This is a transcription of all the party banter dialogue from Alfyn's Chapter 2. Currently it lacks context for each scene, but I will add those at a later time.

 

All dialogue here was transcribed using this video. You're welcome to copy/paste/use this wherever and however you want.


 ...Thu art good with children.

 You think so? Can't say I've ever thought about it much. Though I always liked playin' with the young ones back home.

 So thou hast experience. The best teacher. 'Tis a fine gift, indeed, to bringen joy to the faces of children.

 Shucks, I don't reckon it's much of a gift. A big smile's all you need. They're infectious, you know.

 ...I wondere.

 It's true! Come on, why don't you give it a go?

 ... L-like this...?

 Ahahaha! That's how you do it! I'm feelin' better already! See, if the grown-ups aren't smilin', the kids get worried. They'll figure somethin's up.

 Verily... Thou art a wiser man than it woulde first appearen.


 Your skill in brewing salves is most admirable.

 Well, you've got your swordplay to boast of. Me, I've got my medicine.

 Just so, my friend. Neither curing nor fighting is a contest as such, but we all hope to triumph in our own field. And indeed, meeting fellows in the same trade can inspire a man. Make him strive a little harder. At least, so it is among men of the sword.

 I guess you've had your run-ins with rivals who you hated losin' to.

 ...That would be all of them. But unlike swordsmen, the world can never have too many gifted healers.

 My thinkin' exactly. That's why I need to keep gettin' better, so I can help as many folks as I can.

 A noble ambition.


 You are devoted to your studies, indeed. Most admirable.

 I've got lots to learn still, is why. Even if I spend every free moment with my nose in the books, it's never enough. Not if I want to be able to treat every injury or illness I come across.

 With your passion, I do not doubt you will one day achieve that. More than knowledge itself, it is drive and dedication that make someone the best they can be. You already have the most important thing you need for learning.

 You think so? Can't say it ever felt that way to me.

 Keep up the work, and you will become the apothecary you always wanted to be.

 I can't help but feel like you're being overly generous there, Professor... But if you have that much faith in me, maybe I should, too!


 It's beautiful, that shell.

 Ain't it, though? Ellen's got a heart of gold.

 I'll say! Mind if I take a closer look?

 ...?

 This shell...

 You're thinking it may be something rare? Valuable, even?

 Let's see now... Why, yes, I'm sure of it! This shell...

 The shell...?

 ...is utterly ordinary.

 ...

 ...In terms of value, at least. But Ellen gave it to you with all the gratitude in her heart. And that means there's no treasure like it in all the world!

 Hahaha! I see what you did there... But thank you, Tress.

 So don't lose it now, you hear?


 ...What do you intend to do about that woman?

 Vanessa? I reckon I'll let her stew in gaol and ponder all she's done.

 Gaol or no, she doesn't strike me as the type to turn introspective...

 Maybe, maybe not. But I figure she's tossing and turning somethin' fierce right about now.

 ...What do you mean?

 See, slumberthorn has other effects, less well known. It can prick a person's conscience, for example. If there's somethin' in your heart you'd rather avoid, it'll come out in your sleep instead...

 ...As a nightmare.

 That's right. How she'll deal with that when she wakes up is up to her. But I warrant she is having second thoughts about what she did.

 ...Well, I hope so.

 Why? For my sake?

 ...Just be careful. All right?


 ...

 Alfyn, are you crying?

 What? N-naw, of course not... I just - I have something in my eye... S-sweat, that is! My eyes get sweaty and... No, I mean, a bit of dust! In my eyes! Both of them!

 ...Alfyn. There's no shame in showing your emotions. Those little ones adored you, after all. You'll be a wonderful father someday, I'm sure of that.

 F-father...!?

 Now do look after those shells, won't you?

 Oh, er...right. ... Aw, shucks. Another speck of dust...

 Oh dear...


 Alfyn, sir. I wish to thank you.

 You do? For what?

 For healing Flynn.

 I don't need thanks for that, Ophilia. Easing folk's suffering is my job. I'm just doing what I came here to do.

 Only because you are a gentle soul, and have made it your job. That's a rare thing in this day and age.

 Aw, shucks. You're gonna set the ants on me now.

 ...I beg your pardon?

 My behind. It gets mighty itchy any time someone starts singin' my praises...

 How, uh...dreadful.

 Tell me about it. It wouldn't be half as bad if I could just...stop...scratching...

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