Talk to Tristan.
Idal
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Hello? Anybody home?
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Esyllt
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Hello. Welcome to...!
Asher, grab the Guild Master and don't let him go.
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Asher
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Whoa! You could have told us that sooner!
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Tristan
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Hmm? What's going...
Idal! Why you...
Asher, let go of me!
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Asher
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No, please! Calm down, Guild Master...
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Idal
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Thank you for the warm welcome.
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Idal
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Tristan, there must be some misunderstanding.
I am simply here to talk about business. Calm yourself.
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Tristan
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Enough with the fake manners. Let's take this outside.
Man to man, Coffer Chaser against Coffer Chaser.
I don't need a stinking letter to tell you what's what!
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Idal
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Tristan, I've retired from being a Coffer Chaser.
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Tristan
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And I... What?
You're...you're joking.
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Idal
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It's true, Tristan.
I now focus on managing the guild's affairs.
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Tristan
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Then what are you doing here?
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Idal
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I have come to ask for your assistance.
We recently received an official request from the empire.
They want us to find the holy artifacts
which were lost in transport.
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Idal
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We found evidence that the artifacts might be in the desert.
That's why we've been searching the desert region.
But it seems that one of your Coffer Chasers
was seen in the area.
We simply want to share information.
Please, this is of great importance to the nation.
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Tristan
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Only one Coffer Chaser?
Not two?
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Idal
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Yes, it was Solair.
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Tristan
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You... You were never one to take requests like this?
What happened to you?
Now you're playing lapdog to the empire?
What were you thinking?
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Idal
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Tristan... You wouldn't understand.
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Tristan
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What, I'm too dumb to get your motivations?
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Kean
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Just a moment.
You said this was an imperial request, yes?
Do you have the official documents?
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Idal
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Indeed, they are right here.
Is there a problem?
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Kean
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I'm Kean, with the Royal Guards.
Allow me to take a look at that document.
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Idal
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Oh, goodness! Yes, of course.
My apologies for not recognizing you.
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Kean
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...
This is an authentic, official document.
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Idal
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Are you here on imperial business too, Kean?
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Kean
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Yes. I'm here on orders from the Emperor himself.
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Idal
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The Emperor?
That can't be right...
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Kean
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What are you talking about?
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Idal
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I'm saying that you might not have it right,
since you are only a Royal Guard.
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Idal
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We should continue this later.
Get some rest. I'll be staying at the Constable's Office.
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Tristan
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Hey! What, are you running away?
What a jerk!
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Kean
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How dare he speak down to me like that!
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Esyllt
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That was painful to watch.
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Kean
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I'll teach him some manners!
Only a Royal Guard, he says?
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Tristan
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That's right!
I knew we would see things eye to eye.
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Milo
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...Let's go back to the Inn for a second. My head is hurting.
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You learned the Story: Ghosts of Malina.
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