Sam: Hey, Krista. We haven't had the chance to actually catch up on things.
Krista: Yeah! What happened with you all this time? You know, besides the whole bandit-killing thing.
Sam: Not much beyond that. But more importantly, what were you doing in Oregot?
Krista: Uh... things?
Sam: Things.
Krista: Yup. Things. Things that do not need any elaboration or detail whatsoever.
Sam: Come on, Krista. Be honest with me. No one goes to Oregot without rhyme or reason. Especially not in its
more bandit-infested regions. You have a lot more important stuff to deal with than that, right?
Krista: That's true. It's complicated though...
Sam: It can't be that hard to explain.
Krista: I can't believe I gotta actually say this to you. You remember how I got kidnapped by bandits years ago,
right?
Sam: How can I forget?
Krista: Y'see, the thing is that I... Dear Medea, how do I even begin to phrase this? After all that, I kinda...
liked it?
Sam: What.
Krista: I, uh. Liked getting kidnapped?
Sam: ... You know what? Let's put this conversation on hold. I need time to think.
Sam leaves the scene.
Krista: And this is why I didn't wanna elaborate.
Trevor: Ah Sam, my lusty axe fighter! How did you come into possession of a Wind tome? And what were you doing with it exactly? You seem to have no magical potential to speak of.
Sam: I took it from a bandit's corpse.
Trevor: Ah yes, of course. But why keep it at your cabin? Why not sell it?
Sam: I found that if I kept it open, it kept the cabin cool during the summer. Quite the breeze too.
Trevor: I beg your pardon? You kept it to cool off your house?
Sam: Sure did. The old place gets hot in the summer. Oh, there was a Fire tome too.
Trevor: Please don't say you used that to keep the cabin warm in the winter.
Sam: Nope, I used it to cook with!
Trevor: What?? What did you do? Tear it up and use its pages as ignition fuel?
Sam: No man, that's crazy. Only someone inept at starting a campfire does that. I found that if I struck a piece of wood across the book, it would catch on fire and then the rest is easy.
Trevor: That is even worse. Thank you, my boisterous friend. This conversation has been enlightening, but I need to take a reprieve.
Trevor leaves.
Sam: How can someone talk so much but say so little? And why was he so upset at such simple practical uses of something otherwise useless?
Chell: Oh, Sam, I didn't realize you were in the training yard too.
Sam: Huh? Oh, hey Chell! *huff* Gonna get some *huff* training in too?
Chell: I...
Chell, thinking: Oh Medea his chest is glistening with sweat! And his biceps are tense and flexed...
Chell: And his abs...
Sam: What was that about abs?
Chell: Um! Nothing! Nothing at all! Ahem. Anyway, yes, I was planning on practicing my axe techniques.
Sam: Say, how about we practice together? It's been years since I saw what you can do up close.
Chell: That sounds like a wonderful idea, Sam. Let's begin!
Time passes.
Sam: That was great, Chell! You really have gotten big!
Chell, thinking: There he goes again!
Chell: Sam, what do you mean by...
Sam: Huh?
Chell: You know what? Never mind. I don't think I want to know.
Chell leaves.
Sam: What? Was it something I said?
Chell: Hmmm... Maybe. I don't know... Hmm...
Sam enters the scene.
Sam: Uh, Chell? Why are you stretching like that in front of a mirror?
Chell: Sam! You should know a man should knock before entering a lady's chambers.
Chell, thinking: Especially when he never wears a shirt.
Sam: The door was open.
Chell: That is beside the point. But anyway, I am posing.
Sam: Why? Is there a bodybuilding contest coming up?
Chell: Bodybuilding? No, that's not it. Do you remember when we reunited in Oregot?
Sam: Sure do! Uncanny how all of you were there.
Chell: "Uncanny" is certainly a way to put it. At any rate, do you remember what you said about me? That I had gotten bigger too?
Sam: Yeah, what about it?
Chell: You said the same thing when we were training the other day. By "bigger" did you mean...
Sam: What's wrong? I don't get why you're so confused. I was talking about your muscles! You've clearly been training hard all these years. You look strong.
Chell: Then, you weren't talking about my... other parts?
Sam: No. Wait, other parts? What is that supposed to mean?
Chell: Never mind. That does make me feel better, though. Anyway, I'm heading to the training yard now if you wish to join me!
Chell leaves.
Sam: "Other parts"? What did she mean by that? What other parts does she have? Her muscles look great though. I think I'll join her.
Sam leaves.
Sam: Anil! Hey!
Anil: ? !!
Anil leaves.
Sam: What the-?! Hey, come back!
Sam chases after Anil. Scene transitions to the castle gardens.
Sam: *huff* *huff* Anil, where are you?! Krista needs you for something! Man, not here either... Anil!!
Sam leaves the scene. Anil enters as soon as Sam is gone.
Anil: ...
Anil, thinking: Who's bright idea was it to recruit the Prowling Tiger into this army? Oh, Oreg, he's even
bigger than the rumors say...
Sam re-enters the scene.
Sam: Found you!
Anil: !!!
Anil runs off.
Sam: Get back here, you!!
Sam: Anil, we need to talk. Er. Sign. Or, uh... Look, you know what I mean!
Anil: [Nope.]
Sam: What do you mean "nope"?! Look, I just wanna know why you've been avoiding me.
Anil: [There is no way I'm going to get along with the Prowling Tiger.]
Sam: Uh, the prowling what now?
Anil: [The Prowling Tiger! The infamous mercenary who's been killing bandits up and down southern Oregot.]
Sam: Alright, hold it, hold it, hold it! I have SO many questions. First off, people have heard about me? They
have a NICKNAME for me??
Anil: [What did you expect? You've taken out thousands of bandit camps the last five years at least!]
Sam: Hundreds? Maybe. But THOUSANDS? Someone out there's exaggerating things. And what was that about being a
mercenary? Sure, there was some mercenaries who taught me stuff, but that was it.
Anil: [So you at least admit to killing a mass number of bandits?]
Sam: Yeah, but it's not like I wanted to be famous for it. I had my own reasons for doing what I had to do.
Anil: [Like what? Money? Enacting justice?]
Sam: Protecting someone.
Anil: ?
Sam: Bandits kidnapped Krista years ago. I couldn't let that happen ever again.
Anil: ...
Sam: Not just her either. Everyone I love will not get hurt by bandits again. Not on my watch.
Anil: [Just be thankful you didn't make your way up north. Because if you pulled the same thing there, you'd
have bandits out for vengeance against you too. And one of those bandits could've been me.]
Sam: What?
Anil: [We're done here. Bye.]
Anil leaves.
Sam: Now, hold on! ... So, he was a bandit too, huh...?
Joshua: 'Sup, bro!
Sam: What's up, bro!
Joshua: Cool beard, brother!
Sam: Thanks, man. Yours is awesome too.
Joshua: Thanks, bro. Nice axe.
Sam: Nice sword. Do you always carry that massive thing around?
Joshua: Folks kept asking me to shave until I started carrying Old Iron around. What about you? Do you always carry that axe around?
Sam: People would start asking me to shave if I didn't.
Joshua: Ha ha ha ha!
Sam: Ha ha ha ha!
Joshua: Want to go train?
Sam: Sure! What are we training today?
Joshua: Arms. Every day is arm day.
Sam: Cool! Let's go!
Sam and Joshua leave.