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Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance
Support conversations- Brom and Zihark

C Support

Brom: Hmm...? Hey, what are you doing?
Zihark: Hi, Brom. I'm just fixing my shoulder guard. See? It's starting to rip right here.
Brom: Oh, yeah. You don't want to go into battle like that! This one time, I had a... Hey! How do you know my name?
Zihark: Hm? Oh, I'm just good at remembering names and faces. Natural talent, I suppose. Sorry if I got a little fresh with you! Let me introduce myself. I'm Zihark  How do you do, Brom?
Brom:: Howdy! Nice to meet you! Fixing a shoulder guard is tough work. What do you do when you're not at war? You work in leather?
Zihark: Nope. Just a swordsman.
Brom: Huh...I didn't know swordsmen could fix something like this. That's quite a skill!
Zihark: I taught myself. Mercenaries don't make good money, you know. I can't afford to visit a tradesman... And...done! All right, that should hold.
Brom: Wow... Isn't that something? I have to teach my youngest son how to do that!
Zihark: How many children do you have, Brom?
Brom: I've got five sons and three daughters. In fact...my oldest girl is just about your age.
Zihark: I figured you would have lots of children.
Brom: How did you figure that?
Zihark: Just look at you, Brom. You're a big man with a big heart. The perfect daddy!
Brom: Y-you think so? Oh, stop! You're embarrassing me!

B Support

Brom: Howdy, Zihark. I had a good time with you the other day.
Zihark: Heya, Brom! You're quite the talker! You made me laugh the whole time. I haven't had such a fun meal in a long time.
Brom: Aw, shucks! That makes me happy that I invited you out.
Zihark: Oh, yeah. This is my share. Take it.
Brom: Don't worry about it. I invited you, remember? It's on me.
Zihark: I can't let you do that, big guy. You invited me on short notice, and I didn't have any cash on me. But today I'm ready, so let me pay for my half.
Brom: Well, even if you want to, I don't even remember how much I paid.
Zihark: The total came to four fifty. I'll give you two and a quarter, and we can call it even.
Brom: Well, aren't you a fine young man! You've got a good memory, and you can do math!
Zihark: That's just my nature. Most mercenaries are basically lazy and sloppy... I think I drive them crazy.
Brom: Nah. That just makes you even more of a true man! I bet you're pretty popular with the young lasses, eh? Eh?!
Zihark: Um...not...really. It would take an... eccentric girl to love a guy like me.
Brom: I tell you, Zihark, sometimes I don't get this world. I mean, even a simpleton like me has a family!
Zihark: Ha! I'm telling you, Brom, you're a good man. Trust me on this one.
Brom: Oh, I have an idea! And it's a humdinger! You should marry my daughter!
Zihark: Um... Er... I should what?
Brom: I don't mean to sound like a proud poppa, but they're all great girls! And if I like you this much, I'm sure that my daughters will like you, too.
Zihark: Heh... Hey, enough with the jokes, Brom...
Brom: How about it? I think you'd be a great match for the oldest one! You're both the same age!
Zihark: Oh, boy...