Helizabel x Breunor

## Helizabel x Breunor
## C
## Battle
\r[2]\f[2|Breunor]\m[2|2]\w[4]
\s[2]
Hah! That will teach you to test\n
the mettle of a Pyderi Templar.|\scroll
...\r[2] It is rude to stare, you know.|
\s[-2]

\f[6|Helizabel]\m[6|5]\w[4]
\s[5]
Apologies, Sir Breunor, correct?|

\s[2]
That is I, milady. You are part\n
of the Merovian Alliance, correct?|

\s[5]
At this point, we are members of\n
the collective Kamelothian army now.|\n
But yes, I hail from Merovin.\n
I am Helizabel, eldest daughter\n
of Marquess Lot of House Saras.|

\s[2]
Many titles... I apologize for any\n
disrespect my flippancy caused.|

\s[5]\e[5|1]
You have nothing to apologize for; I\n
was the one spying on you, after all.|

\s[2]
Pray tell, what were you trying to achieve?|

\s[5]\e[5|0]
Nothing nefarious, I just have a habit of\n
observing people. I like to see how people\n
are when they think no one is watching.|

\s[2]
I hope I did not disappoint you, Lady Helizabel.|

\s[5]
Not at all. I noticed you have quite the\n
mastery of magic, despite being a heavily\n
armored warrior. A bit of an anomaly.|

\s[2]
The clergy who raised me told me I have\n
a natural talent, but my calling is not\n
with tomes and staves, but with steel.|

\s[5]
Oh? You were raised in the church,\n
that would explain your fierce\n
loyalty to the Templars.|

\s[2]
Indeed. My birth parents abandoned\n
me at the church, and the Templars\n
took me in. They are my true family.|\n
Anyway, I believe I should be going.\n
Do not be a stranger, Lady Helizabel.|
\s[-2]

\f[2|nil]
\w[16]

\s[5]
Another abandoned soul... Judging from his\n
appearance, he can't be much older than Lunete.|\n
Just what transpired during that time period\n
for so many children to be throw away by\n
their parents... It saddens me, truly.|
\s[-2]

## Helizabel x Breunor
## C
## Base
\r[2]\f[2|Breunor]\m[2|2]\w[4]
\s[2]
... ... ...|
\s[-2]

\r[2]
\s[2]
I planned to pretend to polish my\n
armor until you left, but it seems\n
you have no intention of leaving.|
\s[-2]

\f[6|Helizabel]\m[6|5]\w[4]
\s[5]
Apologies, Sir Breunor, correct?|

\s[2]
That is I, milady. You are part\n
of the Merovian Alliance, correct?|

\s[5]
At this point, we are members of\n
the collective Kamelothian army now.|\n
But yes, I hail from Merovin.\n
I am Helizabel, eldest daughter\n
of Marquess Lot of House Saras.|

\s[2]
Many titles... I apologize for any\n
disrespect my flippancy caused.|

\s[5]\e[5|1]
You have nothing to apologize for; I\n
was the one spying on you, after all.|

\s[2]
Pray tell, what were you trying to achieve?|

\s[5]\e[5|0]
Nothing nefarious, I just have a habit of\n
observing people. I like to see how people\n
are when they think no one is watching.|

\s[2]
I hope I did not disappoint you, Lady Helizabel.|

\s[5]
Not at all. I noticed you have quite the\n
mastery of magic, despite being a heavily\n
armored warrior. A bit of an anomaly.|

\s[2]
The clergy who raised me told me I have\n
a natural talent, but my calling is not\n
with tomes and staves, but with steel.|

\s[5]
Oh? You were raised in the church,\n
that would explain your fierce\n
loyalty to the Templars.|

\s[2]
Indeed. My birth parents abandoned\n
me at the church, and the Templars\n
took me in. They are my true family.|\n
Anyway, I believe I should be going.\n
Do not be a stranger, Lady Helizabel.|
\s[-2]

\f[2|nil]
\w[16]

\s[5]
Another abandoned soul... Judging from his\n
appearance, he can't be much older than Lunete.|\n
Just what transpired during that time period\n
for so many children to be throw away by\n
their parents... It saddens me, truly.|
\s[-2]

## B
\f[2|Breunor]
\s[2]\e[2|1]
Lady Helizabel, good to see you are\n
not hiding in the shadows again.|
\s[-2]

\f[5|Helizabel]\e[5|1]
\s[5]
Unfortunately, you discovered me\n
quicker than most, so I chose a\n
new observational approach.|

\s[2]\e[2|0]
Oh? What might that be?|

\s[5]
Speaking to you plainly, as I am now.|

\s[2]\e[2|1]
Well, I much prefer this method.|\n