C Support:

Boucheron: Is this a good idea?
Zelkov: Is something the matter?
Boucheron: Look at this. It’s an invitation from someone called the “Forest Sage.”
Zelkov: I am unfamiliar with the moniker.
Boucheron: Me too. But they want me to go to their cabin.
Zelkov: Oh?
Boucheron: See this map of the mountain they drew?
Boucheron: It says if I can get to the cabin, they’ll give me special medicine to fix my sense of direction.
Boucheron: I didn’t know such a thing existed, but according to this, it does.
Zelkov: A cure for poor direction sense? Does the world truly hold such wonders?
Boucheron: I hope so. The thing is, my sense of direction, honestly, is pretty bad.
Boucheron: The other day, I went out for a walk holding a compass, and I STILL got lost.
Zelkov: Most concerning. So, what will you do?
Boucheron: What else can I do but go?
Boucheron: This has been a problem, and not just for me. If a potion really can fix it, I have to try.
Zelkov: Then allow me to wish you good fortune.
Boucheron: Thanks. Here’s hoping it helps!

B Support:

Zelkov: Ah, Boucheron. What became of the Forest Sage situation?
Boucheron: Well… I tried to meet them, but…I got lost on the way.
Zelkov: An unforeseen turn of events, to be sure.
Boucheron: It was strange, though.
Boucheron: I took a nap in an empty cave, and when I woke up, there was a letter from the Forest Sage.
Zelkov: Go on.
Boucheron: It was full of encouragement, like “You’re close,” “You got this,” and “Don’t give up.”
Zelkov: Extraordinary.
Boucheron: That’s not all. It explained which wrong turns I’d made to get so lost.
Boucheron: And it offered advice on what I could do to get better at finding my way.
Zelkov: I wonder about the motivations of this so-called Forest Sage.
Zelkov: They could have simply left the medicine with this note, but chose not to do so. Why?
Boucheron: It must be really important, for some reason, that I make it to that cabin.
Zelkov: A mysterious sage, to say the least.
Boucheron: Yeah. I’ve made up my mind, though. I’m going to reach that cabin, no matter what.
Zelkov: I admire your determination. Allow me once more to wish you luck.
Boucheron: Thanks. Fingers crossed that next time, I’ll have good news for you.

A Support:

Boucheron: I’ve done it! I’ve finally reached the cabin! Forest Sage, here I come!
Zelkov: Excellent, you have arrived. Welcome. I am the Forest Sage.
Boucheron: Huh? Is that…Zelkov?!
Boucheron: I… I don’t understand. What’s going on?
Zelkov: As promised, here is your medicine. Go on, try it.
Boucheron: Uh…OK.
Boucheron: …
Boucheron: It’s sweet. It tastes like, uh…candy.
Zelkov: Correct. It is nothing more than a confection. Perhaps it will put a slight spring in your step.
Zelkov: As for your sense of direction…you did reach this remote cabin with very little help.
Zelkov: Perhaps that suggests something about the state of your abilities.
Boucheron: Oooh! I got better without even realizing it!
Zelkov: Precisely.
Zelkov: I had heard rumors of this weakness of yours. Correcting it seemed like a worthy project.
Zelkov: That is how the Forest Sage came to be. I devised this stratagem to lead you here.
Boucheron: You went to a lot of trouble.
Zelkov: Elaborate pursuits are a passion of mine.
Zelkov: At first, I thought I would simply train you in navigation. But that was much too simple.
Zelkov: I required a more intricate plan, and so I devised this. I hope you enjoyed the experience.
Boucheron: You know what? I did. Thanks for putting all this together for me.
Zelkov: You are every bit the gentleman I had heard. Some would be angry about the deception.
Boucheron: Angry? Don’t be silly.
Boucheron: I really appreciated the “Forest Sage.” I even hoped we might be friends.
Zelkov: Why is that?
Boucheron: Well, I remembered that nice letter they left for me and the blanket they covered me with.
Boucheron: It was obvious how much they cared. In my mind, they seemed pretty swell.
Zelkov: I see.
Boucheron: There’s just one problem… I doubt this has done anything for my sense of direction.
Zelkov: What? Why?
Boucheron: You’re not the first person to coach me on how to correct my mistakes there.
Boucheron: None of it’s worked. That’s why I really had my heart set on that medicine.
Boucheron: But in the end, it was only sugar.
Zelkov: …
Boucheron: Are you OK, Zelkov? Sorry about this. I know it must be disappointing.
Zelkov: Oh, no, my friend. Quite the opposite.
Zelkov: This proves to be a grander game than I had anticipated. I am excited to plot my next move.
Boucheron: Your next move? You mean to do it again?
Zelkov: Soon, you will receive a missive from the Ocean Sage. I hope you will attend to their words.
Boucheron: Hahaha, all right. As you wish, O great sage Zelkov.