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War of Deliverance/Script

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The following text is an unofficial translation by fans. There may be stylistic differences with official sources and other unofficial translations.

Zofia Castle

A landslide north of here has cut off the path to Mila's Temple. The priestesses who just left are safe, but...

Alm's Route

Northern Zofia Battle

Alm: Everyone, stay alert! A brigade from Rigel is closing in. Fortify our defenses! Scatter our foes and pick them off one by one!

Forest Village

Various unnamed NPCs:
A liberation soldier is imporisoned in Desaix's fort. Rumors say she'll be executed soon. You guys better hurry if you want to save her!
Valentia is split by a deep gorge. The floodgate exists to store water in the gorge, but... if it isn't opened periodically, the water overflows
The Rigelian army has occupied the gate and is keeping it closed. Please, Lord Alm. You must somehow open the gate before Zofia floods!

Luthier: I beg of you, please save my little sister! She's being manipulated by the cantor Tatarrah at Rigel's sluice. If Tatarrah is defeated, the spell on Delthea should break...
(Luthier joins)

Unnamed Man: Some Gargoyles flew off to the shrine in the west with my child. If you save her, I'll give you my treasure.

After rescuing the girl

Unnamed Man: Thank you.
Unnamed Girl: Eheh. Thanks for saving me.

Siege of Desaix's Fortress

Desaix: The rebel forces are attacking? Shit! In that case... Archers! Kill that girl in her cell as a warning!

Desaix initiates a battle

Desaix: Is this all you've got...? I won't be beaten so easily!

Desaix dies

Desaix: Grr... Mycen! Is he planning to give Zofia to Rudolf's brat?! Damn traitor!
(Desaix dies)

Desaix's Fortress

Mathilda: Thank you. I just knew you'd come rescue me.
(Mathilda joins)

Sylvan Shrine

Room 2

Unnamed Girl: Wahh! I was so scared!
(Unnamed girl leaves the area)

Retaking of the Sluice Gate

Tatarrah: Hoho... You fools hope to beat me, Lord Tatarrah? Delthea! Kill those idiots with your Aura!

Delthea initiates a battle

Delthea: FOR DEFYING LORD TATARRAH... DIE

Delthea dies

Delthea: Ahh, it hurts... B-brother...
(Delthea dies)

Tatarrah dies

Tatarrah: May Duma's blessings--
(Tatarrah dies)

Delthea: Ah! My head... What am I doing here? Urgh... Luthieeer--
(Delthea retreats)

Sluice Gate

Delthea: I don't know what happened, Brother. Eh? I was under Tattarah's control? So that's what it was... I'm sorry if I've been a bother.
(Delthea joins)

Before opening the floodgate at the Temple of Mila

Unnamed Man: What? You want me to open the floodgate!? If I do that, the water will pour out too fast, causing a flood. Sorry, but until the floodgate at Mila's Temple is opened, I can't do it.

After opening the floodgate at the Temple of Mila

Unnamed Man: Oh! Mila's floodgate has been opened! I'll open this gate right away!
(Moves and opens gate)
Unnamed Man: North of this floodgate is the Kingdom of Rigel. Be careful.

Celica's Route

Zofian Coast Battle

Palla: Catria! Those guys are bandits. Stay close!

Zofia Harbor

Palla: Oh! I was looking for you. Our sister, Est, is still missing and I was thinking... Your journey will be tough, like ours. May we travel together? We can help each other out.
(Palla joins)

Catria: Ahh, I hope we find Est soon... This is a secret, but if the three of us surrounded a foe, there's a really cool move we can use. (Catria joins)

Mountain Village

Various unnamed NPCs: The bandit king Grieth rules the eastern desert. He attacked and took all of our children as slaves. What should we do...?
Some say the dead can be revived in the nearby shrine. Dragons have settled there, though. Anything that draws near gets devoured.

Atlas: Y'guys gonna go finish off that bastard, Grieth? If so, let me help out. My siblings got captured by him, but I don't know where they're at...
(Atlas joins)

Desert Stronghold

Jesse: Aw, thanks. You saved me. Name's Jesse. Just some merc. I got caught helping out a girl jailed in Grieth's fort. Cute kid from a foreign land.
Celica: That has to be Est... Hey, Jesse. Is there a way we can save her?
Jesse: Nope. There's no way the few of us can do anything.
Celica: But there must be a way...
Jesse: Well, I guess... Grieth has these two underlings: Sonya and Deen. They guard the north and south desert regions, respectively. Both of them seem to hate Grieth. However, neither will betray him while the other's alive. If you defeat one, the other may become your ally. Oh, and of course I'll lend you a hand, too.
(Jesse joins)

Northern Desert Battle

Deen initiates a battle

Deen: No hard feelings, but we're enemies. Taste my blade!

Southern Desert Battle

Sonya initiates a battle

Sonya: Heheh, little girl and company-- you're going to die!

Attack on Grieth's Citadel

Grieth: Hehe... Foolish brats. Have a death wish? I, Lord Grieth, will show you my power. Get 'em, boys! Kill them all!

Grieth initiates a battle

Grieth: Grr, is this already the end of my kingodm? Then I'll drag you all down with me to hell!

Grieth dies

Grieth: I hope you're proud! How could I-- ugh...
(Grieth dies)

Grieth's Citadel

Girl: Thank You. Now I can return to my service at Mila's Temple. ...! Hold on... Could it be?!
Celica: Hmm? What's the matter?
Girl: My apologies. You just bear a striking resemblance to Lady Liprica.
Celica: Liprica!? That was my mother's name!
Girl: Then... then you truly are Princess Anthiese! This is wonderful!
Celica: You knew my mother? Please... Tell me about her...
Girl: Yes... Lady Liprica was originally a priestess at Mila's Temple. The king, charmed by her beauty, forcibly made her his queen. It was hard for her to bear, and she soon caught a grave disease. Soon after she gave birth to you, she perished... She worried so about you... Oh, Lady Anthiese, don't cry... I have something I must give you.
(Steps back for a moment)
Girl: This diadem proves you are the princess of Zofia. Please use your power to save the Kingdom.
(Celica promotes)

Girl: I am returning to Mila's Temple. Take care, Your Highness.

Note: Girl is named Irma in Echoes: Shadows of Valentia; she will leave the area the player.

Est: Eh? Big sisters! Ahh, great! I'm coming with you guys too!
(Est joins)

If Deen was fought

Sonya: What, you've dealt with Grieth? Well, that vile man had it coming. Mmm... I owe you guys one, eh? I gotcha. I'll lend you a hand.
(Sonya joins)

If Sonya was fought

Deen: What, you've dealt with Greith? Well, that vile man had it coming. Mmm... I owe you guys one, eh? Very well. I'll lend you a hand.
(Deen joins)

Liberation of the Temple of Mila

Celica: Look! The Temple of Mila! Stay alert-- Mikhail, one of Duma's cantors, is ahead. Everyone, protect out frailer allies!

Temple of Mila

Floor 1, room 1

Various unnamed NPCs:
The Earth Goddess Mila was sealed by King Rudolf of Rigel. That's why the land is barren. As things stand, we'll all starve...
Great Cantor Dolth rules the land north of here. Tresspass, and he'll summon necrodragons to devour you.
Travelling north is impossible with the gorge full of water. If you don't open the western floodgate, the water won't drain. There's a reserve gate in this temple's basement, but...
The evil god Duma gave Rudolf the sword that sealed Lady Mila. If you go to the Tower of Duma, you could rescue her. Just beware of the life-draining swamps on the way...

Before rescuing Girl

One of our priestesses is a prisoner in Grieth's fort. Please, save everyone captured by that evil thief!

After rescuing Girl

Girl: Thanks to you, our healer returned safely. If you go north, look for a hamlet in the Lost Treescape. The Great Sage Halcyon who lives there ought to help you somehow.

Basement floor 1, room 1

Unnamed man: I'm the guard of this floodgate. What? You want me to open it? No can do. Only the Zofian royal family can order this gate opened. I ain't listening to you!

If Celica is promoted, he will also say:

Unnamed man: Hmm? Wait a sec... That crown...! That's the royal family's crest! Then you must be the long-lost Princess Anthiese!F-forgive my rudeness. I'll open the floodgate straightaway.
(Moves to open floodgate)
Unnamed man: Your Highness, the western floodgate must also be open to drain the water.

Fire Emblem Echoes: Shadows of Valentia

Alm's route

Zofia Castle

Alm: Good. You're all here. Let's be on our way.
Tobin: Uhm... Are you sure about this, Alm?
Alm: Am I sure about what?
Tobin: Oh, please. About Celica! You finally see her after gods-know how long, and you end up in a spat? Hey, don't give me that look - we all know she took off in a right huff. You two used to be inseparable. What happened?
Alm: ...That was a long time ago, Tobin. A lot's happened - to both of us.
Tobin: Hmm... Well, I'm no expert, but I think a normal person would just apologize. I'm sure she hasn't gotten too far yet, what with those skinny legs and all...
Gray: Seriously, Tobin? Y-you're passing out relationship advice now? Give it a rest - it's not like every fight has a right side and a wrong side.
Tobin: Get over it, Gray. I'm well aware of that! It's just... Well, this could be the last time Alm and Celica see each other. You'd think they'd wanna part on a... less-sour note.
Alm: It's all right, Tobin. I appreciate what you're saying. But this is something for me and Celica to work out on our own. Besides, I'm the leader of the Deliverance now. It wouldn't be right to keep everyone waiting on my own private business.
Tobin: Alm...

(Outside Zofia Castle)
Celica: *sigh*
Mae: Celica! Hey, Celica!
Celica: ...Hmm? I'm sorry, Mae. I was lost in thought. Did you need something?
Mae: Me? Naw, I'm fine like always. But what about YOU?! That guy leading the Deliverance is a friend of yours, right? I know we're in a rush, but surely we had time for you to say good-bye!
Celica: It's fine. That isn't necessary.
Mae: But Celi-
Celica: Mae, I need to reach the Temple of Mila as soon as possible. I know the Mother will reveal a path to save Zofia that doesn't involve violence.
(Celica leaves)
Mae: I dunno about this, Boey... Celica's acting all weird. I wonder what happened?
Boey: Well, can you blame her? I'm sure she's more than a little conflicted. If the Deliverance defeats Desaix and drives the empire back, what next? Zofia will need a ruler, and who better than a boy who cast off tyranny's yoke?
Mae: What?! But Celica's the rightful heir!
Boey: Yeah, but she can't exactly just go and announce that to everyone. If she did, she'd be made to lead the Deliverance effort herself. Believe me, that's the last thing Celica wants right now.
Mae: I hate it when you make sense, Boey. But that just means we have to haul tail to the Temple of Mila! The Earth Mother will know what to do. She'll take care of everything!
Boey: I pray it's truly so simple.

Celica: Once we cross this mountain, we'll finally reach the coast. It's a hard climb, but I know we'll make it.
Masked Knight: Hold.
Celica: Hmm? Who's there?
Masked Knight: ......
Celica: You're the one from before! I'm glad our paths have crossed again. I'd hoped for a chance to properly thank you for helping us.
Masked Knight: I've no use for thanks. I come bearing a warning: proceed no further here.
Celica: What? I must know a reason for this warning.
Masked Knight: The terrain ahead is loose and prone to failure. Additionally, there are still forces in play who would see you harmed. If you must attain the Temple of Mila, strike west through the mountains.
Celica: West? But that's where Alm...
Masked Knight: You have been warned.
(The Masked Knight leaves)
Celica: Wait! Please!
Mae: ...Aaaaaand he's gone. AGAIN. I seriously wanna know who this creepy mask guy is and why he's following us!
Celica: As do I, Mae. But regardless, this makes twice he's aided us.
Boey: And with that dire warning ringing in our ears, what is your plan, milady? Do we follow Mr. Mask's advice and take the western route? That would be quite a detour...
Saber: Do we have any cause to trust this masked fellow in the first place? Sure, he helped us out before, but that's no guarantee of pure motive.
Mae: And what was that bit about "forces in play who would see you harmed"? Is he saying MORE people are going to turn up and try to kidnap Celica?!
Celica: Hmm... No. We continue on as planned. I'm not dismissing what he said, but our purpose cannot brook delay. If we are attacked, I have faith we can prevail. Besides, even the cleverest trap will betray some sign to a watchful eye, so as long as we continue to be vigilant, we'll be all right.

(In the forest nearby)
Arcanist: Hmph. And here she is at last. Do not mistake me for the base fools who came before. My power was bestowed upon me by Jedah himself. Now go, crush the girl and the pitiful insects accompanying her!

(A landslide is caused)
Saber: Waugh! Earthquake?!
Mae: Gah! I c-can't even stand!
Saber: Look out! The cliff is crumbling!
Boey: Oh, you have to be joking! As if anything else could have gone wrong on this blasted adventure!
Celica: Everyone, be careful!
Boey: Celica?! No! Don't come any closer! Milaaaady!

(The Masked Knight rescues her)
Mae: Celica! Are you all right?!
Celica: ...... ...Huh?
Masked Knight: ......
Celica: Why did I suspect I'd see you again?
Masked Knight: Are you unhurt?
Celica: It appears I am... thanks to you. I owe you an apology. You warned me this would happen, and yet I-
Masked Knight: Do not apologize. But stop allowing petty emotion to cloud your judgment. Your choices steer the fates of more than just yourself.
Celica: ...You're right. I can offer no rebuttal.
Masked Knight: Still, there's little sense in turning back when you're almost through. The Zofian coast is just ahead. The road beyond should offer safe passage.
Celica: How can you be certain?
Masked Knight: My prey were kind enough to use magic potent enough to reveal their location.

(The knight leaves)
Celica: Gone again, as sudden as ever. I wish he would at least offer his name.
Mae: Yeah, talk about your shady characters! Still, I s'pose he seems like a decent-enough guy.
Saber: Yeah, well, Mr. Mask seems to enjoy our company. I wager we'll see him again. And you're sure you've got no guess as to who he might be?
Celica: None. I've no allies left in this world, save the ones I travel with now.
Saber: Oof... Didn't mean to sour the mood. Forget I asked.
Celica: It's all right... But back to the matter at hand, the road is well and truly blocked now. I don't think we'll be heading back that way any time soon.
Boey: Then it's a lucky thing we've no need to head that direction.
Celica: Now we couldn't go to aid Alm even if we wanted to...
Boey: Milady?
Celica: It's nothing. We've spent enough time here. Let's press on.

(In Zofia Castle)
Alm: Whoa, what's that sound?
Clive: The ground is unstable around here. There must have been another rock slide. Some distance off, from the sound of it. We've no worry of harm to our men.
Alm: That's good, but...
(A soldier rushes in)
Ally Soldier: A report, sir. A cliff has given way along the eastern ridge. The route to the Zofian coast is blocked.
Alm: The eastern ridge? That's the direction Celica was heading. Oh, Celica. Please be all right.

Northern Zofia Battle

Ally Soldier: Sir Alm! Our scouts have spied Rigelian forces up ahead!
Alm: ...... ...Then the battle begins here.
Lukas: So it seems. The fights ahead will be nothing like our skirmishes in the south. You've wounded Rigel's pride, and they will strike back without mercy. But the spirit of Zofia demands you prevail. There's no turning back now.
Alm: I know.

(Enemy forces ride in, including Fernand)
Fernand: There you are, whelp. I thought you'd never arrive.
Alm: Wait a second...
Clive: Fernand?! You march beneath Rigel's standard now?
Fernand: Does that really surprise you, Clive? You and the Deliverance took all I believed in and trod it into the mire. In Rigel, they still have ideals worth upholding.
Clive: Damn you, Fernand! Listen to yourself!
Fernand: My king is dead. My country fallen. But I'll not hand this land over to you. Now, it is the Rigelian Empire's turn. Lord Berkut shall lead us and unite Valentia under one noble order!
(Fernand clashes with Clive)
Clive: Come to your senses, Fernand! You have always fought for your motherland - for Zofia!
Fernand: Only one of us has lost his senses, Clive.
Clive: What?
Fernand: Allow me to enlighten you. That boy you have been parading around as your new hero? He was never Mycen's grandson.
Clive: What is this folly?
Fernand: ...Oh, I can assure you it is no folly. My source has known Sir Mycen for years. The old knight has no family. Heh. Perhaps he made some orphan his ward so he wouldn't have to die alone.
Clive: You lie... And yet there is the matter of what the old man at the castle said...
Fernand: Ha ha ha! Oh, Clive. You've become the very picture of absurdity. Once you were a man to whom the lineage of our noble houses meant all. But now you take for your future king a boy you don't know from a gutter rat!
Clive: ......

(The battle begins)
Alm: Who are those women?
Lukas: Those would be witches. They are women who've offered their wills and souls to Rigel's patron god, Duma. He gave them command of vast magic, but little else of who they were remains. Their tale is a sad one, but hardly unusual in a land so hungry for power.
Alm: That's terrible... If Rigel occupies Zofia, her people could be subjected to the same fate... I won't let that happen!

Zakson enters combat

Zakson: You don't look half as scared as you ought. Don't you value your lives? It's time you had the fear of death put back into you!

Zakson is defeated

Zakson: No... I'll not surrender... Not like... this...

Fernand enters combat

Fernand: Come at me. Surely you detestable vermin don't think you can stand against a true nobleman?

Fernand is defeated

Fernand: Nnngh... I have... no choice... I must fall back... and rejoin Lord Berkut in the main force...

(Once the battle ends)
Alm: We've emerged victorious, but... the survivors will be making their way back to the main force. We can't rest on our laurels now. Wouldn't you agree, Clive?
Clive: ...Hmm? Oh, yes. Quite.
Alm: What is it? You look shaken. ...Oh, right. Forgive me. You and Fernand were good friends.
Clive: No, it's not that... Well, it's not JUST that... In any case, it's nothing you need trouble yourself with. If you'll excuse me.
(Clive walks away)
Alm: What's with him?

Forest Crossroads Battle

Lukas: A moment please, Alm. I have a fresh report from our scouts. Apparently, the enemy's main force has retreated west through the forest. But before we give chase, we should deal with Desaix. It wouldn't be wise to pass him by while his fortress lies in reach.
Alm: All right, that makes sense. But listen, Lukas... Do you know anything about the Rigelian general Fernand mentioned? Berkut, I believe it was?
Lukas: Lord Berkut, yes. I am no stranger to the rumors, at least. They say he is about your age. A talented young general of royal blood... It's no wonder Fernand is so smitten with him.
Alm: Yeah... Does it really matter so much where you're born or who your father was?
Lukas: I beg your pardon?
Alm: Oh- sorry, I was just... I don't mean to speak ill of nobles or anything.
Lukas: Well, I should hope not. Your own grandfather was a count, after all.
Alm: Yeah, I know, but...
Clive: ...... Enough of this talk. Alm, beyond this forest lies a great army - you shouldn't trouble yourself with anything but the battles ahead.
Alm: You're right, Clive. I apologize.
Clive: ......

(Fernand and Berkut approach the Deliverance)
Berkut: As I live and breathe... The Deliverance! Well, this is simply delightful.
Alm: Huh?! Fernand! And who's this?
Berkut: My name is Berkut. I am nephew to His Majesty Emperor Rudolf.
Alm: So here he is...
Berkut: Alm, was it? I must say, I was most impressed by the battle at Zofia Castle. I nearly mistook that motley band of rustics you were leading for an army.
Clive: What are you doing here? Your main force has retreated.
Fernand: Lord Berkut longs for sport and wishes to test your might.
Berkut: I've gone too long without fighting and felt I needed a spot of practice. Now then... do try to make this little exercise worth my time!
Alm: Gods, he's charging right at us!

(Berkut starts fighting Alm)
Berkut: Hah! What's the matter, farmboy? Afraid you won't land a single blow?
Alm: The name is Alm - not "farmboy."
Berkut: Oh, my mistake. Wait a second... That mark on your left hand... Where did that come from?
Alm: What do you care?! Are you here to fight or not?
Berkut: No... It cannot be the Brand. Not on one as unremarkable as you. It must be false. Just like its bearer!

(The battle begins)

Fernand enters combat

Fernand: I needn't test you as Lord Berkut does. I already know how pathetic you are!

Fernand is defeated

Fernand: Careless... But next time will be different.

Berkut enters combat

Berkut: Come then! Are you going to entertain me or not?

Berkut is defeated

Berkut: They're stronger than I thought... But no... I came here to be entertained, not to give up my life.

(Once the battle ends)
Alm: I'm not quite sure how we just pulled that off... There were only three of them - how did they give us so much trouble?
Clive: Rigel may be stronger than I first believed... What if this IS a mistake?
Alm: Did you say something, Clive?
Clive: ...It was nothing. Come, we must plan our siege of Desaix's fortress. An ally of ours is being held there, and we must rescue her.
Alm: ...You're talking about Mathilda, right? I heard what happened. She's... special to you, isn't she?
Clive: She is. We promised to share a future together. And because of that promise, she has suffered for far too long. It relieves me to know she will soon be free of this burden.
Alm: I'm glad to hear it. And you know I'll do everything I can to help!
Clive: Thank you, Alm.

Forest Village

(Alm examines the area)
Alm: This village is so hidden away, it almost feels forsaken. There's a barricade by the entrance. They must be wary of outsiders.
(Alm examines the left orange tree)
Alm: I'm surprised these branches haven't snapped from all the fruit.
(Alm examines the right orange tree)
Alm: So much fruit! I wonder if anyone would mind if... *munch* Oh, that's good.
(Alm examines the second right orange tree)
Alm: Fruit trees are the best. I mean, who doesn't like free fruit?
(Alm examines the left stockade)
Alm: Well, if you wanted to build a wall, you're living in the right place.
(Alm examines the right stockade)
Alm: The wall seems sturdy, but it wouldn't last long if someone set it ablaze.

Woman: You're too late! Ain't nothin' left for you in this village. We never made trouble for no one. Honored the old laws, we did. But Desaix and them Rigelian brutes raided and pillaged us all the same! You're with the Deliverance, ain't ya? Then think kindly on us when ya give that dastard Desaix what's comin'!

(Alm goes to the square)

(Alm examines the area)
Alm: These forest villages all have a very specific scent. *sniff* Mmm... Piney... The people here seem tense - the raids on the village have left them on edge.
(Alm examines the well)
Alm: The well looks clear, but the water level is lower than you'd like it to be.

Peddler: Ah, good day. If you didn't know, I am a traveling merchant. My packs are heavy, but I yet have room to deliver a single item if you wish it. Just give me a name, and I'll see they receive it with all speed.
(Alm gives him an item)
Peddler: Many thanks.
(The item gets warped to Celica's convoy)

Old Timer: Luthier and Delthea descend from the founder of our village, so they do. She was a mage, one who was said to be the champion Zofia's finest disciple. For generations, children in their family have been born with a gift for magic, though only those in our village and the late king knew of it. So what fool told those damned Rigelians? *sigh*

Luthier: *gasp* You there! You're with the Deliverance, are you not?
Alm: I am. Who are you?
Luthier: My name is Luthier. Merely a humble mage from a humble village. On this day, however, I cry your aid, for my younger sister is in trouble!
Alm: What happened?
Luthier: First of all, you should know that my sister is named Delthea. She possesses magical potential beyond that of any in our village. One of Rigel's arcanists, Tatarrah, caught wind of this and kidnapped her. He's using his powers to control her and make her guard the northern sluice. They plan to block the sluice until it collapses and Zofia is flooded.
Alm: What?! But that would be catastrophic!
Luthier: Indeed it would. Surely you're planning to stop them, correct? If so, I ask that you also rescue my sister. I'll even go with you if you like. If we defeat Tatarrah, that will release his hold on her.
(Luthier joins the army)

(If Alm refuses Luthier)
Luthier: Your decisions are your business. See to your own desires, then. I will be here if you find your mind changed.

(If Alm talks to Luthier after refusing him)
Luthier: So... Will you let me accompany you or no?

(Alm moves to House 1)

(Alm examines the area)
Alm: All the homes are damaged... This has Desaix written all over it. They've done what they can to patch the village up and keep living.
(Alm examines the orange tree)
Alm: At least this tree seems to be blissfully free of the chaos.

Young Woman: Desaix's men come here without pause to raid, pillage, and upend our lives. One of their more wicked knights even made off with some poor lass! And now the empire is trying to start a flood and put half of Zofia to ruin. *sigh* Will we never have peace?

Young Man: Are you with the Deliverance? I'm afraid I have some ill news. One of the enemy soldiers mentioned a female knight they're holding captive. Desaix plans to put her to death soon as an example to others...
Clive: What?! They intend to execute Mathilda?!
Young Man: I fear so, good sir knight. If she's dear to you, you'd best march on his fortress before it's too late.

(Alm moves to House 2)

(Alm examines the area)
Alm: Look at this damage... I've no doubt Desaix bears responsibility. It can't be easy to keep living here, but they've repaired what they could.

(Alm moves to the smithy)

(Alm examines the area)
Alm: Oh, that forge is warm. Mmm... Yeah, that feels nice. The smells of fuel and iron and sweat color the sweltering air.
(Alm examines the forge)
Alm: Probably best not to touch the flaming hot coals, Alm.

(Alm tries to leave the Forest Village)
Clive: Alm, a moment?
Alm: What is it?
Clive: It's about that young man Luthier's sister. Is it truly wise for us to get involved? An army of arcanists awaits us - how are we to protect one village maiden?
Alm: Mmm... I understand your reasoning, but...
Clive: Forgive me if I am out of place. I do not mean to question your leadership. But the purpose of the Deliverance is not to save one girl at a time, correct? Sometimes we must examine a situation more dispassionately.
Alm: ...... Suppose it wasn't a village maiden. Suppose it was a princess or some noble daughter. Then would you go save her?
Clive: Well... That's hardly the same thing.
Alm: It's exactly the same thing. Look, I know I can't save everyone, and that I'll have to make hard choices. But those choices can't ever be based on the station of a person's birth. I thought you felt the same.
Clive: I... I do.
Alm: Then humor me this time. Because I'm going to need your sword.
Clive: ......

Siege of Desaix's Fortress

Fernand: Mathilda...
Mathilda: Fernand? What are you doing here? Have you come to rescue me?!
Fernand: No, milady. I fear I no longer serve the Deliverance.
Mathilda: What? What do you mean?
Fernand: Exactly as I said. Sadly, Clive and I no longer share the same ideals. I have sworn my lance instead to Lord Berkut of the Rigelian Empire.
Mathilda: The general who leads our enemies? Has madness taken you?! A lance sworn to him is a lance through my heart. Don't you care about Zofia?
Fernand: Zofia? You mean the proud kingdom whose riches fell to wild and ignorant savages? Zofia is dead to me. I have buried her and will not look back.
Mathilda: How can you say such a thing, Fernand? You and Clive were like brothers. It's not too late to fix this. Return to the Deliverance! I know Clive would welcome you back with open arms.
Fernand: ...With you by my side, I might have chosen differently.
Mathilda: Fernand?
Fernand: What is done is done. ...Desaix intends to put you to death. It won't be long now.
Mathilda: *gasp*
Fernand: On the morrow, I depart for Rigel at Lord Berkut's side. Farewell, Mathilda.
(Fernand leaves)
Mathilda: Fernand, wait!

(The battle begins)
Enemy Soldier: Chancellor! The rebels have reached the fortress!
Desaix: And damn them for it. Why can't that Clive see reason? He would sooner have me kill his woman than lay down arms? The obstinate fool! Ah, well. It seems she is of no further use to me. ...Archers! Kill that wench in the cage, but do it slowly. I want her suffering to last.

Desaix enters combat

Desaix: It seems I vastly misestimated you. I'll grant you that. But today you vermin will die at my hands!

Desaix is defeated

Desaix: Damn you, Mycen... You think to... hand Zofia over to Rudolf's pup...? T-traitorous dastard...!

(Once the battle ends)
Tobin: We did it, Alm! Desaix is finished!
Alm: Yeah...
Tobin: Huh? What's wrong? I thought you'd be thrilled.
Alm: I AM thrilled, but... Desaix's dying words have been troubling me. Something about my grandfather and Emperor Rudolf.
Tobin: Huh? You sure you're not imagining things? What would Sir Mycen and the Rigelian emperor have to do with each other?
Alm: That's what concerns me. Something's been bothering me lately. Something I can't shake. It feels like every victory I secure takes me one step further from Zofia.
Tobin: Ha! Am I allowed to point out that that's literally what's happening? We're a long way from Ram Village, kid. Look, I'm worried too. About my family, about everyone else we left behind... I miss them all terribly, so I get that you're homesick. But that's okay, Alm.
Alm: Thanks, but... I'm afraid that's not what this is, Tobin. This is... different. *sigh*

(At the western sluice gate)
Tatarrah: Desaix has fallen... It is but a matter of time until the Deliverance reaches the sluice gate. Your moment to shine has come, my dear Delthea.
Delthea: ......
Tatarrah: That traitor is certainly proving himself useful... Heh heh heh...

Desaix's Fortress Interior

(Alm examines the entrance area)
Alm: The fortress is well built, and Desaix clearly isn't averse to excess. It's pretty tidy for a supply room. Usually stuff would be all over the floor.
(Alm examines the weapons)
Alm: The survivors threw down their weapons when they surrendered. ...Smart.
(Alm examines the urn)
Alm: Must be easy to furnish a castle when you plunder most of it.
(Alm examines the carpet)
Alm: The patterns on that carpet make me dizzy if I stare at them too long.
(Alm examines the first painting)
Alm: Okay, this is pretty impressive.
(Alm examines the second painting)
Alm: I'm not usually much for art, but this is really nice.
(Alm examines the third painting)
Alm: I bet Grandfather would like to have this in his house...

Soldier: The Rion Shield? No, I ain't seen it. But I hear that Desaix sold off some of his plunder to Grieth.

(Alm moves to the war room)

(Alm examines the area)
Alm: I take it this is the war room. This is quite the decorating job. Desaix had expensive tastes...
(Alm examines the left bookshelves)
Alm: Maybe he has a comic hidden away somewhere...
(Alm examines the right bookshelves)
Alm: Book on politics... Magic... Couple of sagas... This is quite the collection.
(Alm examines the painting)
Alm: It's a painting of Zofia Castle. Nice, I suppose, if that's your thing.
(Alm examines the elaborate chest)
Tobin: Whoa, look at this. Hey, Alm!
Alm: You find something, Tobin?
Tobin: I sure did. Feast your eyes on this baby! You think this is the treasure Desaix stole from Zofia Castle?
Alm: Well... it certainly looks important. Should we open it?
(They open it)
Tobin: Whooooooa! Check the sword! That is one impressive piece of hardware! I'm just gonna- Hng...! Whu... Huh? This thing weighs a ton! It won't... budge...
Lukas: This must be the Royal Sword of Zofia.
Alm: What's that?
Lukas: Long ago, Rigel presented this sword to Zofia as a symbol of friendship. It's a very special treasure - only one of royal blood can lift it.
Alm: Hmm... Interesting. Here, Tobin - let me have a go at it.
Tobin: You?! Pfft, please. If I can't lift it, there's no way that- Huh?!
(Alm easily lifts the sword)
Alm: Sometimes I don't get you, Tobin. This thing's light as a feather. Was this all some kind of jape? Who put you up to this?
Tobin: But... but it wasn't a jape! Zero japes! I thought my arms would snap just trying to lift it!
Alm: Hmm. But that means...
Lukas: By the gods... You can wield the Royal Sword! ...Hmm, what DOES that mean? Alm, are you...
Alm: ...... O-oh, come on. It's just some legend. You don't actually BELIEVE it, right? I'm sure everyone can use this thing! Well, except Tobin. And... um... Look, I'm sure the Zofian royals made up a story to keep folks from nicking it.
Lukas: ...Well, that didn't exactly work out now, did it? But perhaps you're right. Tales do have a habit of getting taller with time. Either way, it seems clear the blade belongs with you.
Alm: Are you sure? I mean, we could have other people give it a shot.
Lukas: It wouldn't work. You alone seem able to tame this legend. And we wouldn't want to see so fine a treasure wasted, would we? Take it.
Alm: Well... all right...
(Alm receives the Royal Sword)

(Alm moves to the dungeon)

(Alm examines the area)
Alm: This is a bit more spacious than your average jail cell. Those windows let in more light than you usually find in a jail.
(Alm examines the table)
Alm: Table for the guards to drink and play cards, I imagine.
(Alm examines the junk)
Alm: Guess they were done working for the day. ...Or maybe forever.

(If Mathilda survived the battle - Alm opens the door to Mathilda's cell)
Clive: Mathilda!
Mathilda: *gasp* Clive! Oh, how I have missed you, my sweet Clive!
Clive: Forgive me, Mathilda. I should never have left you to suffer for so long. Speak now your loathing for me, and I will gladly bear it all. Mathilda: Oh, stop your nonsense. You did what any commander ought. Your judgment was sound. And I bear the blame for my capture, not you. I was careless. So let us speak no more of blame.
Clive: As you wish.
Mathilda: Good. Now, I wonder what comes next...
Clive: What indeed...
Alm: ......
Gray: What a woman! Yowza! ...Um, Alm? You're blushing.
Alm: Wh-what? No I'm not!
Mathilda: Ah. You must be Alm.
Alm: Y-yes, milady.
Mathilda: I would not be alive if not for your fine leadership. I thank you from the bottom of my heart, Alm. And with your permission, I wish to take up arms at your side. Will you have me?
(Mathilda joins the army)

(If Mathilda is alive and was recruited here)
Mathilda: I saw Fernand. He visited me in my cell the other day.
Clive: I see. Then you know what has transpired.
Mathilda: Yes. It feels like a different age when the three of us started the Deliverance. Though we were once brethren, we now must come to blows.
Clive: ...... I wish I could stand by my choices, unwavering. I have always done what I thought to be right, even when my heart disagreed. But now I must face cold reality.
Mathilda: What do you mean?
Clive: I may have made a terrible error.
Alm: Huh? What are you talking about?
Clive: ......
Gray: Oh no. No, no, no. We're not going down THAT old road now. Don't you dare say that making Alm the Deliverance's leader was a mistake. We've been through way too much to start in with second-guessing now!
Tobin: Yeah! I mean, I know you lost a dear friend, and that you're hurting. But don't take it out on Alm. He's been doing as good a job as anyone!
Alm: Would you all please calm down?
Tobin: But Alm-
Alm: Clive is clearly privy to some information he can't share with us. Am I right, Clive?
Clive: Alm, please...
Alm: You've been acting strange for a while now. Whatever secret you're harboring, I know it weighs heavy on you. I've been scared to broach the subject because I could sense it was about me.
Clive: ......
Alm: But if nothing else, I want you to know this... I will always be grateful for the trust you have placed in me, and I will be honored for each moment I can fight for the Deliverance. ...You know, a friend once confronted me about this. She wanted to know why a nobody like me would risk so much to fight. The answer was, I just wanted to make a difference in people's lives. I HAD to leave Ram Village. It was just a matter of when. When Lukas came to the village, that was my "when." Don't you see? Every one of you has set my life moving in ways I never imagined. I want to repay that kindness. Clive, Lukas, Mathilda - let me help you. Let me help Fernand.
Clive: Fernand? But he has insulted you at every step.
Alm: Oh, I'm well aware. And I can't claim to understand his motivations for all of that. But he helped you and Mathilda found the Deliverance, didn't he? He's part of the reason we've come this far. So he deserves my respect, no matter how he's treated me in the past. If he returns to the Deliverance, I'll gladly welcome him back.
Clive: You would do such? I cannot speak for Fernand, but... Thank you, Alm.

(If Mathilda died)
Alm: Clive, I'm... I'm so sorry about Mathilda. I couldn't save her. I didn't have what it takes.
Clive: ...No. You did not.
Alm: Huh?
Clive: You have ruined everything! First you cost me my best friend, and now the woman I love is dead! Is that what you would have me say?! ...It will not close these wounds.
Alm: Look, I'm...
Clive: ...... I wish I could stand by my choices, unwavering. I have always done what I thought to be right, even when my heart disagreed. But now I must face cold reality. I may have made a terrible error.
Alm: What are you talking about, Clive?
Gray: Oh no. No, no, no. We're not going down THAT old road now. Don't you dare say that making Alm the Deliverance's leader was a mistake. We've been through way too much to start in with second-guessing now!
Tobin: Yeah! I mean, I know you lost so much, and that you're hurting. But don't take it out on Alm. He's been doing as good a job as anyone!
Clair: The two boys will hold their tongues! My brother will not be subjected to your abuses!
Tobin: Ah...
Clair: You are a loathsome cad, Gray. As are you, Tobin. Clive has just lost someone dear to his heart. If you possessed hearts yourselves, you would leave him in peace to grieve!
Tobin: B-but...
Alm: Would you all please calm down?
Tobin: But Alm-
Alm: Clive is clearly privy to some information he can't share with us. Am I right, Clive?
Clive: Alm, please...
Alm: You've been acting strange for a while now. Whatever secret you're harboring, I know it weighs heavy on you. I've been scared to broach the subject because I could sense it was about me.
Clive: ......
Alm: But if nothing else, I want you to know this... I will always be grateful for the trust you have placed in me, and I will be honored for each moment I can fight for the Deliverance. ...You know, a friend once confronted me about this. She wanted to know why a nobody like me would risk so much to fight. The answer was, I just wanted to make a difference in people's lives. I HAD to leave Ram Village. It was just a matter of when. When Lukas came to the village, that was my "when." I want to repay that kindness. Clive, Lukas - let me help you. Let me help Fernand.
Clive: Fernand? But he has insulted you at every step.
Alm: And I can't claim to understand his motivations for all of that. But he helped you and Mathilda found the Deliverance, didn't he? He's part of the reason we've come this far. So he deserves my respect, no matter how he's treated me in the past. If he returns to the Deliverance, I'll gladly welcome him back.
Clive: You would do such? ...Pray forgive me, Alm. I withdraw my words from before. But there are yet matters I need time to consider.
Alm: Take all the time you need.

Second Battle of Zofia Forest

Lawson enters combat

Lawson: Zofian dullards... I'll dismantle you limb by limb!

Lawson is defeated

Lawson: So this is the end... Forgive me, sire...

Sylvan Shrine

Alm: Just imagine how many generations these massive ruins have stood witness to. The dusty air carries more than the scent of broken, rusty iron; it's like I'm breathing in centuries of history. And yet, I can see the signs of men of ill intent having come and gone with no regard for the place at all.

(Alm inspects the writing on a wall before receiving the quest from Merchant's Wife in the Forest Village)
"Something is written on the wall, but it doesn't seem important."

(Alm inspects that writing after receiving the aforementioned quest)
"I wanted to buy a doll for my daughter before she was born, but while hurrying home to my village in the forest, I was taken captive by the arcanist Tatarrah. They say his prisoners are carted off to the abode of that unspeakable creature of the dark, Nuibaba. Forgive me, my dearest wife! I fear I may never see you again."

(Alm reaches the Mila Statue and talks to the Girl)
Girl: Aaah! Oh, it was so awful!
(She runs off)

(Alm examines the area)
Alm: I find places like this to be intense. Almost... frightening, in an odd way.
(Alm examines the Mila Idol)
Alm: A statue of the Mother.

Forest Northside Battle

Gazelle enters combat

Gazelle: You have taken your last step in this realm. Now prepare to visit the next!

Gazelle is defeated

Gazelle: To die at the hands of worthless vermin... How shameful...

(After the battle, in Rigel)
Rudolf: Back so soon, Berkut?
Berkut: Sire, I was merely-
Rudolf: Are the tales true? You challenged the Deliverance for sport and lost?
Berkut: ...Forgive me, Uncle. They proved to be more skilled than I first imagined.
Rudolf: Hmm...
Jedah: What a most distressing turn of events. Our own Lord Berkut, broken by a band of farmers and cowhands. Did you mean to drag your knights' honor through the dung whilst playing?
Berkut: Hold your tongue! You are a servant to our house, and you dare insult Rigel's finest? It's far more sensible for clods such as you to stay cowering in your robes.
Jedah: You forget that we answer to none but Duma, father of all Rigel. Though I may be a servant, it is certainly not to you. We shall see who cowers in the end.
Berkut: What are you implying?
Jedah: Emperor Rudolf, allow me to put your heart at ease. It is true that the Deliverance is nearing the sluice gate at our border. However, it is guarded by Tatarrah, one of the Duma Faithful's finest arcanists. And as I understand it, he has come across a most interesting toy. I have the utmost faith he will make short work of those rebels.
Berkut: ...Sire!
Rudolf: What now, Berkut?
Berkut: Tatarrah may yet fail. Permit me to take my men to the border. If the Deliverance does break past the sluice, they must reckon with me!
Rudolf: Mmm...
Berkut: This time, I will smash their puny rebellion once and for all. I swear it! You must give me one last chance!
Rudolf: ...Very well. If they try to set foot on our land, they are to pay dearly. Am I understood?
Berkut: Yes, Uncle. Sire!
Jedah: What silliness. The rebels will be dead long before they reach the border. Heh heh heh...
Berkut: *grumble*

Rinea: Oh!
Berkut: Urgh...
Rinea: Berkut, my lord. Have you finished your report to the emperor?
Berkut: Yes. We march for the border.
Rinea: Again? But we only just returned home.
Berkut: It was my choice - I had to beg the emperor for a chance at redemption. All because of that maggot, Alm! Because of him, I had to sit there while that snake Jedah spat venom at me... I will make him pay for this disgrace a hundredfold!
(Nuibaba appears)
Nuibaba: Why, Lord Berkut. What grieves you?
Berkut: Ugh, Nuibaba. Not you...
Nuibaba: These halls have been dark without your unique fire to light them, my lord. I shall treasure this meeting when I return to my post on Fear Mountain. Master Jedah honors me. ...Yet I hear he has not done the same for you. Perhaps because of your... embarrassing loss at the hands of those rebel scum?
Berkut: You Faithful are in dire need of a lesson on how to speak to nobility.
Nuibaba: And I am certain you would be a most fearsome teacher. Regardless, you wrong me, Lord Berkut. I merely wish to aid you.
Berkut: Heh. How could YOU help ME? All of you claw at the heels of your god while ignoring his first teaching. He wished for men to be strong! Not a pack of supplicating fools.
Nuibaba: So you do not need our power? ...I see. Then I pray you fare well in your battle at the border. For should you lose... well, I doubt your uncle would give you a third chance. Or is this the fourth?
Berkut: ......
Nuibaba: For all your stubborn words, you have some wisdom. You have seen what the Faithful are capable of in battle. I know it. Father Duma's power is vast, and not to be looked down upon. Lord Jedah even went so far as to offer the Father his own daughters. Yes, it's true - Marla and Hestia both. In turn, the Father rewarded Lord Jedah with incredible magic.
Rinea: His own daughters? How dreadful!
Nuibaba: Do you see now, Lord Berkut? If you would taste of Duma's power, I will conduct the ceremony myself. Come to my abode...
Berkut: ...Never. Victory over Alm would mean nothing if not won by my own hand.
Nuibaba: So prideful! ...Very well. But at least allow me to give you this.
Berkut: What is this? ...A mirror?
Nuibaba: One filled with my sorcery. Of course, I believe you when you say you have no need for such... tricks. But one day you may find yourself cornered and without recourse. If that day comes, shatter the mirror. It shall answer your call.
Berkut: I don't need such baubles...
Nuibaba: Are you certain?
Berkut: ......
Nuibaba: Think of it as a safeguard, if that helps. Something... just in case. May the tides turn in your favor, my lord. Hee hee hee...

Retaking of the Sluice Gate

Alm: So this is the Zofian Sluice Gate... It's massive!
Lukas: Indeed it is. And were it to collapse, the damage would be more massive still.
Alm: Then we need to get it open before it's too late.

Tatarrah: Heh heh... So the Deliverance finally DELIVER themselves to me...
Alm: Are you Tatarrah?
Tatarrah: The one and only. Permit me to introduce my new servant, as well...
(Delthea approaches)
Delthea: ......
Alm: That girl...
Tatarrah: Go, Delthea! Put the fear of Duma back into these faithless fools. Smite them with your aura!
(Delthea attacks Alm)
Alm: Aaah!
Delthea: ENEMIES OF TATARRAH... MUST... DIE.
Clive: Alm, what are you doing? Snap out of it! Strike her down before she ends you!
Alm: No! I promised Luthier I would bring his sister home safe.
Clive: But Alm, you're going to-
Alm: Everyone, stay clear of Delthea's magic! And whatever you do, do NOT kill her! That's an order!

(If Luthier is in the army)
Luthier: Alm! If we eliminate Tatarrah, that should release his hold on my sister. I beg of you - please help her!

Delthea enters combat

Delthea: YOU HAVE DEFIED TATARRAH. I SHALL GIVE YOU DEATH.

Delthea is defeated

Delthea: Ah... What am I... doing here? Luthier, are you there? It... it hurts...

Tatarrah enters combat

Tatarrah: Heh heh heh... You imbeciles think yourselves a match for the mighty Tatarrah? Such a dire misjudgment cannot go uncorrected.

Tatarrah is defeated

Tatarrah: Wh-what...? Impossible... Father Dumaaa... Aaargh...

(Delthea is freed from Tatarrah's control)
Delthea: ...Huh? What am I doing here? Luthieeer! Brother, are you there?
(Delthea warps out of the battlefield)

Sluice Gate Interior

(Alm examines the entrance area)
Alm: This is much bigger inside than I imagined. Our ancestors must have been incredible to build something like this.
(Alm examines the left barrels and crates)
Alm: What are all these supplies for?
(Alm examines the right barrels and crates)
Alm: Look at all the ivy. Clearly no one has been here for a while.

(Alm talks to Delthea - only if she survived the battle and Luthier is in the army)
Delthea: Luthier! Brother!
Luthier: Delthea! Thank heavens you've returned to your senses.
Delthea: Hmm? What's that supposed to mean? Whatever game you're playing, Lu, I won't fall for it this time! ...... Wait, Tatarrah was CONTROLLING me? Eeeeew! I am SO sorry! I must have been a real handful. But I swear I don't remember any of it.
Luthier: It's all right, Delthea. All that matters is that you're safe and back with us.
Delthea: I'm sorry I worried you, Lu. Good thing the Deliverance came along, huh? Yup! Thanks, Deliverance. So if Lu is sticking with you guys, I get to come too, right? I'm pretty darned tough, you know. I'll give all your enemies what-for!
(Delthea joins the army)
Alm: Ha ha. Delthea sure isn't short on energy, is she?
Luthier: I know. She's simply incorrigible. She was spoiled growing up, and now look at her. She just runs amok! I feel your pain...
Alm: Well, I admire how close you are. I never had anything like that. I'm glad you're a team again.
Luthier: It's appreciated, Alm. But there aren't words enough to thank you proper, so I'll speak with action. From here on out, sire, I am your most loyal man.
Alm: Yeah, maybe let's not have any of the whole "sire" thing.
Luthier: Ha ha ha! And why not? You're our king, aren't you?
(Luthier leaves)
Alm: *sigh* I wish Luthier hadn't said that...

(If Alm refuses Delthea)
Delthea: WHAT?! Aw, come on! Why not? Well, don't come crawling back to me later. ...Or, you know, do.

(If Alm talks to Delthea again after refusing her)
Delthea: Aha! I knew it! You need me. ...Say you need me. I wanna hear it!

Clive: Alm?
Alm: Hello, Clive.
Clive: I just wanted to say... Fine work there, rescuing the maiden as you did.
Alm: What's this? Are you maybe, possibly admitting that I did the right thing?
Clive: Heh heh. I am as shocked as you. It appears you are more fit to be king than I will ever be.
Alm: Oh no. Don't YOU start!
Clive: Unlike you, Alm, I have been too willing to put people's lives on the line. I stand by my belief that a commander must put reason before emotion. But failing to rescue Mathilda or my sister was cowardice, not reason. The truth is, I chose not to act for fear it would undermine my authority.
Alm: Stop it, Clive. You're no craven.
Clive: Aren't I? Just look at what you did in my stead. I criticized you roundly for diverting our army to save one person. But you did it anyway because you have something I do not - strength of heart. You understand what is precious and fight for it no matter the cost. I am lucky to have so wise a teacher.
Alm: Clive, I don't know what to say...

(Alm moves to the control room)

(Alm examines the area)
Alm: This is the sluice engine room. It's damp, which will surprise no one. Smells like rust and machine oil. It's actually kind of pleasant.
(Alm examines the supplies)
Alm: The gatekeep has to live off something, I guess.
(Alm examines the table)
Alm: A table and chair for the gatekeep.
(Alm examines the gears)
Alm: These gears are huge! But look at all the rust...

(Alm talks to the Man before Celica opens her side of the sluice gate)
Man: Open the sluice gate? Hah! Impossible! We'd flood the bloody continent. Someone has to open the sluice at the Temple of Mila first.

(Alm talks to the Man after Celica opens her side of the sluice gate)
Man: Now that the temple sluice is open, we can open the gate here as well. ...Still, I do find it curious. Only members of the Zofian royal family can open the sluice at the temple.
Alm: Are you serious?
Man: Makes you wonder if Princess Anthiese is alive after all. Hah! It would make for a fine story, that's for sure! Oh my, yes. Ha ha ha!
(The sluice gate opens)
Alm: Anthiese... Did a member of the royal family really open the gate? Celica, are you...

Celica's route

Zofian Coast Battle

Celica: Ah... Quiet, everyone!
Garth: Heh heh...
Celica: That must be Garth and his men. Probably best to avoid them. Let's go around that way.
Mae: But Celica, look!
Celica: Huh?

Palla: Rgh... More of Grieth's thugs, I take it?
Garth: Well, give the little girl a prize! Yer pretty smart for a foreign lass. In that case, might be ye also know how much coin a pair like you could fetch!
Palla: Catria! Keep your wits about you and do not leave my side!
Celica: It's those sisters!
Mae: Aw, cripes, Celica. What do we do?!
Celica: Well, we sure can't leave them to this rabble. Let's go, everyone!

(The battle begins)

(Garth enters combat)
Garth: Muh? Who're you? Bah, not like it matters. Yer just more merchandise now!
(Garth is defeated)
Garth: H-How...? I've bought'n sold tougher'n this... Uuurrrkk...

(Once all enemies are eliminated, the battle ends)

(If both Palla and Catria survived)
Celica: Thank the Mother we managed to keep those sisters safe... Come now. We'll gain nothing by lingering.
(They leave)
Palla: Wait! We didn't get to properly- *sigh* And they're gone...

(If only Palla or Catria survived)
Celica: It seems only one of those sisters survived... What a terrible fate. If only I were stronger... ...In any case, we must keep moving.

(If neither Palla nor Catria survived)
Celica: Neither of those poor sisters survived... What a terrible fate. If only I were stronger... ...In any case, we must keep moving.

(Celica returns to Zofia Harbor)

Zofia Harbor

Woman: The path to Zofia Castle was blocked during that big earthquake that hit. Sorry to rain on your thatch, but there's nothing for it...

Palla: Oh, good! I was hoping we'd find you. You really saved us back on the coast. We've managed to dig up some additional information since then. Turns out our sister Est is being held by a thief named Grieth. Your strength is beyond reproach. That much is certain... If you're headed to Grieth's citadel, perhaps you'd let us join you?
(Palla joins the army)

(If Celica talked to Catria before Palla)
Palla: I hear you're headed to Grieth's citadel as well. Would you mind if we traveled together?
(Palla joins the army)

(If Celica refuses Palla)
Palla: I see... A shame. Well, if your mind changes, please do let me know.

(If Celica talks to Palla after refusing her)
Palla: Ah, hello. Did you need something? Perhaps you changed your mind about traveling together?

Catria: Ah, there you are. I was hoping I might see you again and get a chance to thank you properly. You saved us on the Zofian coast, and we are greatly in your debt. Are you perchance headed to Grieth's Citadel? It appears my sister Est is being held there. If such are your intentions, perhaps we could travel together.

(If Celica talks to Palla before Catria)
Catria: I see my sister is traveling with you. That's wonderful. I trust it's all right if I accompany you as well?
(Catria joins the army)

(If Celica refuses Catria)
Catria: I see. Well, I'll not doubt your judgment nor your reasons.

(If Celica talks to Catria after refusing her)
Catria: Yes? Did you need assistance? Or perhaps you've decided to take me with you?

Mountain Graveyard Skirmish

Boey: Oh, great... Another graveyard filled with even MORE Terrors...
Mae: Oh, grow a spine already! So what if those guys sprout up like weeds? It's perfect target practice! After this little warm-up, we can storm the Temple of Mila with spells blazin'!
Boey: Why would we want to storm the temple...?

Mountain Village

(Celica examines the entrance)
Celica: This settlement is larger than I'd expected. The cool breeze feels lovely.
(Celica examines the first fence)
Celica: A simple fence of logs and planks. It seems to be damaged in places.
(Celica examines the second fence)
Celica: Crude, but effective. ...Well, if you want to stop rabbits from getting in.
(Celica examines the third fence)
Celica: I do hope this fence isn't their only line of defense.

Young Man: Is it true the Deliverance has retaken Zofia Castle? I worry if so. Oh, everyone talks of chasing out Desaix and the Rigelian Empire... but soon as they have to decide the next king, you know war will come again.

Man: That Grieth is a real piece of work. He gives the orders to every scoundrel and sneak-thief in Zofia. He's attacked this village time and again, and taken all the young folk. There's not a man who would stand up to him, even when the king drew breath.

(Celica moves to the square)

(Celica examines the area)
Celica: This must be the village square. It could use a little upkeep... This place is worn down here and there. It all feels rather sad.
(Celica examines the lumber)
Celica: If they don't get this lumber out of the rain, it will be ruined.
(Celica examines the well)
Celica: The well is simple, but the water appears plentiful and clean.
(Celica examines the collapsed roof)
Celica: Surely someone is going to fix that, right?

Old Timer: To reach the Temple of Mila, cross the valley approach and continue north. The temple's more than just a place of worship for the goddess, you know - it also defends the sluice gate at the kingdom's border. However, the gate opens only to members of the Zofian royal family. With His Highness Lima IV gone, the sluice may lie closed forever...

Young Woman: Have you been to the Dragon Shrine, north of the village? There's a well there whose waters are rumored to revive the dead. But alas, fearsome necrodragons stand watch there, allowing none to pass.

Peddler: Hello there! I'm a traveling peddler of sorts. If there's anything you might like delivered, just give me a shout. I'll see that your item gets to whoever the lucky lad or lass is.

(Celica moves to the House)

(Celica examines the area)
Celica: These houses here have seen their share of years. Things are damaged here and there... In fact, the whole village feels run down.
(Celica examines the house)
Celica: This house must be quite old. It's nearly buried in moss and vines.
(Celica examines the orange tree)
Celica: There's a sad amount of fruit on this tree. Perhaps the birds got to it?

Atlas: I was off fighting on the frontier until a short while ago. Came home to find my village in ruins and my brothers taken by Grieth. I want to tear that thief's head clean off his body! ...But I can't do it alone. Are you lot going to Grieth's stronghold? If so, let me come and have my revenge.
(Atlas joins the army)

(If Celica refuses Atlas)
Atlas: Ah. I see. Well, you have your reasons, I'm sure. Apologies for the sudden request. I'll try my luck alone, if that's what it takes.

(If Celica talks to Atlas again after refusing him)
Atlas: Hm? Changed your mind, did you?

(Celica goes to the smithy)

(Celica examines the area)
Celica: One cannot have weapons without a forge. I find the smell here to be not altogether unpleasant.
(Celica examines the forge)
Celica: The heat of these coals is quite impressive.

Attack on the Desert Stronghold

Wolff enters combat

Wolff: You don't look half as scared as you ought. Don't you value your lives? It's time you had the fear of death put back into you!

Wolff is defeated

Wolff: No... I'll not surrender... Not like... this...

(After the battle, at Grieth's Citadel)
Brigand: Say, boss? I got some... uh... news. Kinda bad, like.
Grieth: ...WELL?! Don't just stand there, idiot! Spit it out!
Brigand: The desert stronghold's been... taken.
Grieth: WHAAAAT?! Was it Deliverance? It was, wasn't it? Those lousy, no-good, dung-eatin'-
Brigand: Actually, it was a girl and her friends. Some kinda priestess or somethin'? Kind of an odd mix if ya ask me. A mercenary, couple'a kid mages-
Grieth: KIDS?! You're tellin' me that Wolff lost to a girl and some CHILDREN?! Who is she? I need information. All of it. GIMME THE GOODS!
Brigand: I got nothin', boss, I'm sorry. All I know is what I told ya. Kid's a priestess, yeah? ...Oh, and she had a mark on her right hand. Er, so whatta we do now, boss? Our men are sayin' she's coming here next! She's gonna come here and kill-
Grieth: Shut up for a second. Did you say she has a mark on her right hand?
Brigand: Y-yeah, boss. That's right.
Grieth: Well, I'll be dipped in hog fat... That's the lass Desaix was searchin' for! That mark is proof a member of the Zofian royal family is still alive! And you say she's headed here now? ...Heh. Haw! BWAAAAA ha ha ha ha! Looks like lady luck finally decided to let me take her to the barn dance! Working with Desaix was good business for a while, but he's finished now. But if I serve that girl up to Rigel on a silver platter... then even if they take over all of Zofia, we'll still be sittin' pretty. Deen! Sonya!
Deen: You called?
Sonya: Did you need something?
Grieth: We're expectin' guests. Some little girl and her merry band of friends. Deen, set up in the northern desert. Sonya, you take the south. I want the girl alive. As for the rest... Well, have some fun. You earned it. ...YA GOT IT?!
Sonya: You don't need to shout, sir. There's nothing wrong with my hearing. If there's nothing else, I'll be going.
Deen: Understood. I'm off as well.
Grieth: Bah! Impudent louts. Still, I s'pose they get the job done. And once they do, I'll have a Zofian princess in my collection. Heh heh... Ha ha ha! BWAAAA HA HA HA HA HA!

Desert Stronghold Interior

(Celica examines the area)
Celica: This hold was built to defend Zofia Castle from threats across the desert. The interior is covered in battle scars. I'd not like to fight in such quarters.
(Celica examines the broken tiles)
Celica: This floor is a disaster. Damaged in combat, I suppose.
(Celica examines the outside)
Celica: The sun outside is relentless.
(Celica examines the left water jugs)
Celica: Water would be one's most precious resource in a place like this.
(Celica examines the right water jugs)
Celica: I wonder if anyone would mind if I took a moment to wash my hair...

Young Woman: Grieth didn't become king of thieves by being a fool. He's a shrewd one. He's been sending Desaix bribes a'plenty to escape justice for his deeds. And his men are no better. The pirate Barth was one such, in fact. I hear there are still captives rotting away in his dungeons. Some have been there for years, poor souls... If there's any way you can help them...

(Celica moves to the war room)

(Celica examines the area)
Celica: Leave it to pirates to have the world's messiest war room. The bone-dry air is blowing sand in through the window.
(Celica examines the left supplies)
Celica: The pirates' possessions. ...Well, to the extent they actually "own" anything.
(Celica examines the right supplies
Celica: A more useless pile of junk I've never seen in my life.

Man: Deen and Sonya are feared for their strength, even among Grieth's men. Deen, a master of the sword, is a flinty loner of a man. And Sonya is a deadly mage. Beautiful, though, if the rumors are true. They also say she was Rigelian, originally...

(Celica moves to the dungeon)

(Celica examines the area)
Celica: The sand's even crept into the dungeon. It's not somewhere I'd like to stay, but the cool air does feel nice.
(Celica examines the crates)
Celica: They've stored all sorts of things here, but nothing I'm interested in.
(Celica examines the table)
Celica: I've never seen so much sand in all my days. How irritating it must be!

(Celica opens the cell door)
Jesse: Whew! You really saved the day. Thanks a million. Name's Jesse, by the by. I'm just your average garden-variety merc. So I spotted this girl at the port of Zofia. Real cute, ya know? Anyway, then I hear she's about to get sold off as a slave! You believe that? Well, I don't let ladies get sold into slavery on my watch! No sir! So I up and chased after her, and wound up getting caught. Turns out trying to take on a group of slavers single-handed is a terrible idea. Anyway, that's my story - what's yours? You're all traveling together, yeah? Looks like a real fun group. Don't suppose you got room for one more?
(Jesse joins the army)
Celica: Jesse, you're familiar with this area, are you not? We're headed to Grieth's Citadel, and the way seems perilous. Could we ask you to guide us there?
Jesse: Grieth's Citadel?! Er, look. You seem smart and capable and all, but... I wouldn't recommend it. His payroll's a veritable who's who of Zofia's nastiest thugs. And no matter how tough you are, I don't like those odds.
Celica: But there must be some way.
Jesse: Hrrrrmm... Maybe ask the Deliverance? They're nuts. They might be up for it. They chased off Desaix, didn't they? ...Which is actually pretty impressive.
Celica: The Deliverance force marches west to the border to fight the Rigelian army.
Jesse: Do they now? Well, that's optimistic. I guess that means you're out of luck.
Celica: *sigh*
Jesse: Aw, c'mon. Don't give me that look! Damsel-in-distress types slay me. Just break my heart. I mean, not that you're a damsel or anything, but... Hmm... Well, I suppose there is one thing you might try...
Celica: And what's that?
Jesse: Deen and Sonya. Two of Grieth's best. They're a tough lot, but it's not loyalty that keeps them in Grieth's service. I don't know the specifics, but it's clear they've their own ambitions. They guard his citadel from the north and south ends of the desert. Break through one, and you'll have a clear path to move on Grieth. Whichever you fight, the other won't go out of their way to chase you down. ...Er, probably.
Boey: Hey, hold on...
Jesse: Like I said, going up against Grieth's entire force at once is suicide. But knock out Deen or Sonya and focus on Grieth and his men at the citadel? Well then, you might just have yourself a chance.
Boey: And if you're wrong and they chase us down while swearing bloody revenge?
Jesse: Yowza. Yeah, in that case, I'm guessing you're probably dead.
Boey: The fact you've worked as a mercenary this long staggers the imagination.
Jesse: Aw shucks, you little flatterer! That's sweet of you to say. Look, your ultimate goal is getting to the Temple of Mila, right? So this thing with Grieth is just a bit of... what? Community service? That's admirable, but think long and hard before you make the trip.
Celica: ......

(If Celica refuses Jesse)
Jesse: Oh yeah? Well, that's a shame. I won't take it personal, though. Come on back if you change your mind.

(If Celica talks to Jesse again after refusing him)
Jesse: Hm? What's up? Decide you want to deal me in on the fun after all?

Northern Desert Battle

Deen enters combat

Deen: Nothing personal, but I have to kill you. I promise to make it fast.

Deen is defeated

Deen: Rgh... I've too much left... undone...

Southern Desert Battle

Celica: Who are those women?
Saber: Ugh... Witches.
Celica: What?
Saber: This whole thing is a bit outta my realm of expertise, but apparently offering up your soul to Duma buys you enormous magic power. Problem is, you basically turn into a living-husk sort of... thing.
Celica: That's horrific!
Saber: It's also why the empire's so strong. I'm sure the Deliverance has its hands full.
Celica: Alm...

Sonya enters combat

Sonya: Naughty children. You ought never have made an enemy of Grieth. Still, this is mere business for my part. No hard feelings, I pray.

Sonya is defeated

Sonya: It seems... today is the day... my star... goes out...

Attack on Grieth's Citadel

Brigand: Grieth! Boss! That girl and her band of idiots are here!
Grieth: Grargh! What the hell are the rest of the men DOING?! I need 'em here to FIGHT!
Brigand: Um, it doesn't look like they're moving, boss.
Grieth: WHAT?! ...Dammit! So I've been betrayed, have I? Gah! Fine. Just... fine! I'll just go out there and crush this stupid girl ALL BY MYSELF!

Grieth: Well, lookie here - it's Zofia's crown princess! Ain't you just FANCY!
Celica: How... Who told you that?
Grieth: Well, lemme think a second... Who could it have been? You know what? It don't matter. Fact is, I owe you my thanks. While you royals were lounging about ignoring your own kingdom, I was becoming a VERY RICH MAN! You people turned Zofia into a place where only the strong survive. Hell, now it's the spitting image of Rigel itself, doncha think?
Celica: You may think yourself something fine... but your days as a predator are done.

Grieth enters combat

Grieth: Oh, Yer Highness... My kingdom my fall today... but I'm gonna DRAG YOU ALL TO HELL WITH ME!

Grieth is defeated

Grieth: You didn't... win nothin'... There's gonna be... another me... There's always... another... me...

Grieth's Citadel Interior

(If Atlas is in the army)
Celica: Atlas! Did you manage to find your brothers?
Atlas: Yeah, they're safe. Everyone's safe. You're our savior, m'lady! From this point on, I am yours to command. You just say the word. Now, want me to bust the skulls of any of Grieth's men we might'a missed?
Celica: N-no, that's... Thank you, Atlas, but I don't think that'll be necessary. Why don't you go spend some time with your family instead?
Atlas: You sure? ...Well, all right. I'll do whatever you think's best.

(Celica examines the entrance area)
Celica: The records say this hold was built nearly two hundred years ago. The drastic temperature shifts of the desert must take a toll on buildings.
(Celica examines the water jugs)
Celica: Water is a critical commodity here in the desert. ...Well, and everywhere.
(Celica examines the crumbling wall)
Celica: The maintenance bill for this place must be astronomical.
(Celica examines the weapons)
Celica: Who leaves weapons lying on the floor? Really, people! Buy a hook!

(Celica moves to the war room)

(Celica examines the area)
Celica: I expect those thieves spent most of their time in this room. Augh! Sand just blew through the window and right into my eye!
(Celica examines the left supplies)
Celica: Quite the store of supplies. All stolen, no doubt.
(Celica examines the right supplies)
Celica: It seems the life of a thief can be rather lucrative at times.
(Celica examines the left crumbling wall)
Celica: These walls are crumbling. I guess they never bothered with repairs.
(Celica examines the crumbling wall on the floor)
Celica: This wall is starting to come down.
(Celica examines the right crumbling wall)
Celica: This wall seems ready to collapse at any moment. ...Perhaps I'll step away.

(Celica talks to Deen - only if his map was not played)
Deen: You Celica?
Celica: I am. And you are...?
Deen: Deen. I worked under Grieth. The northern desert was my watch.
Celica: Ah, so you're Deen. We owe you thanks. Had you pursued us, we couldn't have defeated Grieth. Your restraint was much appreciated.
Deen: Heh. Quite the gamble. Fortunately, it paid off. ...You've got stones, little one. I like leaders with stones. What say I throw in my lot with you?
(Deen joins the army)

(If Celica refuses Deen)
Deen: Figures. Well, I won't force you.

(If Celica talks to Deen again after refusing him)
Deen: You here to ask for a hand?

(Celica talks to Sonya - only if her map was not played)
Sonya: My goodness. You really are but a child.
Celica: I'm sorry, who are you?
Sonya: Sonya. I assume you've at least heard the name?
Celica: Ah, so that's you. We owe you thanks. Had you pursued us, we couldn't have defeated Grieth. Your restraint was much appreciated.
Sonya: I get the feeling you knew all along that's how I would react. Quite the clever one, aren't you? ...It's a bit infuriating. Still, I'll wager your friends are seldom bored. Maybe I'll just have to join up and see. If there's room for one more, that is? I'm certain you won't regret it.
(Sonya joins the army)

(If Celica refuses Sonya)
Sonya: Right. All full up. Well, don't come running back to me if you regret it later.

(If Celica talks to Sonya again after refusing her)
Sonya: You came running back after all. I told you not to do that. Hmm... I wonder if this is really such a great idea.

(Celica moves to Dungeon 2)

(Celica examines the area)
Celica: This must be the dungeon. It's dark, but at least the air feels dry. I'm shocked those rusty bars are still in one piece.
(Celica examines the crates)
Celica: This is a rather dull pile of junk, as such things go.
(Celica examines the table)
Celica: Well, function over fashion, I suppose.

(Celica opens the cell door)
Irma: I owe you thanks beyond measure for saving me. My name is Irma, and I serve at the Temple of Mila. ...Or did, I suppose. In truth, this place has been my only home for many a long year. I fear greatly what may have transpired at the temple...
Celica: So you're an attendant to Mila? Interesting... We're actually making our way to the temple right now.
Irma: Is that so? Then might I ask- By the Mother! Are you...? No, you couldn't be...
Celica: Er, I'm sorry?
Irma: Ah... F-forgive me. It's just that you bear a striking resemblance to Lady Liprica.
Celica: Liprica? That's... my mother's name.
Irma: Then it's true! You're her! You're Princess Anthiese! Mila be praised, you're alive!
Celica: Are you saying you know my mother?! Please, you... you must tell me anything you can about her. I never had a chance to know her, you see...
Irma: It would be an honor, Your Highness. Where shall I begin...? Like myself, Lady Liprica was a sister in the service of Mother Mila. But all that ended once King Lima's royal procession arrived at the temple. Lady Liprica's beauty caught his eye, and she was stolen away in the night. He took her to his castle and forced her to join his seraglio of countless brides. Despite the luxury, I expect life in the castle proved most difficult for her. She soon took ill, and left this world shortly after bearing Your Highness.
Celica: Mother...
Irma: I am so very sorry, Princess Anthiese. But I would implore you to spare your tears. Lady Liprica thought only of your health and happiness until her final breath. Lady Liprica also left something for you, Your Highness.
Celica: For me?
Irma: Aye, milady. It is a circlet that proves your royal standing. She asked that it be given to you once you were of age.
Celica: A circlet...? You can't mean the royal crown?! Surely my mother had cause to hate the monarchy above all else?
Irma: I fear I know not what her intentions were, milady. Nor have I the means of asking now. But, Your Highness... I know a time will come when your mother's heart grows clear to you.
Celica: ......
Irma: The circlet is stored in the temple vault. I shall make my way there now. I must tell everyone that Her Highness Anthiese has returned to us! I will await your arrival at the temple. May Mila's blessing be upon you always.
(Irma leaves)

(Celica moves to Dungeon 1)

(Celica examines the area)
Celica: I can't help but think of all the poor souls who were imprisoned here. The bars are red with rust - I could probably snap them in half myself.
(Celica examines the crates)
Celica: All manner of junk is piled here. ...And not even fun junk!
(Celica examines the table)
Celica: The table and chairs are caked in dust. They must not see much use.

(Celica opens the cell door)

(If Catria and Palla are alive and recruited)
Est: Palla! Catria!
Palla: Est! Oh, I'm so glad you're safe! Do you have any idea how much worry you've caused us?
Est: I'm sorry, Palla, but I... I... I was so scaaared! Catriaaa!
Catria: Wha-? Hey! Stop this at once, Est! You're not a child anymore.
Est: B-but... But I... Can't I be the kid sister just this once? After everything I went through?
Catria: But it's not just "this once." That's the problem. You're never anything BUT the kid sister.
Est: That is totally not true!
Palla: Enough, you two. We're reunited for five minutes, and already you're at each other's throats? Honestly...
Celica: Hee hee.
Palla: Oh, Celica! I apologize for the scene my sisters caused.
Celica: Don't be silly - I'm just glad the three of you are all right.
Palla: We wouldn't be if you hadn't helped us. There's no way Catria and I could have done this by ourselves. Thank you, Celica. Truly.

Est: Thanks so much for saving me! My name's Est, by the way. I was kidnapped by pirates in Archanea and brought here. I'd really like to hurry home, but... Well, it wouldn't be right to run off before thanking you for your help. I'd like to fight with you, if you'll have me. What do you say?
(Est joins the army)

(If Celica refuses Est)
Est: Wait, you're sure? You don't want me to help you? I see... Well, I'll wait around here a while in case you change your mind. Just say the word if you need me.

(If Celica talks to Est again after refusing her)
Est: Yes? Did you change your mind about taking me with you?

Storming of the Valley Approach

Celica: At last, the valley approach. Cross this, and we'll finally reach the Earth Mother's temple. Take heart, everyone. We're nearly there.
Blake: Aye, but are you?
Celica: Who- Oh, by the Mother! What are Rigelian forces doing all the way out here?
Blake: Pray think on it a moment. I'm sure the answer will come to you.
Celica: No. No, that can't...
Blake: You're a priestess, aye? Other of your kind have tried to cross this valley and seek Mila's blessing... but nary a one of them have completed the journey in one piece. Ignorance is a pitiable thing, aye, so it is. Doubly so when it's the very Mother who's responsible for your suffering...
Celica: What is that supposed to mean?
Blake: Why waste time explaining when you're about to be dead like all the rest?!

Blake enters combat

Blake: What are you waiting for? Soon you'll all serve as scabbards for my shadow sword!

Blake is defeated

Blake: Damn... You're stronger than you look... Shame you're too late... Mila is... already...

(Once the battle ends)
Mae: Dangit, I hate it when they die right before they say something important! What do you think, Celica? What beans was he about to spill there?
Celica: I don't know. But whatever it was, I don't like it. We must hurry to the temple.

(If Celica tries to advance from here without having cleared Grieth's Citadel first, and any Atlas/Catria/Palla are in her army)
Palla: Where are you going? That's not the way to Grieth's citadel. If you insist on heading in that direction, I'll excuse myself.
(Palla leaves the army)
Catria: You're not going to Grieth's citadel? Then I'm afraid our paths part here. Farewell.
(Catria leaves the army)
Atlas: Hey, that isn't the way to Grieth! I don't have time for detours. If you're taking the long way, our deal's off.
(Atlas leaves the army)

Dragon Shrine

Celica: What a strange place... Clean, but in the sort of way that comes from being devoid of all life. Hostile to it. That sound in the distance... Waves against a shore? I remember as a child hearing it said that somewhere in Zofia a sea spans the gap between the living world and the dead.

(Celica enters the room with the Mila Idol)

(Celica examines the area)
Celica: Mila's power is infused into every bit of this place.
(Celica examines the Mila Idol)
Celica: Ah, the Mother. I pray her kind visage will be with me always.

Liberation of the Temple of Mila

At last, Celica's band had reached the Temple of Mila. But what they found there was not the grand splendor of yore, but instead a twisted shadow of it.

Celica: That's... the Rigelian Army! Has the temple already fallen to the Rigelians?
Boey: What have they done to the Mother? You don't think...
Celica: We need to confirm her safety immediately. Everyone, infiltrate the temple as quickly as possible!

Mikhail: Heh heh heh...
Celica: Who are you?
Mikhail: I am Mikhail, cantor of the Duma Faithful. I have come to teach Duma's greatness to the fools who cling to Mila's lies. Now, rue your ignorance from inside the bellies of my gargoyles!

Celica: ...Take care, everyone. He's a cantor - he's likely to summon forth some manner of terrible beast. Stick close and watch each other's backs above all else.

Mikhail enters combat

Mikhail: Hmph... Ignorant, slothful heathens. Serving as food for my beasts is an honor greater than you deserve!

Mikhail is defeated

Mikhail: Heh... Killing me changes not your fate... It changes... nothing... Heh heh heeeeeh...

(Once the battle ends)
Celica: We've won. ...Somehow.
Mae: Yeah, but look at the temple. It's in shambles! I always thought it would be crazy beautiful, you know? I mean, Mila can't ACTUALLY live in a place like this, right?
Celica: I don't know. Let's go see for ourselves. We must discover exactly what came to pass in this place.

Temple of Mila Interior

(Celica examines the entrance area)
Celica: I'd heard such tales of the temple's beauty, but in this state... There are survivors of the occupation here. We should speak with them.
(Celica examines the rubble)
Celica: The damage is terrible. It's as if some giant beast rampaged through.
(Celica examines the sacks)
Celica: The Rigelian Army left their supplies behind.
(Celica examines the crates)
Celica: Our need is not so great that we must loot used piles of supplies.
(Celica examines the left barricades)
Celica: A barricade meant for the battlefield. It sticks out badly here.

(Celica moves to the Mila Idol area)

(Celica examines the area)
Celica: I feel the Mother's power at work in this place.
(Celica examines the Mila Idol)
Celica: May we walk always in the light of your blessing, Mother.

(Celica moves to the great hall)

(Celica examines the area)
Celica: Even ransacked, this place feels solemn and sacred. The lingering effect of Mila's presence...
(Celica examines the left rubble)
Celica: It hurts my heart to see Mila's house in such disrepair.
(Celica examines the right rubble)
Celica: This is completely collapsed... What happened here?
(Celica examines the mythological relief)
Celica: This relief depicts the battle between Mila and Duma.
(Celica examines the doors)
Celica: Beyond that door lies Mila's chamber.

Cleric: The lands north of the temple are ruled by a man called Dolth. As an archcantor of the Duma Faithful, he summons necrodragons to his aid. It's said all who trespass on his land become fodder for the arisen beasts...

(Celica moves to Mila's Chamber)
Saber: ...There ain't no one here. Where's this Earth Mother of yours hiding, lass?
Celica: I don't understand... Why isn't she here? She's supposed to be here!

Irma: Princess Anthiese!
Celica: Irma! Tell me what happened.
Irma: I beg forgiveness, Your Highness. I had no idea the temple fell to the empire while I was prisoner. They took Mila... and Your Highness's circlet as well. It's unthinkable. They're no knights - only blasphemers and thieves!
Celica: The Rigelians hold Mila captive?! You're certain of this?
Irma: I am, Your Highness. Emperor Rudolf led the charge himself. Sealed her powers and took her away. To where, I fear I know not.
Celica: Rudolf himself...

(A cutscene plays of Rigel forces invading the temple and Rudolf standing ground against Mila) Cleric: Quickly!
Cleric: Mother Mila! Intruders!
Cleric: Mother Mila, you must save us!
Cleric: Mother, please!
Mila: This is Zofian soil. The Rigelian Emperor would do well to state his intentions. The Kingsfang...
Rudolf: The Mother may deduce my intentions... from this blade. You know what it signifies.
Mila: Indeed... It means, you are in violation of the Accord! Damn you. Duma!

(Back to the present)
Saber: Now, hold on just a tick. We get to the temple and everything's taken care of. That was the deal.
Boey: Unfortunately, none of us expected the Mother to have stepped out. Nothing like this has ever happened before.
Mae: Well, I guess now we know why the soil's gone barren. It's been cut off from Mila's bounty.
Boey: ...... What do we do now, milady?
Celica: The only thing we can. We find the Mother and bring her back.
Boey: Uh, please take this as kindly as possible, milady, but... are you MAD?! How exactly do we "bring her back"? And from where?!
Celica: I don't know. But if the Rigelian Army took her, she'll be somewhere in the empire. And since we've already come to the border... Well, we might as well continue into Rigel.
Boey: Hold on just a moment... You're saying we INVADE Rigel? This isn't a motley band of pirates of thieves - it's an entire empire of them! We should all take a step back and consider our opti-
Celica: No amount of thinking will change the situation. Come, Boey. This isn't the first time we've faced hopeless odds. And when people told us to give up, did we run? We need to trust in our abilities. We've come this far for a reason. And that reason is restoring Mila to her rightful place. She's still the only one who can save the world from this... chaos.
???: Nay, she isn't.
Celica: Hmm?
(The Masked Knight appears)
Masked Knight: ......
Celica: Well? Go on. Please don't leave us in suspense.
Masked Knight: Mila cannot save this world. But you can... Princess Anthiese.
Celica: Ah! How did you-
Masked Knight: I bear you a gift.
Irma: Lady Liprica's circlet!
Celica: What? How is it that you possess this?
Masked Knight: A question for another time. Are you prepared to accept it, Princess?
Celica: How do you mean?
Masked Knight: This is no mere memento of your mother. It is a crown - and accepting it is a kind of coronation. As princess of Zofia, are you prepared to wear this and ascend the throne?
Celica: I... I'm afraid I know little of kingdoms or the scope of rule. But I have people I wish to protect. Both here and elsewhere. I wish for this by my will alone. For my own happiness. Is that resolve enough?
Masked Knight: It is indeed. Princess Anthiese, this crown is now yours to bear.
Celica: I accept it willingly.
(Celica promotes)
Mae: Wow, Celica... You look so beautiful!
Boey: It's not Celica anymore, dummy. Isn't that right, Princess Anthiese? Er, Your Highness?! ...Uh, ma'am?
Celica: Hee hee. Celica is just fine, you two. Though from this day on, I will no longer conceal my identity. I expect that will bring even more hardship than we've faced till now. But I hope I can still count on you all.
Saber: Yeah, all right. Guess I'll go along and swear fealty. It suits you, lass. Or should I say "Princess Anthiese." Anyway, our loyalty belongs to you, for now and always.
Celica: Thank you all. Truly.
Masked Knight: Mila was taken by Jedah, priest of the Duma Faithful. They're keeping her in Duma Tower, the seat of their foul cult.
Celica: Then that's where we must go.
Masked Knight: If you're headed into Rigel, seek a man called Halcyon in Sage's Hamlet. He is an able soul, and will mostlike assist you however he can.
Celica: I will seek him out. Thank you.
Masked Knight: ......
(The Masked Knight leaves)
Boey: Surprisingly enough, I think I'm starting to get used to him.
Celica: He's not a bad sort - and he clearly cares about my well-being. I can't really ask for more in such times. And yet, he's not without his mystery... I get a strange sense of nostalgia when I'm near him, though I've no clue why.

(Celica examines the area)
Celica: Not even Mila's own chamber was spared... Signs of struggle are everywhere.
(Celica examines Mila's Throne)
Celica: That must be Mila's seat.

Priestess: Someone at the castle said that when Lady Liprica first held you in her arms, she swore she would never let you stand before Mila. What do you suppose she might have meant by that?

Saint: Rudolf used the Divine Falchion to seal Mila's powers before taking her. A treasure given him by the wicked god Duma, no doubt. Aye, finding Mila may just be a matter of reaching Duma Tower. But Duma himself can only be slain by Falchion's edge.

(Celica heads to the basement)

(Celica examines the area)
Celica: These must be the sluice-gate controls.
(Celica examines the stairs)
Celica: These lead further in.
(Celica examines the gears)
Celica: The gears are rusted over. A testament to how infrequently it's used, I suppose.

(Celica talks to the Old Timer before promoting to Princess)
Old Timer: Eh? Who are you s'posed to be? ...Me? I'm the one what guards this here sluice gate. ...How's that? You want me to open it? Bah! I won't do nothin' of the sort! The gate opens for Zofian royal blood, not some random whippersnappers! Go on - shout orders at an old man. Won't change my mind none!

Old Timer: By the Mother! That circlet! Symbol of the Zofian throne, it is! Then you must be the missing Princess Anthiese! I thought I'd never have the pleasure, Your Highness. You must have come to inquire about this here sluice gate, eh? ...Well, of COURSE I can open it! All is as Your Highness desires.
(The gate is opened)
Old Timer: Er, one small issue, Your Highness. Openin' this here gate isn't enough what to let water flow freely. You also have to open the western gate.
Celica: The western sluice gate, you say? That won't be a problem.
Old Timer: Oh? Then you've news from the west?
Celica: Not exactly - but I can't imagine Alm would let this situation continue. He'll see the gate opened. I'm sure of it. ...Won't you, Alm?

(Once both Alm and Celica have opened their sides of the sluice gate)
Through the combined efforts of Alm and Celica, the empire's plans to flood Zofia were thwarted. The arc of her destiny now clear, Celica embraced her identity and set forth. Meanwhile, Alm, having learned his friend was in truth Zofia's Princess Anthiese, renewed his own oath to defend Zofia from the Rigelian Empire. However, a dark creature had his own plans for these fated children who bore the Brand...

(In Rigel)
Jedah: So, they've opened the sluice. This is a fortuitous and most welcome turn of events. That feisty girl is certain to come looking for Mila... and when she does, I shall be waiting to scoop her up! Perhaps I might even go greet her myself... Heh heh heh...

Quest dialogue

Zofia Castle

Lord Rion: It's over... All over... There's nothing to be done! I am the eldest son of the Rion family, one of Zofia's oldest houses. But that dog Desaix demanded we give him our greatest heirloom - a shield. The Rion Shield was a gift from Queen Zofia I, passed down ever since. If I can't find some way to recover it, my ancestors' legacy will be lost. The Deliverance is marching on Desaix's fortress, is it not? If you chance to find the Rion Shield, please see it returned to me. You will be rewarded handsomely, of course. I thank you in advance.

Lord Rion: Please recover the Rion Shield. I cannot bear to return home without it!

(Alm refuses to hand over the Rion Shield)
Lord Rion: What is your intent in this? Why would you play at such a game?

(Alm tries to give him the Fugue Shield)
Lord Rion: This shield bears the crest of the Fugue family - our sworn enemies! A pox on those dastards! Even looking upon this sets my blood to boil!

(Alm hands over the Rion Shield)
Lord Rion: Yes... Yes! This is our family shield! You have my thanks! And here, a token of that gratitude.
(Pegasus Cheese + 300 Renown)
Lord Rion: Now that I've recovered the shield, I must be heading home.
(Lord Rion leaves)

Scholarly Man: I am a researcher unearthing shocking new truths from Zofia's history. ...Or I very well might be, if I had any of the resources I needed. Might I ask your help in this matter? You are familiar with the underground cemetery at the Deliverance hideout? Well, at one corner of that site lies the royal grave where Zofia's kings sleep. AT the risk of sounding grave-robby, I desire the Lima Armlet from it. But the place is crawling with Terrors, and I... am not the Terror type. Yet those Terrors are drawn to riches. It's said they raid the graves for gold. One may drop the armlet I require. Bring it to me and I'll pay you well!

Scholarly Man: How goes your investigation of the underground cemetery?

(Alm does not have the Lima Armlet)
Scholarly Man: Oh, you don't have it. And here I got my scholarly hopes up...

(Alm refuses to hand over the Lima Armlet)
Scholarly Man: Wa... What? No, please! What will become of my poor, beleaguered research?!

(Alm hands over the Lima Armlet)
Scholarly Man: Ah! The Lima Armlet! Precisely as the records describe it... It bears the royal emblem of the late king himself. If I can translate this inscription, it may even offer up new insights. Er, pardon me for getting so excited. I'm only eager to return to work. This isn't a huge sum, but please, take it. You've done me a great service.
(30 Silver Marks + 100 Renown)

(Available after the Scholarly Man's quest has been completed)

Restless Man: There's a strange old man I've not seen before hanging about the throne room. There's something not right about him. Almost like he's some manner of ghost.

Eerie Hermit: I have long stood watch over this castle and its masters... But some fool has violated the grave where Zofia's monarchs lie. They've broken the seal, and now a massive fiend has made its home there. It sullies the site with its foul presence, barring the fallen kings from slumber. I ask this of you, warrior - rid their holy tomb of this blight!

Eerie Hermit: You must destroy the beast that has made its home in the royal grave.

(Once Alm has the Royal Shield)
Eerie Hermit: Fine work, child of fate. You have proven your strength. My master, too, has acknowledged you as worthy to inherit the kingdom. That royal shield is your proof. Use it well. And know that my master and I will watch over you always.
(300 Renown)
(The Eerie Hermit leaves)

Young Man: Mmm? Where did the strange old man who was in here go? I wonder who he actually was...?

Forest Village

Man: Soldiers of the Deliverance, I require your assistance! Gargoyles have kidnapped my daughter and taken her to the western shrine. If it is at all in your power, you must not let any harm befall her. I know I ask much, so if you manage to save her, my treasure is yours!

Man: I've been waiting for you, Deliverance! I hear you saved my daughter from the shrine to the west. I insist you help yourself to my treasure.
(Blessed Lance + 200 Renown)

Girl: Tee hee. Thank you for coming to save me, brave sir.

Merchant's Wife: Please, I need your help! My husband went to Zofia Castle to sell his wares, but hasn't returned. What am I to do? Our child will be born soon, and I can't survive without him. And actually, I heard a girl from our village was taken to the Sylvan Shrine... What if my husband was taken there as well? Oh, I can't bear it! If you're heading to the Sylvan Shrine, would you please look for him?

Merchant's Wife: Did you find my husband? I think he's being held in the Sylvan Shrine.

(Alm informs her about the writing on the Sylvan Shrine's wall)
Merchant's Wife: Wh-what? Aaaaaah!

Zofia Harbor

Royal Chef: Pardon me, but I serve as chef to one of the noble houses. Or I did, until a tiny mistake provoked the ire of my employer. Now he says that if I don't prepare the world's finest fish, he'll have me killed! A man mistakes salt for sugar ONCE, and now must pay with his life? Cruel! As you might expect from such a man, my employer's tastes are quite fine. A run-of-the-mill fish won't get me off the hook. ...Er, pardon the pun. I need to catch a legend. I need... dagon. But that's not something you find in a fishmonger's stall down at the market. Please aid me! My life is on the line! ...Er, pardon the pun. If there's any way you can find a dagon fillet, let me know at once!
(If Celica accepts after saving the Skilled Angler at the Seabound Shrine)
Royal Chef: Word is, there's a master angler here in Zofia Harbor. If anyone could reel in a dagon fillet, it would be him. If he's not out at sea fishing, you'll likely find him at the tavern.
(If Celica accepts before saving the Skilled Angler at the Seabound Shrine)
Royal Chef: Word is, there's a master angler here in Zofia Harbor. But he set out to sea a while ago and has yet to return. The timing lines up with a bad storm, so I fear he may have capsized. I'm told he usually fished the waters around the Seabound Shrine.

(If Celica refuses)
Royal Chef: Ah. Yes. Well, I suppose you've your own business to worry about.

Royal Chef: Any chance you've found a dagon fillet?

(If Celica has one, but refuses to hand it over)
Royal Chef: Please, I'm about to be gutted! ...And that is NOT a pun!

(Celica hands over the Dagon Fillet)
Royal Chef: The color... The glow... Dagon for true! You've actually found it! And such a fine cut! The perfect dappling of fat! Exquisite! Surely this will satisfy even my temperamental employer. Thank you. I'm afraid this is all I have to give you in return, but I insist you take it.
(Exotic Spice + 200 Renown)

Skilled Angler: Oy, it's you! From the Seabound Shrine! I owes you a debt, I do! If ya need anything, just go on and ask. ...... Eh? A dagon fillet? Mmmm... Dagons are fearsome beasties - closer kin to dragons than fish. Yet for its terrible look, the meat's said to be sweet as nectar. Trouble is, their vision's frightful good. They see yer line and steer clear. You need a line that's as strong as steel, but clear as glass. Track me down somethin' like that, and I'll happily dip m'pole for ya! Come find me again if ya find a line that'll snag a dagon.

Skilled Angler: I needs strong, clear material for a line. Bring me that, and I just might be able to hook ya a dagon. Eh heh heh!

(Celica gives him Gossamer Hair)
Skilled Angler: Hoo! Never thought I'd see somethin' like this in all m'days! This just might make for a line that even a dagon wouldn't see coming! I'll put out to sea straightaway and see if the fishing gods are kind. Come find me in a couple of days. And pray for fair weather! Eh heh heh!

(If Celica has a Gossamer Hair, but refuses to hand it over)
Skilled Angler: Are you waitin' for me t'beg?

(Once Celica returns after giving him the Gossamer Hair)
Skilled Angler: Well, look who it be... Howzabout ya feast yer eyes on THIS?! Landed me a dagon, I did! And all thanks t'yer magic line. As promised, here's yer cut! Enjoy that, now! Eh heh heh heh!
(Dagon Fillet)

(Sometimes, if Celica returns at some point after completing the quest)
Skilled Angler: Guess what? I went and landed me another dagon! Eh heh heh heh! I'm in a sharin' mood, so why not take a cut for yerself?

Lord Fugue: This is awful... I must get it back. Won't someone help me?!
(Celica hears him out)
Lord Fugue: I'm the head of the Fugue family. Surely you're familiar with the name? Recently, a thief stole into our home and took an heirloom - a shield. It bears the family crest, and has been handed down for generations. It's irreplaceable, and if not retrieved, it will be a black mark on our honor. The burglar in question is in Grieth's employ. I'm certain the Fugue Shield is languishing in his vault about now. The cur will likely sell it to a foreign buyer, after which it will be lost forever. You've the look of warriors about you. Impressive, to a man! Might I enlist your help in retrieving the Fugue Shield from Grieth? You'll be well rewarded, of course. Fugues are known for our generosity.

(Celica refuses to hand over the Fugue Shield)
Lord Fugue: Is this just a jape to you? Oh, how you twist the blade!

(Celica tries to hand over the Rion Shield)
Lord Fugue: By the gods! This shield bears the mark of our sworn enemies, the Rion clan! Pah! The very sight of it disgusts me! Take it away!

(Celica hands over the Fugue Shield)
Lord Fugue: Our family shield! Oh, this is a sweet sight indeed. In truth, I'd nearly given up hope of seeing it again. My sincerest thanks. Please, take your promised reward.
(Golden Apple + 300 Renown)
Lord Fugue: With both shield and honor restored I must hurry home to the family estate.
(Lord Fugue leaves)

Mountain Village

Fish-Crazy Man: Oy! You! Ever had dried shieldfish? It's simply GRAND, so it is! Odd-lookin' thing, shieldfish. Big'n flat, and covered in a hard shell. Looks a bit like a shield - that's why they named it as they did, I reckon. But if ya dry 'em in the sun, they taste like nothin' else. I get cravings I do. Terrible cravings... But I can't find 'em to save m'life! I'd kill for a bite'a shieldfish! ...Well, not literally, but you get my meanin'.

Fish-Crazy Man: Sure could go for some dried shieldfish right about now...

(If Celica does not have Dried Shieldfish)
Fish-Crazy Man: You got no shieldfish! Ain't very nice getting my hopes up like that.

(If Celica has Dried Shieldfish, but refuses to hand it over)
Fish-Crazy Man: Can't blame you. I wouldn't share mine, either! Heh heh heh.

(Celica hands over the Dried Shieldfish)
Fish-Crazy Man: SHIELDFISH! DELICIOUS SHIELDFISH! HOW I YEARNED FOR YOUR TOUCH! Er, I mean... uh... here. Take this. You earned it!
(Pegasus Cheese + 100 Renown)

Lumberjack: What a mess... I've been a woodcutter in this village since I was old enough to hold an axe. But when Grieth's men swept through, they stole it! ...My axe, I mean. I can't do a lick of work without it, and I've got a wife and kids to feed. And don't tell me to go buy a new axe, because I can't afford it! No axe, no money. No money, no axe. You get my problem here?

Lumberjack: I'm not much of a woodcutter without an axe - and I'm broke, to boot! I need to get my hands on a new axe, and soon...

(If Celica does not have an axe)
Lumberjack: Yeah, I suppose that's not the kind of thing you just have lying around.

(Celica hands over an axe)
Lumberjack: Wait a sec - you're just GIVING me this? Sweet Duma! This is gonna turn my whole life around! You've got yourself a new friend, pal. Take this with my thanks!
(Bear Carving)

(If Celica talks to him after completing his previous quest)
Lumberjack: Oh, hey! It's my best friend! Here, have a look at this, pal. I tried my hand at carving a likeness of Duma with the axe you brought me. Figured maybe his blessing would help me chop through the forest, yeah? And it WORKED! When I'm holding it, I can feel strength surging through my chopping arm! The forest best watch out now that I've got this Duma carving! Gya hah hah!

(If Celica talks to him some time after that)
Lumberjack: Oh hey. Look who it is! Terrors from the cemetery attacked the village a while back. Except they didn't attack the village so much as come straight to my door. They took the Duma carving I made, turned around, and beat feet. I never should have made it. Duma must be angry I took liberties with his image! I'm terrified his punishment is only just beginning... O Duma! Forgive me!

(If Celica retrieves the Duma Carving and shows it to him)
Lumberjack: Hey, that's the Duma carving I made! Get that awful thing away! I never want to see it again in my life!

Tired Lady: Please, can you help me find my son? After losing my husband to the plague that hit our village, I fell apart. My son felt he had to help me. I tried to stop him, but it was no use. He left for the Dragon Shrine in order to find the Well of Revival. They said it can give life to the dead, so he seeks to return my husband. Though I fear I'm more like to lose a son than reclaim a husband. That shrine is a horror of a place. I won't let my son die there. Please find him and bring him back to me! I beg of you!

Tired Lady: Did you find my son?

(Celica hands over the journal of the lady's son)
Tired Lady: This... this is my son's journal! ...Oh. Oh no. You sweet, stupid boy... How many must you take, Mila? How many more will satisfy you?! (The lady leaves)

(If Celica returns later)
Tired Lady: Pardon me. The other day, you helped me find my... my late son. At the time, I was too overcome to thank you. Please forgive my rudeness. I'm still working through my grief. It will take time, I'm sure. But I wouldn't even be able to do that if I didn't know his fate for certain. I know I'm late in this, but please let me thank you for finding my son.
(50 Silver Marks + 100 Renown)

Tired Lady: ...Eh? It's too much? Oh, hardly! I sold my house and land, you see. This village is full of memories. It... hurts too much to be here. I aim to wander the world and take a long, hard look at my life. Perhaps we'll meet again somewhere. Until then, stay safe.

Desert Stronghold Interior

Young Traveler: I'm sorry to bother you, but it seems my father has gone missing. He's a pious man who was going on a pilgrimage to the Temple of Mila. But that was some years ago, and I've heard nothing from him since. When last I saw him, he was wearing his lucky red tricorn hat. Sadly, that's the only clue I have to go on. I managed to follow his trail this far, but I fear it's grown quite cold. He could've been attacked by bandits or done in by Terrors or... worse. But I'd rather know for sure than lie awake at night with such grim thoughts. Well, there's nothing for it but to return home to my mother. Er, but if you come across a man in a red tricorn hat, tell him to hurry home. Take care.

Grieth's Citadel

(Available only if Alessio's quest involving Coral Fragments has been completed)
Alessio: Ah, it's you! Thank you again for your help with that coral fragment business. But alas, I fear I'm in deep once more, for another deal has fallen through. A sizeable one this time. Now I need to source a boatload of steel lances with all speed. With Desaix dead, my only connection on the the inside was Grieth. And I don't have to tell you how THAT one ended. I wonder what sort of monstrous men were finally able to put Grieth down? Even the Zofian Knights couldn't touch that one in his prime! Well, whoever it was, they owe me some steel lances on the double. My client on this one is a nasty type, and my failure will be repaid in blood. I've scraped together as many as I can, but I'm still five short of the quota. If you have any spares lying around, I'd be happy to buy them from you. I'd even pay extra, since it's my skin. How's 50 silver marks apiece sound?

Alessio: My friend! Can I get you to open your heart and part with any steel lances?

(Celica hands over a Steel Lance)
Alessio: Ah, you're a life saver. Literally! Take this, with my compliments.
(50 Silver Marks)

(If Celica has a Steel Lance, but refuses to hand it over)
Alessio: You're killing me. Literally!

(After a transaction that does not finish with Alessio having 5 Steel Lances)
Alessio: I'm still short of steel lances, so if you come across any, I'll buy them!

(Once Alessio receives a fifth Steel Lance)
Alessio: Whew! That should be enough lances to save my poor hide. Thanks to you, it's looking like I'll keep my head AND turn a tidy profit. For now, though, I must rush these to my client. Take care!
(300 Renown)

(If Celica talks to him after Last Bastion has been cleared, before she finishes the quest)
Alessio: Ah, it's you. So in a twist, my angry client doesn't need steel lances anymore. However, he was still furious I didn't get the order together in time. DANGEROUS furious, if you please. So I'm going into hiding for a bit.