Quinn x Branor

## Branor x Quinn
# Talk/Base
\r[5]\f[5|Quinn]\w[7]
\f[1|Branor]
\s[5]
If you were trying to sneak up on\n
me, that was a piss-poor attempt.|\r[5]\n
You stomp around like you're trying\n
to get caught. Who are you exactly?|

\s[1]\e[1|1]
No need to be so hostile, I'm a friend.|

\s[5]
I don't recognize your voice or\n
your walking pattern. So no, you're\n
no friend of mine. Leave me be.|

\s[1]
Quinn, right?|

\s[5]
... I said leave--|

\s[1]
I'm Branor. I just wanted to meet you\n
because we have something in common.|

\s[5]
Eh? And what would that be?|

\s[1]
Lack of vision. I'm blind, just like you.|

\s[5]
Fascinating. I don't care.\n
I'm going to leave if you won't.|
\s[-2]

\f[5|nil]

\w[16]
\m[1|2]\w[4]
\s[2]
Well, he's about as blunt as\n
I had heard... Ah well. Guess\n
it makes sense, given his age.|
\s[-2]

## C
\r[4]\f[4|Branor]\m[4|5]\w[16]
\s[5]
... Hold on... Quinn, is that you?\r[5]\e[5|1]\n
Look who's sneaking up on who now.|
\s[-2]

\w[16]

\f[2|Quinn]
\s[2]
... Hmph. I wasn't sneaking up on\n
you, I was observing your habits.|\n
You wander around in a clumsy manner,\n
which tells me you're not used to\n
being visually impaired, are you?|

\s[5]
Right, I used to be able to see just\n
fine. I was a mercenary and a sailor.\n
My eyes were my best trait, actually.|

\s[2]
The irony of then losing them. I've been\n
blind since birth, so I've never seen\n
anything outside of... whatever this is.|

\s[5]\e[5|0]
Do you see like... Black?|

\s[2]\e[2|2]
I don't know what Black looks like.\n
I don't know what ANY color looks like.|

\s[5]
Ah... Right, right. Sorry. We're\n
kind of from opposite perspectives.|

\s[2]\e[2|0]
... How did you lose your eyesight anyway?|

\s[5]\e[5|1]
Ah, so I've intrigued you, have I?|

\s[2]
No. It just... seems like the next\n
logical question. I rescind it, then.|

\s[5]
I'm just messing with you, Quinn.\n
I have to get going, but next time,\n
I tell you all about that ordeal.|

\s[2]
Oh, I'm SO excited. Can't you tell?|
\s[-2]

## B
\r[2]\f[2|Branor]\w[8]\f[5|Quinn]
\w[4]
\s[5]
Branor, there you are.|
\s[-2]

\m[2|2]\r[2]
\s[2]
W-whoa! Did you need to sneak up on me?|

\s[5]
Huh? I was just... Wait, you didn't\n
notice my feet? I wasn't that quiet.|

\s[2]\e[2|1]
My ears aren't honed to the extent\n
yours are, you could have snuck up\n
on a deer being that silent!|

\s[5]
... Hm. Anyway, since we're both\n
here you can tell your story now.|

\s[2]
All right, give me a second.|
\s[-2]

\w[32]

\m[2|2]\w[8]
\s[2]
All right... Well, like most\n
stories from a sailor, it all\n
began with a woman.|

\s[5]
Uh... Okay. Sure.|

\s[2]\e[2|0]
I'll spare you the details, but I was\n
hired by this woman to get her across\n
the ocean from one place to another.|

\s[5]
No, give me all of the details.\n
I operate off of information.|

\s[2]
Well, it was... technically a secret.\n
Like... no one knew they were leaving.|

\s[5]
That hardly matters now, given\n
that was then and this is now.|

\s[2]
... Hmm, I guess you're right.|\n
Her name was Annales, and she\n
wanted to go from Kameloth to\n
a remote location in Caerleon.|

\s[5]
What was in Caerleon?|

\s[2]
Hah... Nothing any of us expected. To\n
put it lightly, it wasn't a warm welcome.|

\s[5]
So it was some kind of trap... This Annales\n
sounds like an idiot noble. The type to just\n
dive headfirst into an idea without thinking.|

\s[2]
I would say she was a bit like that...\n
Could even call it... desperation.\n
Something about her seemed... lost.|

\s[5]
Well, what happened next?|

\s[2]
I'll have to tell you next time.|

\s[5]\m[5|5]\e[5|2]
What?! Come on! We have time!|

\s[2]\e[2|1]
Sure, but I like stopping right\n
when my audience is hooked.|

\s[5]
Ugh. Deplorable. Fine... Next time.|
\s[-2]

## Base
\f[5|Quinn]\f[2|Branor]
\s[5]
There you are! Have you been\n
trying to avoid me or something?!|

\s[2]
Hmm? Quinn? No, I havent.\n
... Come to think about it,\n
how exactly do you find people?|

\s[5]
... I ask others if they've\n
seen the person in question.|\n
I have the camp memorized at\n
this point, Pellinore and Ywain\n
set it up exactly the same way.|

\s[2]
Oh, I guess that makes sense...|

\s[5]
Anyway, enough stalling. You\n
left off at Annales' desperation.|

\s[2]
Right right.|
\s[-2]