This is a transcription of all the party banter dialogue from Ophilia'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.


 ...

 What's the matter, Professor? You look agitated.

I never thought the day would come when I'd witness the Kindling with my own eyes. I keep telling myself to not get overly excited - but frankly, I just can't help myself!

 So you've heard of the Kindling before?

 But of course! It is one of the central rites of the church, held every twenty years. The embers borne from Flamesgrace feed the sacred fires across the land. Many people know of the Kindling, but few have the opportunity to witness it first hand. It shall be the experience of a lifetime!

 Well, then. Now I have another reason to see this through to the end.


 You can find lots of rare plants and herbs in these lands. Especially lion's ear and sweet wormwood - a dash of each makes nearly every salve better. When I was studyin' to be an apothecary, I sometimes journeyed out here in search of ingredients.

 Is that so?

 Here, loook at this one. White skullcap, they call it. The petals are good for fevers. I grind them with root starch and honey...

 Oh, it's wonderful!

 Ain't it? It was one of the first medicines I learned.

 I mean, I've never seen such a beautiful flower!

 I s'ppose it is pretty to look at. Here, you can have this one if you like.

 Why, Alfyn. You are too kind.

 Shucks. If you like flowers that much, I can pick plenty more for you.

 I'd like that.

 (Gosh, she's a cute little lady...)


So that brooch was an heirloom from the child's mother.

 That's right.

 Let me help, Ophilia. Between the two of us, we're sure to find it.

 Thank you, Primrose!

 I'll start looking over here.

 Erm, are you sure you want to rummage through the undergrowth in those clothes?

 Why? Is something wrong with them?

 (What do I do? Her legs are quite exposed in those garments... But I don't know if I can say such a thing...)

 You're as red as a beet, Ophilia. If nothing's wrong with my clothing, could we get back to the matter at hand? The sooner we find the brooch, the sooner those children can be friends again.

 R-right!


 Hmmm...

 Is something the matter, Tressa?

 I'm just thinking about Derryl. He seems so spoiled, even for a kid! ...You know what? I think I'll go and give him a piece of my mind!

 No, Tressa! You can't do that! The poor child has been through so much. Lecturing him now will just make things worse.

 I know what I'm doing, Ophilia. I'll even take some candy with me!

 Candy...? Oh! To cheer him up, you mean?

 Cheer him up...? Why would I want to do that? I just thought I'd bribe him to be on his best behavior with it, if all else failed!

 ... ...You know, Tressa, perhaps it's best that I handle it.


 A dog with a brooch in its jaws? That could be it. When dogs catchen prey they aren too full to eat, they oft buryen it for safekeeping. They aren collectors, and hiden away sticks, toys, and old bones, too.

 So you think the dog may have buried Derryl's heirloom?

 The dog meant no malice. It actede solely upon instinct. The problem is the forest. It is home not just to animals, but dangerous monsters, too. As a hunter, I feare them more.

 As do I, to be honest. I pray that Derryl and Emil are unharmed...

 I shalt leave the praying to thee. But for now, leten us keepen moving.

 Definitely!


 ...

 You're very quiet, Therion.

 ...

 Are you thinking how heartwarming it is, to see quarreling friends make good again?

 ...Not exactly. They just reminded me of something.

 And what might that be?

 My childhood. It wasn't particularly a happy one, though, so you're probably better off not hearing the details.

 Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry...

 No need to apologize. It was a long time ago. It's nothing but a memory now. And I know I'm not the only one around with such an uplifting past.

 I admire your attitude, Therion. It's very brave.

 ...Hardly. It's nothing to write home about.


 Children can take you by surprise. We oft forget what they are capable of.

 Hehe. It sounds like you are speaking from personal experience.

 ...There's a young lad back in my village. I was teaching him the sword.

 Are you worried for him?

 ...Nay. 'Twould be a lie to say I do not think of him from time to time - but I do not worry. I taught him what I could of the sword, and other things besides. He took the lessons well. I have faith in the lad.

 ...I cannot tell you how happy that makes me.

 How so?

 Well, it's a belief of mine... That every child should have a mentor, to take them in hand and show them what is right and wrong.

 And I concur.

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