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Endracion: A recruit? What do you want with this gatehouse?
Endracion: Hmm...not much work for those wet behind the ears, but...
Endracion: How about slaying Orcish scouts? Only the yellowest of yealrings would run from that, and we've no work for cowards here.
Endracion: If you're to take the mission, I'll be happy to explain.
Endracion: Here's your mission. Orcish scouts roam outside; kill one and bring me his axe as proof.
Endracion: You'll have to bring me an Orcish axe. No other kind will do. Understand?
Endracion: That is all. You'll take the mission then?
Endracion: Bring me one of those axes, and your mission will be a success. No running away now; we've a proud country to defend!
You accept the mission.
Endracion: Oh, you're back. Well, if you're so happy you defeated an Orc or two, you've got a long way ahead of you!
Endracion: For one so new, I'd be... Hmm?
Rochefogne: Lord knight, forgive this interruption, but there is something I must ask of you.
Rochefogne: I question whether Queen Leaute truly passed away fifteen years past. Tell me, of what cause did she die?
Endracion: Who are you, and why do you pry with such inquiries?
Rochefogne: Please, I have traveled from afar to see Her Highness!
Endracion: You've what!?
Endracion: Very well. Listen closely. Fiften years ago, Queen Leaute fell to a rare sickness. She left this world before we could save her.
Rochefogne: Ah, so an illness claimed her life.
Endracion: Well, it's none of your concern at any rate. Even if she lives, an adventurer like you could never see her, much less the inside of Chateau d'oraguille.
Rochefogne: Er...
Rochefogne: What was the name of her illness?
Endracion: We are not told such things. Only the royal family would know.
Rochefogne: Is that so? Well, I thank you for your kindess, proud knight of San d'Oria.
Endracion: Hey, wait!
Endracion: What was the matter with that adventurer? He was awfully stubborn, wasn't he?
Endracion: He seemed to know the late queen personally, but how could he not be aware of her death?
Endracion: At any rate, your work is done. Excellent form, my friend!