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Don't be so quick to accept an offer like that! You need to be careful!

What would you do if I had ulterior motives?

Why are you angry when you're the one who offered?

Don't worry.

I went through a lot in Ursus. I'm no pushover.

Don't be a fool!

How would you protect yourself if your assailant was stronger than you?

I'm not a fool...

Alright, I know, you're worried about me.

Actually, I'm not sure why, but I just felt... well...

What?

I can't put it into words. I just had a feeling...

I don't think you'd hurt me.

Did you find the mark?

No. I scanned the island with binoculars, but I didn't see anyone.

We're dealing with a master of disguise. He won't slip up so easily.

Then why tell me to look?

Just in case.

Our mission is to follow the girl, make sure no harm comes to her, and avoid detection.

The Tschäggättä still have a lot to learn about counter-reconnaissance.

But if the girl has encountered the former head of Clan Paleroche...

And the Tschäggättä are here too...

Hm?

What's that—

What's that?

I'll take a look.

(Imitates burdenbeast cry)

Just a wild burdenbeast.

You never know when a trick might come in handy.

Eek— my back—

Look, Enya.

Look more carefully!

This statue...

It's not right, is it? Doesn't look like Kjeragandr at all.

Is that so?

I thought it was alright.

It's not alright!

The face needs to be a little thinner, and the body...

That will do, Kjarr.

It's up to the people of Kjerag. The Kjeragandr standing here is the one that they want to worship.

You know there's not much can change on that front.

Sigh.

No more sighs.

Did you hear the girl, Kjarr?

The one with the loud voice?

Of course I did. Interesting one. Kind of makes sense, you know.

Not even Kjeragandr can read minds, if you don't pray out loud.

Kjarr...

People's minds are such complicated things. Who can tell what you're thinking if you don't put it into words?

You're right.

So...

Will you heed the plea of your humble handmaiden, Saintess?

This statue—

Nope.

Enya, Enya!

Not even if you beg.

Full house!

Straight flush!

You little sack of shite, you've been hiding cards, haven't ya?

Why'd I need to hide cards to beat you? Just sit yourself down like a good boy—

Royal flush.

Goddammit, how'd you pull that one off?!

Your sleeve, Jack.

Eh? My—How'd you catch that?

Jack, you cheating bastard!

Hey, if you didn't catch me, that's your problem.

You want a problem? I'll shove your goddamn head so far up your arse that—

Just shuffle already.

Alright, shuffling, shuffling.

I've sure got some rotten luck, getting stuck with you sorry lot for this shift.

Doesn't matter who you're on shift with, you're playing cards anyway. And there's only a handful of fellas here who won't try to cheat you. Go on, have a count.

Hmph.

At least there hasn't been much to do today.

You can say that again. Back when the old man said he'd take us sightseeing, I didn't believe him for one second.

Now that it's been a month, I'd say I believe him.

It's been good eating and good drinking.

Certainly has! It feels like my appetite's gone back to when I just enlisted.

Ahhh!!!

What the hell are you screaming out for, Charles?! Scared the crap outta me!

Bloody hell, I had another nightmare.

Dreamt that I got chopped in half by a Sarkaz sword and all.

Gah, thought it'd be something worse. Day afore yesterday I dreamt that I got blown up by some Originium explosives while out scouting.

Right now I'd like to shove some explosives into your gob.

Well hurry up already then.

A guy nuttier than a freaking Vampire out on the battlefield is going to have a few screws loose when off the warfront.

Well, what can I do? I can't control if I have a nightmare or not.

Just think positive. Last time you said you were being minced, this time you said you were being chopped in two.

Maybe it's a good omen or something.

Dammit, you're right.

Alright, enough moping, grab a drink and come play some cards.

Perfect timing really. Now that you're up, come take over my spot for a few rounds.

Why, is something the matter?

Not really. There's a few farmers at the bottom of the mountain that need a hand with their work, so I'm going to help out.

Farmers?

That family that gives us milk all the time, the Turiels.

Oh, I remember them. Their daughter's quite pretty.

Heh, I see how it is, Lisburn.

I'm just helping out. Don't read too much into it.

The hell are you lot doing? Everyone within a hundred meters could hear you yapping away.

You sure have some skills, turning the barracks into your gambling parlor.