Dorin x Galehaut

## Dorin x Galehaut
## C
\f[5|Galehaut]
\s[5]
Huh? That boy... He can't be much older\n
than my own son. What is he doing out\n
here fighting? Where are his parents...|
\s[-2]

\w[16]

\m[5|5]
\s[5]
You there! Young man! Can you come here a moment?|
\s[-2]

\w[32]

\f[1|Dorin]\m[1|2]\w[4]
\s[2]
Yeah? You needed me for something, sir?|

\s[5]
I wanted to know why one so young has\n
taken up the sword. War should be left to\n
the adults. We fight so you don't have to.|

\s[2]
Hah... It's hardly that simple. I have to\n
fight, there's no one else left who can.|

\s[5]
What do you mean? We're an army of capable\n
fighters. One like yourself need not worry,\n
we'll defeat Avilion before too long ourselves.|

\s[2]
Truthfully Avilion is the last of my concerns.|

\s[5]
I'm sorry...? Are you fighting something\n
else? Or chasing glory and achievements?|

\s[2]
Neither. I'm looking for someone. Someone...\n
very close to me. She was taken from my family.|

\s[5]
... Taken? I'm sorry to hear that. I'll do\n
everything in my power to help you then.|

\s[2]
Thanks... But, this is my journey.\n
I'll see you around then, sir.|
\s[-2]

\f[2|nil]

\w[16]

\s[5]
So hardened at such a young age?\n
I cannot begin to know the tragedies\n
that must have done this to him.|\n
... I will keep an eye out from afar.|
\s[-2]

## B
# Battle
\r[2]\f[2|Dorin]
\s[2]
Whew... That was a close one...\n
If I didn't dodge at the last\n
second, it'd be me lying there--|
\s[-2]

\w[8]

\f[6|Galehaut]\m[6|5]\w[4]
\s[5]
Son! Are you all right? I saw the whole thing!|

\s[2]\r[2]
Huh? Oh, it's you again... Yeah, I'm okay.\n
I mean I'm still alive. And he's not.|

\s[5]
Still... What's your name young man?|

\s[2]
Dorin. Dorin Vaus.|

\s[5]
Vaus? ... Are you related to Ban Vaus?|

\s[2]
He is-- ... Was my father.|

\s[5]
Was? Ban has... died? I'm sorry again,\n
I've brought up difficult memories.|

\s[2]
... It was two years ago.\b[2|2] I... I'm fine.|

\s[5]\e[5|2]
Damn it! What happened? An illness? Bandits?|

\s[2]
...\b[2|0] Remember when I said someone was\n
taken from my family? The people who stole\n
my sister and mother away killed my father.|

\s[5]
What!? That... That's disgraceful!|

\s[2]
Worst part is... Maybe he wouldn't be dead\n
if I wasn't such a coward.\m[2|2]\e[2|2] I hid in the\n
woods! Like some kind of scared rabbit!|

\s[5]\e[5|0]
Son, that's not--|

\s[2]
I should have been there! I... I saw\n
what they did to him... I... I--|
\s[-2]

\f[2|nil]
\sound[Collapse]

\f[2|None]\name[2|Dorin]
\s[2]
Aaaahhh... F-father...|
\s[-2]

\m[5|4]\w[4]
\s[4]
Let it out... Just let it all out...|
\s[-2]

## B
# Base
\r[2]\f[2|Dorin]
\s[2]
Getting there, I guess... But I'm\n
still nowhere close to where he was...|\n
I still can't even sharpen my own\n
blade properly by myself! Ugh...|
\s[-2]

\w[8]

\f[6|Galehaut]\m[6|5]\w[4]
\s[5]
Hey there, son. How are you?|

\s[2]\r[2]
Huh? Oh, it's you again...\n
I'm all right, still alive.|

\s[5]
Sharpening your sword? An honest day's work.|

\s[2]
Maybe if I knew what I was doing...\n
I think I've used too much oil, it's\n
really greasy now. But if I wipe it all\n
off, I'll run out for the next time.|

\s[5]
Hmm... Maybe you'd be more suited\n
for the water method then. Have you\n
ever tried using a water stone before?|

\s[2]
No... Never even heard of that.|

\s[5]
We use them a lot where I'm from in\n
Avilion, despite it being an arid\n
desert. The oil is far too expensive.|\n
Here, I think I have an extra one.\n
I can show you how to use it.|

\s[2]
Huh... Okay, thanks, Sir.|

\s[5]
Not a problem... Er, what's your name\n
young man? I keep forgetting to ask.|

\s[2]
Dorin. Dorin Vaus.|

\s[5]
Vaus? ... Are you related to Ban Vaus?|

\s[2]
He is-- ... Was my father.|

\s[5]
Was? Ban has... died? I'm sorry again,\n
I've brought up difficult memories.|

\s[2]
... It was two years ago.\b[2|2] I... I'm fine.|

\s[5]\e[5|2]
Damn it! What happened? An illness? Bandits?|

\s[2]
...\b[2|0] Remember when I said someone was\n
taken from my family? The people who stole\n
my sister and mother away killed my father.|

\s[5]
What!? That... That's disgraceful!|

\s[2]
Worst part is... Maybe he wouldn't be dead\n
if I wasn't such a coward.\m[2|2]\e[2|2] I hid in the\n
woods! Like some kind of scared rabbit!|

\s[5]\e[5|0]
Son, that's not--|

\s[2]
I should have been there! I... I saw\n
what they did to him... I... I--|
\s[-2]

\f[2|nil]
\sound[Collapse]

\f[2|None]\name[2|Dorin]
\s[2]
Aaaahhh... F-father...|
\s[-2]

\m[5|4]\w[4]
\s[4]
Let it out... Just let it all out...|
\s[-2]

## A
# Battle
\f[2|Dorin]
\s[2]
Whew! Much better! The weight is\n
a lot better, and the edge is sharp.|\n
I wonder if I could use Father's\n
sword at this rate... I'd need to use\n
that water stone Sir Galehaut gave me.|
\s[-2]

\w[16]

\f[5|Galehaut]
\s[5]
Dorin! Well done, son; you move just\n
as smoothly as your father did.|

\s[2]\e[2|1]
I don't think I'm that good yet...\e[2|0]\n
Say, Sir Galehaut, how did you\n
and my father meet anyway?|

\s[5]
Ah, I met Ban soon after I moved here.|\n
When I was in Avilion, I worked as a\n
farmhand, but left after the place I\n
was working experience mass crop failure.|\n
I traveled across the border into Heior\n
and ran into him doing training exercises.|

\s[2]
... Sounds like my father all right.|

\s[5]\e[5|1]
I was fascinated by his bladework, and his\n
sword as well. Well, actually he told me it\n
was a Katana. A relic of his family's.|

\s[2]
Yep. I carry with me in honor of my father.\n
Amatsu, the seven-pointed blade of the sun.|

\s[5]
We got to talking, and found we had a fair\n
amount in common. He offered to teach me\n
smithing, while I shared my knowledge of farming.|\n
That must have been about... 18 years ago.|

\s[2]
Before I was born, then.|

\s[5]
Before? Ah, then you must be nearly\n
the same age as my son Francis.|\n
A shame we parted ways for such a\n
long period of time... I would have\n
loved for you two to have met.|\b[5|2]\n
A regret I have now that your family\n
has been torn apart... I swear this to\n
you, Dorin, I will help you save them.|\b[5|0]\n
Both your mother and your sister.|

\s[2]
... Thank you, Sir Galehaut. I... to be,\n
honest, I question my own abilities when\n
it comes to rescuing them, but...|\e[2|1]\n
With a man as capable as you with me?\n
We'll handle it easily! My sword, your\n
axe, and my father watching over us both.|

\s[5]\e[5|1]
That's right. Now, stay sharp! We still\n
have foes out here to handle before we\n
can achieve this shared goal of ours.|

\s[2]
Understood! Follow my lead!|
\s[-2]

\f[2|nil]

\w[16]

\s[5]
... He really does have his father's\n
swordsmanship.\e[5|0] But, I wonder why he\n
doesn't use the Amatsu... Ah well.|\n
Maybe he wants to prove to his father\n
that he can stand on his own two feet.|\b[5|2]\n
Ban... you've got one helluva son.|
\s[-2]