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Sven x Al
C
Al is alone when suddenly Sven comes by
Sven: I saw the signal and came as quick as I could.
Al: You came here quicker than I expected, Sven.
Sven: Excuse me?
Al: Nothing, nothing. So, Sven, what did you add to last night’s soup?
Sven: …This is not the place and time, Algimas.
Al:. Was it Paprika? Pepper?  Cinnamon?
Sven: I am leaving now.
Al: And there he goes. I really need to figure out what that was… maybe it was alcohol …

B
Al: Sven, there you are.
Sven: What was that last night?
Al: The dinner? Oh, I just thought I would try something different.
Sven: Different… Tell me, when is whiskey a typical addition to a stew.
Al: Well, my mom always added a bit of alcohol to our stew when I was a kid.
Sven: Most likely gin or something similar.
Al: Whisky can’t be that bad to add.
Sven: It is if you don’t know how to prepare the dish. You just don’t simply add the alcohol, you allow it to burn away to only leave the taste behind, such as deglazing a dish.
Al…
Sven: ...
Al: Wow. I knew you were a decent cook, but this is something else. Where did you learn all of this stuff?
Sven: We’ve talked enough of cooking on the battlefield; this is a warzone, not a kitchen.
Al: Well, slowly but surely I am chipping away at him. Still, he is no ordinary mercenary, that’s for certain.

A
Al: So after you deglaze it, what do you do next?
Sven: Wouldn’t this be better to explain at camp, Algimas?
Al: Come on Sven, I think we can relax a bit now.
Sven: What are you talking about?
Al: Aren’t we war buddies by now?
Sven: I wouldn’t go as far as to say that. I am just a mercenary fighting for your troop.
Al: I wouldn’t say just a mercenary, your culinary skills are far from ordinary.
Sven: What are you getting at?
Al: Tell me, where did you learn how to cook?
Sven: Is this an order?
Al: It could be if you don’t answer, Sven.
Sven: If you must know, I was a conscripted soldier in Zentrim. Before that, I was a son of a baker. When I wasn't in the bakery, I would cook for others here and there to earn a little more for the family.
Al: Damn, I thought you were a royal cook or something. Well, this makes it a lot easier.
Sven: ?
Al: So Sven, what do you think of the Crimson Arm?
Sven: To be truthful, Algimas, the Crimson Arm looks more like a collection of misfits that are seemingly kept together through you and the tactician.
Al: I know, right? So here is the deal: Once your contract is up, I am not hiring you back as a mercenary.
Sven: Wait, did I do something wrong?
Al: Let me finish. Instead, I am going to be hiring you as a chef.
Sven: A chef, Are you alright, Algimas?
Al: Your skills are being wasted on the battlefield. Sure, you are a monster in battle, but you can do so much more in the kitchen. That’s why I am going to hire you as such.
Sven: And my wyvern?
Al: He can come along too, sure.
Sven: My wyvern is female.
Al:… well, the same still applies. She is more than welcomed to stay as well.
Sven:… then you have a deal, Algimas.

C Support

Aceline: You! Rorick!
Rorick: Eh? Uh, yeah, sure's me. What's yer name again?
Aceline: ...Have you at least the sense to remember your own comrades' names?
Rorick: 'Ey, dun' be sassin' me. I got more import’nt things ta' think 'bout, like keepin' yer li'l head on yer l'il neck!
Aceline: Mocking me, are you?
Rorick: Look, I see ya' be holdin' yer own somehow, but ya keep this up and yer' bound to lose an eye.
Aceline: I am more than prepared to give my life if need be!
Rorick: 'Ey 'ey, dun' even think 'bout dyin'. Uncle Rorick ain't gonna see dat happen, ya' hear?
Aceline: ... I am done here. Talking to you is an exercise in frustration.
[Exit Aceline]
Rorick: Kiddo's tough, I'll let 'er 'ave that. She dun' know what she's gettin' herself into, though.

B Support

Rorick: Ah, uh... Ace-line?
Aceline: Ace line? What's an “ace line?”
Rorick: Yeah! Yer' Ace-line, right?
Aceline: ...My name is Aceline.
Rorick: Oho! Right, 'course. Sorry, din' wanna tee ya' off, so I ended up askin' somebody else fer yer name.
Aceline: I can only suppose who told you that. Have you returned to belittle me?
Rorick:  Be’lil ya nothin'. Yer' the one who's all in arms 'bout stickin' yer' neck out for some reason.
Aceline: I have little use for a lecture from one such as you.
Rorick: I ain't tryin' ta' put ya down 'r anythin', sheesh. Why're ya' so hoked up, anyway? Ya got somethin' to prove?
Aceline: You have no grasp of familial honor?
Rorick: Not if some jerk parents be sendin' their kiddo ta' die, I ain't.
Aceline: ... Listen, brute. My parents are dead. I fight to uphold their honor and to restore our house. Do you understand now?
Rorick: Uh? Wait, wha...
[Exit Aceline]
Rorick: ... What a darned fool I be.

A Support

Rorick: Oy! Aceline!
Aceline: You again. What is it now?
Rorick: Been thinkin' for a spell, and I still think ya' ain't cut out fer the whole “die fer' yer family” business.
Aceline: Still with this demeaning prattle?
Rorick: Wait, hear me out, will ya'? I'm pretty sure ya' folks in high heaven won't expect ya to just keel over 'n die.
Aceline: Do you believe me a lemming? I am not lining myself up for the sword.
Rorick: Ya' sure settin' yerself up like ya' are. Yer doin' yer folks a good dealla' good. Dun' wrestle yerself weak inta' thinkin' ya' are.
Aceline: ... Says the fool who spat on my honor.
Rorick: That's 'fore I saw the fire in ya' belly. Ya' proved a lot ta' me, but I better not see ya' think that's all ya got.
Aceline: Hmph, far from it. I have far too much to do for death to claim me yet. For one, I cannot fall until you cease talking down to me.
Rorick: Now that's the spirit! ... Though, I can't make any promises 'bout that wish ever happenin'. I ain’t gettin’ any tinier.
Aceline: That is not what I meant!

C Support
Chiara: Hey you! Fat man!
Boleslav: You’re talking to me?
Chiara: Yes. Do not understand. You, very strong. Good at fighting. But, so fat!
Boleslav: Hey, I’ll have you know that this body of mine was meh-tih-cue-lously built by yours truly. Every part of it is the best at what it does, lemme tell you.
Chiara: ... But, that. And that. All fat.
Boleslav: You just have to understand, this is who I am. I don’t know what kinda ideas you have about what the perfect body is, but I know that this is my ideal form.
Chiara: ... Ideal form? All fat?
Boleslav: It’s an artisan balance of fat and muscle. You can’t have one without the other, you know.
Chiara: Huh. Hmm... okay.
Boleslav: Glad we’re finally understanding each other! That’s the first step to a strong camaraderie, lemme tell ya.
Chiara: ... But, still fat.
Boleslav: Lemme reiterate that this body is not just fat...

B Support
Boleslav: You know what, Chiara? You’d probably be a lot stronger if you just put a little more bulk on.
Chiara: N-no, it’s ok. My body, ideal form. No need.
Boleslav: If you say so. You don’t look like the type that’s fighting to put food on the table, though. What’s your deal? You’re not from around these parts, right?
Chiara: Fighting to be best. Travel far for glory and honor.
Boleslav: Ah, that’s pretty neat. I know a thing or two about being the best, lemme tell you.
Chiara: That so.
Boleslav: It all starts with a good attitude and a lot of gumption. Nothing in life comes to you if you don’t have gumption. That’s determination if you didn’t know.
Chiara: Uh huh. But, must be good. All gumption no skill, no good.
Boleslav: Very true, very true. Selling yourself is important, too. Nobody’ll hire someone if they can’t impress at a glance.
Chiara: Huh... selling. One talk with Algimas, all aboard. Heh, I sell well.
Boleslav: Thinking about now, the captain came to us for business, didn’t he? He must have a good eye for good hands.
Chiara: Heh, is talent.

A Support
Chiara: Boleslav, question.
Boleslav: What’s the matter? Need another word of wisdom?
Chiara: I, fight for glory and honor. You, why fight?
Boleslav: Hey, if you’re the best at what you do, why wouldn’t you?
Chiara: Being best, not all. Any reason?
Boleslav: Well, I gotta feed my family after all.
Chiara: Oh? Brothers, sisters? All fat, no doubt.
Boleslav: Heh, you’re something else. But no, I meant my wife and kids.
Chiara: ... Wife and what?
Boleslav: Wife and kids. You know, when you have a wife and love her very much-
Chiara: No, I mean... er, congratulations?
Boleslav: Thanks, but we’ve been married for the last, what would it be, six years now?
Chiara: That long? Hrm...?
Boleslav: Lemme tell you, she’s a real sight for sore eyes. I oughta introduce her to you when things settle down.
Chiara: Hmm... uh...
Boleslav: Can’t get too distracted thinking about home, though. Let’s wrap up around here before I tell you more about her. Sound good?
Chiara: Yes. Let’s go.
[Boleslav leaves]
Chiara: ... Maybe, she’s fat? But, Boleslav? Big world...