"You're an ambitious one. And with Wyrmpeak being No Man's Land, not too much of a fool's dream. Definitely made the right call to serve under Sir Dunas."
"I do wonder what happened twenty years ago to cause that to happen in the first place." "Hmpf. It's too late anyway. They're all dead, and we must make the best out of the tragedy." "It still remains to be seen. That would also mean the death of a bloodline, thus the return of the Dark One." "Oh please, people that can transform into winged monsters? Sounds like Spawnkin to me, all of them. Good rid-" "Hush."Duke Zornac was visibly about to get into a great monologue. His dislike of the Mamkute Tribe is well-known at court. Thylessa's interjection shuts him up immediately and he adopts a more demure posture.
"... The wine, you see. I believe I'll stay my hand after this glass. Please forgive me for blabbering, Rhian."
"Heh. Be like that all year long and I ain't letting you see the little ones once I settle down with a nice housewife."Noel looks up to Rork, slightly surprised.
"... Will be fine. Am here because I wanna find out what's the deal too, so I won't have regrets. Don't start getting some on my behalf, oaf."
"Splendid coast as always. Little has changed, so your return will truly feel like arriving at home. Except..."Patrice seems flustered for a short moment, but only a short one.
"Well, it shouldn't be a surprise to you since you've seen it first-hand. The war took a toll on many warriors. Some are broken in body, many more in spirit. Her Majesty, Queen Sylphea of Alestia, sees this as us having failed and is attempting to take more direct leadership. It's a tough act to respectfully keep her at bay... ... Which is why I'm here."The brother lets out a sigh, as if knowing that his next words will not be received well.
"If I intend to keep the essence of the Maiden Warriors alive and honor both Usala and Gunnthra, I see little choice but to gain favors with Dunland."
"Oh, please, Miss Rotgold, feel free to stay, very much so!"
"I'm once more terribly sorry for such an impression. I guess I still have to learn a lot more if I wish to make His Majesty proud."An awkward moment of silence. But then, the prince slaps the underside of his right fist against the palm of his left hand, as if being granted a flash of brilliance.
"I know! Someone like you must be well-versed in the written words. The works of Meshel? The study of the arcane? Literature of various poets? I'm not as studious as my sister and am more martial than mage, but you shall find an enlightened man within me, Miss Rotgold. I've dabbled in them all."
The Princess acknowledges Artair and gently smiles.
"Greetings to you too, follower of Sir Dunas. Please, you are our guest, feel free to stay."
"Hm... You are looking familiar. Have we seen each other by any chance?"
"Caranbough Hills." "Very astute. That was my guess too. I think I haven't introduced myself formally yet. Rubinelle of the Archeology Guild. And these two are my personal assistants, Brenner and Freyloh."
"Yes, yes." "Uh-huh!" "I hope you have a bit of interest in Khalderas' past, especially Wyrmpeak's. I have heard fascinating things from Rubinelle and I'm sure she wouldn't mind repeating herself."
Eiriol, of innocent spirit as usual, earns herself two pairs of dumbfounded gazes. It was Vigrid that decides to speak first.
"What is it, squirrel avenger?"
"Squirrel ave..."It was too late for restraint. Thrum lets out a bellowing laughter, earning himself a few surprised looks from various guests. Undisturbed by it, he continues until the laughter finally subsides.
"Damn, that was exactly what I needed!" "... Whatever keeps your hand swinging in battle, Thrum." "Alright, alright! Squirrel avenger! You have found the great Sir Thrum in a splendid mood! Speak your desires and I may be able to fulfill them!" "Yeeeeaaah... That and if you know anything new about Sir Worden, say it now."
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