Dungeon Dialogue |
Upon entering Room A1:
(A white-haired girl clasping a sword runs and hides behind debris.)
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Count Mastiff |
Scatter and find that test subject!
She's young, so she can't have gone too far! |
(The Imperial Soldiers fan out and begin to investigate the area.)
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Young Spectre |
(I don't ever want to go back to that terrible place.) |
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Imperial Soldier |
Your Excellency, she's hiding here! |
(The Young Spectre makes an attempt to flee and hits the soldier.)
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Imperial Soldier |
Ugh! You brat! |
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Count Mastiff |
You imbeciles, what are you doing? She's just a little girl! |
Upon entering Room C1:
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Young Spectre |
Huff, huff...
(I'm almost there to the castle gates...) |
(The Young Spectre runs toward the gate but an Imperial Knight blocks her path.)
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Bale Bran |
Girl, where's Crowell? |
(The Young Spectre unsheathes her sword and raises it to defend herself.)
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Young Spectre |
... |
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Bale Bran |
That sword... I see. I dreaded he might meet his end at the hands of that wolfish count. Am I too late?
Don't blame me too much. I came here as an Imperial Knight to suppress the uprising. |
(Bale Bran swings his claymore at the Young Spectre and severs Crowell's sword in two. The Young Spectre collapses to the ground with tears.)
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Young Spectre |
Ah, my sword...! |
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Bale Bran |
Sir Crowell was my superior. He was also my teacher.
...Go. Don't think of getting revenge, and just stay hidden for the rest of your life. This is the last thing I can do for him. |
(Bale Bran walks past the weeping Young Spectre and raises his blade.)
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Bale Bran |
Search elsewhere! I took care of all the traitors here! |
(Bale Bran departs.)
Upon entering Room D1:
(The Young Spectre escapes the Crowell Domain in the cover of night and ends up wandering in a desert.)
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Young Spectre |
Huff, huff...
(This is it... I can't walk anymore...) |
(The Young Spectre collapses to the ground and loses consciousness. Some time later, an elderly, muscular man appears.)
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Mysterious Old Man |
Mm? Someone's lying on the ground.
Hey, are you alright? Hey! |
(The elderly man carries the Young Spectre back to his campsite. The Young Spectre awakes in alarm.)
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Mysterious Old Man |
Can you see me? Don't get up. You're still too weak. |
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Young Spectre |
Who are you? |
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Mysterious Old Man |
...Names don't matter to drifters like me. You can just call me grandpa if you want.
By the way, you're pretty lucky. If I didn't find you, you would have been buried under the sand dune over there. |
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Young Spectre |
Why did you save me? |
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Mysterious Old Man |
Why? Well, I'm not so heartless that I'd leave someone to die in the middle of the desert.
There's water in that wooden crate. Take sips instead of drinking it all at once. I think you're dehydrated. |
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Young Spectre |
...Thank you... |
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Mysterious Old Man |
By the way, where did you come from? Judging by your ragged shoes, you must have come a long way. |
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Young Spectre |
That's--ah! |
(The Young Spectre looks around frantically.)
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Mysterious Old Man |
Looking for this? |
(The Old Man drops a broken sword to the ground.)
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Mysterious Old Man |
That sword. You wouldn't let it go, even when you were unconscious. It's that precious to you, huh?
It's a shame that such a good sword is broken. |
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Young Spectre |
... |
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Mysterious Old Man |
(Hm... I wonder what her story is...) |
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Young Spectre |
Grandpa, are you a blacksmith? |
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Mysterious Old Man |
Well, sort of. Not a good one, though. But I've been hammering my entire life. I can earn my keep that way. |
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Young Spectre |
Then... could you fix this? |
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Mysterious Old Man |
That? Let's see... It'll be tough, but I think I can. With the right materials, that is.
Hah hah. Okay, if you trust me with it, I'll fix it like new. I can't weld the broken blade whole, though. |
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Young Spectre |
I don't care. I just want it to become sharp again, enough to behead someone. |
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Mysterious Old Man |
(Her eyes look too old and angry for her age. Is she determined to get revenge on someone?)
It'll be hours before morning. You should sleep while you can. It'd be hard to get any rest in the desert once the sun is up. |
(Some time passes.)
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Mysterious Old Man |
This trip has been a huge success! I can't believe I've found so many rare ores this time.
Perhaps you've brought me good luck.
By the way, are you sure you don't want to go to Mount Thunderime with me? |
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Young Spectre |
...Sorry... |
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Mysterious Old Man |
Tsk. If you don't want to, then I won't force you. I also won't have to worry about you. I know you can fend for yourself. |
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Golgoryan |
My name is Golgoryan. If you ever come to Storm Pass, give people my name. I'll let Bwanga know who you are. |
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Young Spectre |
Thank you. |
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Golgoryan |
Oh, right--take this. |
(Golgoryan hands the Young Spectre something.)
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Young Spectre |
This... |
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Golgoryan |
I've made it out of your broken sword. The original sword was too long for you, so I've made a shorter one.
Some people think broken things can be welded back together. Sometimes, it's better to melt them down and create something completely new.
The same also applies to our lives. |
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Young Spectre |
Grandpa... |
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Golgoryan |
Hah hah. I talk too much. Say, do you like them? |
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Young Spectre |
Absolutely. But Grandpa... I don't want to be shameless, but I'd like to ask you one more favor before you leave. |
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Golgoryan |
Mm? Did you change your mind about not coming with me? |
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Young Spectre |
No... I need another sword. A longer one that can reach... the heart of my enemy more easily. |
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Golgoryan |
A longer sword...? I guess I can make one with the remaining blade and a few materials I've found during this trip.
Okay. Because of you, I've found the ores I wanted more quickly than I thought.
I guess I can stay here for a few days. |
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