C Support

Rennac: Ah… Why has fate chosen to treat me so cruelly?
Dozla: Ah, Rennac. You look so pleased to have been reunited with Princess L’Arachel. I’m glad we’re all in one piece!
Rennac: You haven’t changed, Dozla. Your ability to misread people still ruins all conversation. I am lamenting, old man! I am raging against my horrible misfortune! You’re a vassal sworn to serve Princess L’Arachel. You’re supposed to be here. I, however, am not. I’m temporary. Got it? I’m an employee! I am NOT a vassal!
Dozla: Gwah ha ha! You’re just as interesting as ever. You’re still hard to follow, but…
Rennac: This is not a conversation for you to enjoy, and it’s not at all hard to follow! It’s not that I don’t enjoy being in this army, but traveling with her again… I mean, I haven’t even been properly paid for the last job.
Dozla: Oh, so it’s about money, is it? In that case, you’ve no worries, Rennac. All you have to do is see Princess L’Arachel safely back to Rausten. Once that’s done, His Majesty will pay you any amount you desire.
Rennac: That’s what I heard the last time, but do you have any idea how much I desire? When he hears it, His Majesty may very well explode!
Dozla: Hmm, so about 1,000 gold pieces?
Rennac: Huh? You can’t even buy a proper blade for that price!
Dozla: What, 5,000 then?
Rennac: You’ve got the wrong number of zeroes, old man.
Dozla: Oh, my apologies. So you want 500 gold, eh?
Rennac: No! That’s smaller! It cannot get smaller! I want more! It’s 50,000! 50,000 gold! And I’ll bend 50,000 ears to get it if I have to! Someone must listen!
Dozla: Oh, right. I understand! You need 50,000 ears, is that it? Very well, when we return to Rausten we’ll get 50,000 people together! Wait…that’s 100,000 ears. Well anyway, you’ll have all the ears you need!
Rennac: It’s just a figure of speech, old man. Bah! I was a fool to complain.

B Support

Rennac: Life is…a fickle beast, is it not, old man?
Dozla: Why are you so solemn, Rennac? You can’t win battles if you’ve no hope!
Rennac: This journey has taught me the hollowness and the transience of life’s pleasures. Ah, to what end do we toil on this unforgiving earth? Why do we live?
Dozla: Why do we live? Well, if you’re not alive, then you’re dead, and… Er…if you’re dead, then you can’t eat, and… What was I saying? I think I must be getting hungry. I wonder what’s for dinner. My belly’s a-rumbling!
Rennac: It must be nice to have no worries other than what to eat, old man. And not just you, either. I’m sure that a certain young lady has nothing to worry about, either.
Dozla: What’s that? Do you mean Princess L’Arachel? That girl believes the world will turn out just as she envisions it. I doubt if the word “worry” even has any meaning to her in the first place.
Rennac: What a completely envious position to be in. I may not look it now, but I’m the son of a wealthy Carcino merchant. I believed that you could move the world if you but had the gold. Money was everything, and with money, nothing was beyond my reach! I adored money! I loved money! You see?
Dozla: What good fortune for you that your father was a thriving merchant.
Rennac: That’s just it… There are people who can do anything without any money at all… She’s overbearing and egotistical, yet she has us all jumping through hoops. That’s a skill normal people don’t possess.
Dozla: That’s Princess L’Arachel! She makes the impossible possible! You’re with her because she made a deep impression on you, too, right?
Rennac: A deep impression? It’s more like I’m in shock, and my brain’s been frozen.
Dozla: What? Your brain’s frozen? That’ll never do! Did you forget to wear a hat? Let me at it. I’ll thaw it out.
Rennac: Knock it off! I was speaking figuratively! You know? As in “not literally”? You’re too strong to joke around like that! Stop it!
Dozla: Gwah ha ha! Just teasing you!
Rennac: Sigh… What a pair the two of you make… You know, you’re the only one who can keep up with Princess L’Arachel, old man.

A Support

Dozla: You know, Rennac. I was just thinking about something. These battles are tough on an old man like me. I might not make it through to see the end of this.
Rennac: Where did that come from? It better not be an omen.
Dozla: I want to see Princess L’Arachel in her wedding dress one day. That’s my one wish in life: to see her happily wed.
Rennac: Telling me about it isn’t going to make it happen. Trying to find a worthy prince who’s willing to take Princess L’Arachel? That’s no easy task to accomplish.
Dozla: If I end up food for the crows, if I cannot escort the princess home, I want you to take care of her for me.
Rennac: What? Why? No, I won’t do it. You can’t make me! Sorry, but NO! You’re the vassal, old man. I’m nothing more than an escort, a thief. When this war’s over, I’m going to collect my pay and then disappear. You got it? Once Princess L’Arachel settles down, she’ll probably never leave Rausten again. It’s got nothing to do with me.
Dozla: That’s cold, Rennac… I’m disappointed. I’m sure she’ll be so lovely. Princess L’Arachel, the bride… If I gently close my eyes, I can envision what a glorious spectacle it will be.
Rennac: If all you need is someone to listen, I’ll play along. What kind of spectacle?
Dozla: The loving couple exchanging their sacred vows. The joyous citizens of Rausten!
Rennac: “Congratulations, Princess L’Arachel!” “Our condolences, Prince.”
Dozla: The newlyweds will smile and wave as the royal coach passes through the crowds. Can you see the flowers? The silver and gold inlay and the gems glittering in the sun?
Rennac: What? They have a gem-encrusted coach? Now that’s something I must see. I’ll be on the street, waving a flag, then I’ll race up and offer my congratulations!
Dozla: Would you really? That’s happy news. Princess L’Arachel will be so surprised to see you running after them!
Rennac: Yeah, and then she’ll look at me with that smug face and say, “Oh, Rennac. Whatever are you doing here? Come along! Fall in and follow us.”
Dozla: And then Princess L’Arachel will set out across the continent on her honeymoon… I’ve got it! You’ll be her guard on her honeymoon! Fantastic! That’s wonderful!
Rennac: N-no! You’re getting carried away!
Dozla: Now you’re a true vassal to Princess L’Arachel, body and soul. Gwah ha ha!
Rennac: I’ve got a terrible feeling I’ll never get away from Princess L’Arachel…