Mycen: Rudolf? Are you here? It’s me, Mycen. I’ve come here as promised.
Rudolf: Ah, Mycen… It has been too long. Thank you for answering my call.
Mycen: There you are, my friend! I must say, I never thought I would set foot on Rigelian soil again. Now, pray tell what was so urgent that you summoned me here. I know it cannot be simply to reminisce on days gone by.
Rudolf: Alas, I fear not… Mycen, in all my years, I have never known a truer friend than you. You are the only man I can trust with this. Here.
Mycen: …An infant? Rudolf, is this your—
Rudolf: My son, yes. He was only just born. His name is Alm. I want you to take him to Zofia and raise him as your own.
Mycen: Are you mad?! What father would hand off his newborn child?! I love you most dear, but I must know the reason for this request.
Rudolf: Yes. The reason… Alm here is destined to one day champion Valentia.
Mycen: How can you know this?
Rudolf: Look at his left hand.
Mycen: …The Brand!
Rudolf: Indeed. Two children with such a mark are prophesied to save Valentia from ruin. And now my son has been born with it. I also hear tale of a newborn Zofian princess who has this selfsame mark.
Mycen: Two children… Then Valentia’s end is drawing near? Is Duma’s madness to blame?
Rudolf: Yes. His time is running short.
Mycen: I see…
Rudolf: Mycen, I have to draw first blood. I must awaken the people to their potential—their own strength— and stop them from leaning so hard on the blessings and precepts of gods. I know the people will rise up against me for what I do. But as a father… nothing would make me prouder than for Alm to lead them.
Rudolf: Promise me, my friend. Promise you will shape my boy into a true champion before that day comes. If he stays in Rigel, the Duma Faithful will doubtless attempt to take his life. I want none to know of him so he has a chance to grow up hale and happy. This is the only thing I can do for him as his father.
Mycen: …Very well, my friend. I promise to take care of him. I’ll do what it takes to make him the finest champion Valentia could ask for.
Rudolf: Thank you, Mycen. Good-bye, Alm. May you never forget how to be kind. When next we meet, my son…it will be on the fields of war.