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Marquess Araphen: Ah, it's Rath! You've done well. What a performance!
Rath : Sir... If you have praise, it should be given to this group.
Marquess : Hm? Who are you?
Lyn  : My name is Lyndis. I'm pleased you're well.
Marquess : Oh... It's you. You're Marquess Caelin's--- Leave us, Rath. I would
  speak with this girl.
Rath : ...
Marquess : Now... Lady Lyndis. Do you know the identity of those responsible
  for this uproar?
Lyn  : I believe it to be the work of my granduncle, Lundgren.
Marquess : That's exactly right. Whih means my castle has been damaged in your
  family's petty inheritance dispute.
Lyn  : My-My apologies...
Marquess : When I heard that Lady Madelyn's daughter was in trouble, I thought
  to lend my assistance... I find I've changed my mind. I withdraw my offer.
Kent : Marquess Araphen! You gave me your word, my lord!
Marquess : Your name is Kent, is it not? You failed to inform me of one most
  vital detail!
Kent : What... What do you mean?
Marquess : This girl does resemble Lady Madelyn, but... I didn't expect to
  see her so tainted with the blood of Sacae.
Lyn  : What?!?
Marquess : Don't you feel the marquess of Caelin would be troubled to meet
  this... nomadic mongrel?
Sain : You--!
Kent : Sain! Hold! My apologies, my lord Marquess.
Marquess : Hm... Your man is poorly disciplined.
Kent : Marquess Araphen! Please... If you would grace us with your aid...
Marquess : ... I hear Marquess Caelin is ill and abed. I question whether he
  will survive to meet this girl. In which case, his brother, Lundgren, will
  claim his title. And I certainly wish to avoid trouble with the coming
  marquess.
Sain : You scheming...
Lyn  : Sain! I understand. Kent, Sain, we take our leave at once.
Kent : Milady Lyndis! We--
Lyn  : I am proud of the Sacae blood that runs through my veins. I will NOT
  accept aid from one who disparages my heritage.

Sain : That was well done, milady! The marquess is a lout. Don't worry about
  anything. We're all here for you! Isn't that so, Kent?
Kent : I beg your forgiveness.
Lyn  : Why are you apologizing, Kent?
Kent : I've been so concerned with seeing you to Caelin. I failed to take
  your feelings into account.
Lyn  : Is that it? Trouble yourself no more. You have put my safety above all
  else. I have seen that... Hold your head up and be proud.
Kent : Milady Lyndis...

Marquess : Bah! Arrogant child! If she had but shed a single tear, I would
  have granted her request. We Lycian nobles will never understand those
  prideful savages.
Rath : ... Are those your true feelings toward the nomads of Sacae, milord?
Marquess : What? Oh, Rath! I didn't see you there. My comments do not reflect
  on you. Yo are my captain. I'm proud of your service.
Rath : Of course. As long as we bend our knee to you, you care not where
  we're from. But when an equal comes from my lands? What conceit.
Marquess : Rath! How can you speak to me like that? I have treated you well,
  have I not? I have paid you well. I have treated you better than your kind
  deserves.
Rath : You will never understand. My service ends here.

Lyn  : The marquess of Araphen... He said my grandfather was ill. We must
  hurry to Caelin...
Kent : As we approach Caelin, Lundgren's obstacles will be more difficult to
  overcome. However, I've vowed to see you through to the end, milady!
Lyn  : I'm counting on you, Kent.
Sain : I'm with you, too!
Lyn  : Thank you, Sain. Agung... Thank you for always standing at my side.
  It's because of all of you that I... I will persevere! They will never
  break my spirit!

Rath : ...
Lyn  : Rath! WHAT IS IT? What are you--
Rath : I overheard the marquess talking to himself. Lyn of the Lorca...
  Proud daugther of the Sacae... I would join you. I would add my strength
  to yours.
Lyn  : Really?
Rath : And this... I want you to take it.
Lyn  : This is... Gold!? It's too much. I can't accept it.
Rath : I have no need for it. And if it will help you...
Lyn  : But...
Rath : I cannot take back something once offered.
Lyn  : Rath... I thank you.