around so much? It's hard enough protecting you when you stand still...
Serra: What's the matter, Mr. Frumpy-Face? Well, at least you've started taking my orders...
Erk: ...Look, it wasn't your order... I was actually instructed to guard you by someone in authority. And nothing else, got it?
Serra: Oh, don't act like you don't love the chance to stay by my side! Come on, don't fight it...
Erk: ...Rubbish.
Serra: I knew it! My beauty should be a crime! Ah, but poor Erk, it must be hard to be you... Surely Eliwood and Hector despise you for getting the chance to be with me like this... They might send you to the front line to die, even!!
Erk: I am not too worried about that.
Serra: ...Hm. Now what kind of an answer is that? You must not understand the power I have over men! Now listen closely, and I'll explain from the beginning...
Erk: That's enough! Why do you pester me constantly!? If you hate me so, why be around me!?
Serra: Don't say that! I'm the only one here who understands your dark, secretive personality! You're likely to starve to death or get hurt and die if I don't look after you! I just stay by your side to make sure that doesn't happen!
Erk: It's the same with me. People find you so annoying, they probably wouldn't look for you if you disappeared... So I stay with you to make sure you don't...
Serra: You...don't mean that...
Erk: It's no worse than what you said!

Serra: Hi, Erk.
Erk: Mm? You again?
Serra: What have you been doing? You're supposed to protect me! So hurry up and start protecting!
Erk: Why should I have to protect you? I have not been ordered to do so.
Serra: Pfff! What are you talking about? My orders are good enough!
Erk: Look, I don't think you understand...
Serra: Well, someone would have ordered you to eventually, anyway... Both Lord Eliwood and Lord Hector are captivated by my charm... So, wait...wouldn't that make me this army's... ...leader? Wow, I didn't even know I had that kind of power!!
Erk: Ahem... You are a member of House Ostia, are you not? So why are you putting on such airs? In some ways... I actually envy you...
Serra: Oh, really? Well, it's always nice to receive compliments...
Erk: I really do envy you...

Serra: Oh, hi there, Erk!
Erk: ......
Serra: You should be thanking me. I'm the one who got you into this outfit. In fact, you should be terribly grateful to me!
Erk: ...Well, you did introduce me to Lord Eliwood... But that's about it, really. I owe you no special obligation.
Serra: That's the most ungrateful thing I've ever heard! You know, Erk, I've been with them longer than you have... So you really should treat me like your superior!
Erk: ...As usual, you use entirely confounding logic. Doesn't Lord Eliwood decide such matters?
Serra: Well, he hasn't mentioned it yet, but I'm sure he would agree. After all, I am his close friend and Hector's fiancee!
Erk: ...... ...Well, I've heard enough. Talking to you is just a neverending headache...
(Erk leaves)
Serra: Hold your tongue, servant! You would speak thus to your lady and liege? ...Hey! Erk, wait up!

Farina: Hey, Sis!
Fiora: What is it, Farina?
Farina: Have you seen me out there lately? I am earning every penny of what I'm being paid! And more!
Fiora: Haha. I suppose so. You've become a dazzling pegasus knight.
Farina: So, after this, you'll be heading back to Ilia, right?
Fiora: Yes, I plan to.
Farina: Well, don't forget to grab me before you leave!
Fiora: ...? So, Farina... You're coming home, too?
Farina: I think you need me, Sis! You're not very good with finances, are you? You'd go broke without me around! I don't think I really have a choice!
Fiora: Farina... Thank you... That makes me so happy. I never knew you were so...generous...
Farina: Hey, don't get all mushy on me! Come on! It's not like I'm doing this for free. I get a ten percent cut!
Fiora: You're kidding!?

Fiora: I... I wonder why we always end up fighting. It must be all my fault. I bet I'm the worst sister in Ilia...
Farina: There you go again, pouting by yourself!
Fiora: Farina?
Farina: You just retreat into your own little world and start grumbling like that... You just take everything on yourself, do you know that?
Fiora: But...
Farina: You were like that before, too, remember? When I was still just a pegasus esquire... When my trainee squad was about to die in that practice maneuver... You left your own mission and swooped in to rescue us...
Fiora: ......
Farina: And as a result, the Bern Nobles charged you an outrageous termination fee for breach of contract. You still haven't finished paying off the loan you used to cover it yet, have you?
Fiora: Well, I... Don't worry about it. That was my decision, and I've lived with it.
Farina: But that's what I'm saying! You're just so naively idealistic! I mean, who would do such a thing? I was just a fledgling pegasus esquire! You should have left me out there!
Fiora: Farina...
Farina: ...But, I mean... ...I was happy, of course... So that's why--that's why I want to help... Here, take this...
Fiora: Hm?
Farina: Look, I'm the highest-paid pegasus knight around. It didn't take me long to earn that sum. Go ahead and pay off that loan that's still hanging over your head!
Fiora: Farina! You were worried about me this whole time?
Farina: Well, of course I was... And besides...it was my fault... And it went down on your permanent record and everything...
Fiora: Don't be silly! We're family, aren't we? We shouldn't have to think about things like that!
Farina: That's what I'm talking about!! Don't be so naively idealistic!! But I guess that's what makes you...the sister I love.
Fiora: Farina...

Fiora: Farina... May I speak with you?
Farina: Hey, Sis! So...I haven't seen you around in a bit...
Fiora: ...I'm sorry. The last time we met, I spoke too harshly.
Farina: It's fine... Besides, I was at fault, anyway. I always think about money first and everything else later...
Fiora: No, I should be the one to apologize... And it is only natural that you should call me naive. I mean, of course mercenaries should care about when and how much they get paid to fight...
Farina: Aw, now look, it's all behind us... I was just an idiot! You did nothing wrong...
Fiora: How can you say that? I was terrible to you, and you were right all along! Why can't you get that through your thick skull?!
Farina: I'm telling you...I was not right all along! I never should have flown off in a tizzy like that, you dope!
Fiora: Stop contradicting me! I was wrong! I should have tried harder to grasp your greedy, insensitive ways!
Farina: Now you listen here, you uptight, worn-out... I--! ...Hey.
Fiora: ...It's weird, isn't it... Why are we even fighting?
Farina: Um... I dunno.
Fiora: Say, Farina... You know I don't hate you, right?
Farina: Yeah, I've always known that. I mean, I've known you forever, right?

Farina: Hey, Florina? How are you doing?
Florina: Farina...
Farina: Why so glum? You really look down.
Florina: B-Because...you said you would keep that stuff secret!
Farina: Yeah, but it's not like Lyn, I mean... Lady Lyndis...cares... She was laughing, too! It's not as bad as you make it out to be... ...Not as bad as when you started singing the Pegasus Counting Song all the way to one hundred at that one festival back when-- Florina: No! Stop! It's so embarrassing!
Farina: I mean, it's not like I included the part where you got up on that table full of food, sat yourself down cross-legged, and started belting out that song with a crooked grin on your face! Right?
Florina: Sob...
Farina: Awww... There, there. Don't cry...
Florina: Hey! You're the one who made me cry in the first place!
Farina: Look, I'm sorry. Maybe I did go a little too far... But you know, I had to make sure. I had to find out if you were the same old Florina.
Florina: Huh?
Farina: I mean, Florina, suddenly you're just so powerful! You're like a different person! I missed the old Florina. But I feel better now. I just had to check and see if she was still there.
Florina: Oh, Farina...
Farina: Oh no!
Florina: Wh-What?!
Farina: I have to get going! If I just sit around talking, people will start to ask what I do to earn my startlingly high salary! That wouldn't do at all!

Florina: ...Well, now that Lyn has been recognized as a noble...I can join the service of the marchioness of Caelin.
Farina: Hmmm. Well, I guess a lot has happened in my absence. But, Florina, have you been well?
Florina: Well?
Farina: I mean, have you gotten over your fear of men? You must have had a hard time of it when you left Ilia on your own! Did you cry yourself to sleep every night like you used to?
Florina: N-No...of course not. I-I'm a second-rank pegasus knight, aren't I?
Farina: Yeah. Full-fledged... And...exactly who was it that I could make cry at every practice?
Florina: You... You were...
Farina: And that's not all, come to think of it... Has anyone here seen you at a festival? I swear, you are a completely different person once you start coming out of your shell!
Florina: Yeah...but I...
Farina: And I bet Lyn doesn't know anything about all of that, does she? I know all kinds of juicy secrets I could tell her...
Florina: N-No, don't!
Farina: Ah! Here she comes! Lyn! Listen to this! You'll never believe what Florina did!
Florina: No! No! Please don't!

Florina: Sister.
Farina: Oh, Florina...what is it? You're smiling so broadly!
Florina: Well, I'm happy. I just can't believe we actually get to fight side by side again!
Farina: You excite pretty easily, don't you? It hasn't been that long since we last saw each other!
Florina: But...Fiora had said you'd gone really far away.
Farina: Yeah, I bet she wishes I had! Well, whatever! But, Florina...how have you been recently?
Florina: How have I...been?
Farina: You know...financially. Are you getting paid what you're worth?
Florina: Um, yeah. And everyone here is really nice...
Farina: We're not here to make friends, Florina. Negotiating your salary is a ruthless battle. You have to be willing to walk away if they try to bargain you down even one gold piece!
Florina: Farina...you never change...

Farina: ...huff...huff... Maybe... I over...did it? I feel so...so faint...
(Hector appears)
Hector: Hey, Farina! There you are! About what you were saying... Eh!? Farina? Hey! Farina!
Farina: Florina...
(Farina collapses)
Hector: Farina! Hey! You hurt?
(Hector kneels down; Farina stands up)
Farina: Ungh...
(Hector stands up)
Hector: You awake?
Farina: What? I...
Hector: You just keeled over. Gave me quite a scare! You all right?
Farina: Ah...thank you. Thank you, I'm fine now. I'm sure I would have been fine even if you hadn't come along.
Hector: You're a real charmer, you know that? Anyway, you should take it easy. Just ask me or one of the other guys if you need any help.
Farina: What good would that do? Who's going to help a mercenary like me?
Hector: Would you--
Farina: We mercenaries are pawns, bought for gold. It would be wrong for us to expect friendship from anyone. All we can trust...is gold.
Hector: There you go again...
Farina: Speaking of going, good-bye!
(Hector moves toward Farina)
Hector: Hey, wait...
Farina: What now? Wh-What!? Let me go!
Hector: Will you just calm down? You shouldn't be running around for a while. Just, don't leave. I want to be here if you collapse again, eh?
Farina: N-No! I'm leaving! You're just trying to make a case for lowering my wage!
Hector: Arrgh! I keep telling you this has nothing to do with that! I can't just leave someone that looks ready to drop dead any second!
Farina: Hey... H-Hey...
Hector: Ready? This is no problem. I'm stronger than the others. I'm helping you cause I want to, got it? So just you relax.
Farina: All... All right.

Farina: Whew... ... ...
(Hector appears)
Hector: Hey, Farina! We have to talk... Huh? What's wrong?
Farina: ... ... Ah? Ah! Lord Hector!
Hector: You seem tired. You should rest--wouldn't want you collapsing on me.
Farina: Hah! Don't try playing the kindly employer! You won't trick me that way! I'm not giving back the gold I was given!
Hector: I'm not talking about money, you dummy. You know, you keep saying stuff like that, people are going to suspect you!
Farina: What should I care? As long as I'm paid... Those who think clinging to money is wrong have never been poor!
Hector: Well... Well that may be, but... Some things you can't buy with money!
Farina: Why would I need anything like that? I must be off now. Murphy? Let's go.
(Hector moves toward Farina)
Hector: H-Hey, wait!
(Farina moves toward Hector)
Farina: Ah...wha-- Aiiiie!
(Farina collapses)
Hector: Whoa!
(Hector collapses; Farina stands up)
Farina: Oww...
(Hector stands up)
Hector: S-Sorry! You OK?
Farina: E-Even though you know I'm tired... How dare you make such advances!
Hector: Hey! That's not it! W-Wait-- I said I'm sorry! I mean, hey! You're the one that fell on me! That hurt! You and that Florina, man... I don't get it.
Farina: My! You have venom enough for me and my younger sister, I see!
Hector: Gimme a break! And get away from there.
Farina: Oh, I see what's going on. You saw us three sisters... Fiora, Farina, and Florina, the beauties of Ilia... And you thought to take us all for yourself, didn't you!
Hector: Don't make me part of your wacky fantasies!
Farina: All you nobles are the same. You treat us mercenaries as...as objects!
(Farina leaves)
Hector: Aw, c'mon, Farina... Man, that lady's got a screwy head...

Hector: Hey, Farina! Wait up!
Farina: What? Ah, Lord Hector. I was just off to do battle worthy of my purse...
Hector: Yeah, about that purse. I heard about the going price for Ilian mercenaries from a henchman...
Farina: ...Eh?
Hector: Usually, they get paid by the battle, with no bonuses or anything. And...he said 20,000 gold is way, way too much.
Farina: But...
Hector: Payment is determined by rank within the knightly order, right? At your level of ability, I'd say you're worth 2,000 gold, tops.
Farina: Never! I'm at 4,000 gold, I am!
Hector: What's that? 4,000?
Farina: Er...
Hector: So what was all that about 20,000 gold, eh? Trying to pull one on me, weren't you!
Farina: N-No, not at all--never! I'd never do that! It's just, I've been underpaid compared to my ability until now.
Hector: Look me in the eye and say that again.
Farina: Well, and isn't this assignment a long-term one? I might need food for my pegasus...
Hector: Right, right. So, what does a pegasus eat? Carrots?
Farina: Of course not! You would treat a pegasus like a common horse?
Hector: Um, it is a horse.
Farina: Wrong! Pegasi are noble animals! So, they must eat noble carrots, you see!
Hector: Like I said, carrots!
Farina: No no no! L-Listen-- I'll do the work I've been paid for. That should be enough, right? Now, watch me go!
(Farina leaves)
Hector: H-Hey, wait! Hey!

Farina: So, Karla. What are you going to do after this all ends? I plan on returning home...
Karla: Well, I...
Farina: You haven't even thought about it? I don't know what to do with you! You're just not very organized, are you? So, how did you end up traveling like this, anyway?
Karla: I was looking for someone.
Farina: Let me guess. A man, right?
Karla: Yes...a man... I wanted to see him...very badly, so I set out traveling. I felt...attached to him. I still can't seem to let go... I still hope that someday, we can be as we once were...
Farina: Whoa!
Karla: Huh?
Farina: Karla, we've got some talking to do. You just can't spend your life chasing some guy! Capable women live on their own, pay their own bills! Do you see what I'm getting at? Does that make sense?
Karla: Um, yes.
Farina: That's why you need to be able to make some money! Oh, yeah! Hey, Karla, do you want to be a mercenary with me? We'd be strong and beautiful! Who could resist hiring us? And we could split the payment...mmm...60/40?
Karla: ...Hmm. That might be a good idea. Thanks, Farina. If you really want to, I'd be happy to try that.
Farina: So we have a deal?

Farina: Say, Karla, you're from Sacae, right?
Karla: Yes, you could say that... I've heard that my ancestors sailed here from across the seas, however...
Farina: So the tribes in Sacae, they all, like, dance around a fire and chant "Ooga Booga," don't they?
Karla: ...They do?
Farina: Don't they? You did say Sacae, didn't you? Karla, you really don't know much about the world, do you?
Karla: ...I guess I don't. Talking with you has been very...illuminating. ...I grew up in a place that had no contact with Sacae. Where I grew up, I was not even allowed to touch a sword like this.
Farina: Why not?
Karla: Because I am a woman. Women were not allowed to bear swords. Women in my house were told to do what men say.
Farina: What a tired bunch of hogwash! Men aren't all that great, let me tell you! Unless, you know...they're rich...
Karla: But it was not only my country that had such rules... I have traveled to many lands... And most are all the same. Farina, are things different where you are from?
Farina: Of course! Well they're the opposite, anyway! Women are the ones who put bread on the table.
Karla: Is that so?
Farina: Yes! Pegasi will only allow women to ride them! So only women can be Pegasus knights. The men just work the terraced vegetable fields in the mountains.
Karla: I see...
Farina: I guess there is a men's knight brigade, but it's pretty terrible. They're only really good for digging the stables out of snowdrifts after a storm, to be honest... So, it's kind of like men are not even our equals, really. They're kind of like luggage, to tell you the truth.
Karla: ...That's too bad. Don't you find that to be a little severe...? Is there no sane land in this world?

Farina: Hey, you! Wait up!
Karla: What?
Farina: I'm Farina! I am a pegasus knight of Ilia!
Karla: ...I'm Karla.
Farina: Nice to meet you, Karla! So...I'll get right to the point. How much are they paying you? Just so you know, I'm getting 20,000 gold!
Karla: ...... I have not received any money.
Farina: No way!!
Karla: Why do you look so surprised? There's nothing I could use the money for, anyway.
Farina: Wha--?!
Karla: Hm?
Farina: So, Karla...let me see if I've got this right...You don't need the money? But, darling, don't you know? A woman needs an income! Maybe...you just don't know much about how the world works, right?
Karla: Hmm... Perhaps it is as you say... I am not...connected to this world very strongly. So...most people fight for money, do they? ...Perhaps I will ask Lord Hector about it someday.
Farina: Yeah... Yeah, you do that... Maybe you can get back pay!! We should go in there and both renegotiate our contracts... Maybe our combined efforts will inspire him to give us a special bonus!

Farina: Kent!
Kent: Ah, we meet again.
Farina: We sure do seem to be bumping into each other a lot lately... Especially considering how uncomfortable we both find it being around each other...
Kent: I don't think any such thing...
Farina: Oh?
Kent: I must apologize if that was your impression... But I do not dislike being around you...
Farina: O-Oh? ...... Well, if you don't mind, that's good. You may not be rich... And we may not be much alike... But I do feel rather...secure when I'm around you. Ah!
Kent: ?
Farina: Don't get me wrong! No offense. I mean... I just...you know...that's all.
Kent: ? Sure, I understand. Well, I'm about to be off. Are you coming?
Farina: Err... Yeah, sure. It's not like there's any reason for me not to... Let's go!