Briarland - Silver Owl Citadel
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I hear people on the other side of this door |
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Yuu, Grim, get back. Let's do this, Silver. |
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*Sebek breaks down the door* |
Cook A |
Eep! Don't hurt us! Please! |
Cook B |
We just work here as cooks... Huh?
Oh, goodness-it's you! I wish you would have spared us the fright, sir. |
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Wait, what? |
Cook A |
Did you beat the fae and make it back already? No surprise there! |
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Beat the fae...? What are you talking about? |
Cook B |
Ah... Wait a minute, dear! Look closer! It's not him at all! |
Cook A |
Oh, you're right! His hair color's completely different and everything! |
Cook A |
Guess he just happens to have a resemblance...Does that mean these are Briarland fae?! |
Cook A |
We're done for... *sniff* |
Cook B |
And we were about to be grandparents... If only we could've seen the baby's face… |
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Hold on. We're not here to harm you. |
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We're looking for something. We'll be gone as soon as we find it. |
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Brooms! Bring us your brooms! Gwee hee hee! |
Cook B |
Eep! A talking direbeast?! |
| Don’t scare them, Grim!
| Hee hee hee! Give us all the brooms you got!
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Don't worry. Grim may be a direbeast, but he doesn't bite. |
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Again, we're not here to harm you at all. |
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We want to take our wounded to safety and need brooms to do so. |
Cook A |
Your wounded? Aren't you fae? |
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...Yes, we are. |
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From your perspective, I understand we...might be enemies, But... |
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Could you please help us? |
Cook B |
All right. I'll tell you where the brooms are. |
Cook B |
Look at them, dear. |
Cook B |
They're younger than our son! And do you see their ears? |
Cook A |
They're round... So they're humans? Why would they side with the fae? |
Cook B |
Could be any number of reasons. Maybe the fae are threatening them somehow… |
….
SFX |
*Sebek's stomach growls* |
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Sebek… |
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...That wasn't me. |
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No need to be ashamed. This scullery is indeed full of appetizing smells. |
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NO!!! If it was anyone, it was Yuu! |
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By now I know the sound of your stomach growling when I hear it, Sebek. |
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SHUT UP, SILVER! |
Cook A |
...Are you boys hungry? |
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No…! |
SFX |
*Sebek's stomach growls* |
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Mrah... Great, now Sebek's got my stomach growlin' too! |
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I've been goin' days with nothin' but jerky and berries...*drool* |
Cook A |
Hmph, why didn't you say so?! Honey, pack them some bread and bacon. |
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How dare you?! I don't need your charity! |
Cook A |
We're cooks. Feeding hungry folks is our job. |
Cook A |
The food would've gone to waste anyway, now that Henrick and his people have up and left. This works out nicely. |
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Mrah! That's what I'm talkin' about! Say, Gramps.Can I get some of this soup while we're at it? |
Cook A |
Sure, have as much as you like. |
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Grim! Have you no sense of self-preservation?! |
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I don't gotta take that from the guy whose stomach went off first! |
Cook B |
Here you are: bread, bacon, and some water. I don't know if it suits fae palates, but take it. |
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Thank you. We owe you a debt of gratitude. |
{{Dialogue||*Silver smiles*
Cook B |
...You really are similar. |
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Wait, what? |
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Hey, Silver! Quit chatting and find out where their supply closet is! |
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Ah, right. |
Cook B |
You'll find it on the north side, upstairs. |
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Thank you. I think it's best if you two keep hiding here until our people have left. |
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I am truly sorry we frightened you. Please take care of yourselves. |
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