Oh, <Eira>.
Say, is this the Riordan fellow you told me about?
He's so hadsome.

Tsch. Must you always dash my hopes?

Hm?

<Eira>? You're here on behalf of the Crimson Blades?
The head cadet should be here soon with your orders.

I'm here. Sorry I'm late. Are you <Eira> and Gallagher,
the mercenaries from the Crimson Blades?

Hm, did they give me the wrong list again?

Yes. I don't know what is happening in our records
department, but some louse is doing a poor job.
Even the cated rosters had a host of extra names.
I blame the battle. People have a tendency to get lax in
their duties after a resounding victory.

Have we met before? You seem familiar. I'm Blawynn. I'm
the head of the cated corps and mercenary liaison trainee.
I'll be in charge of the Crimson Blades from now on.
I know, I may seem young, but Lord Ronaun appointed me
to this post himself.
Listen to what I have to say, and we will go far together.
Your first order of business is to search Ben Chenner for any Fomorian outposts or regimes operation in the area.

It's an odd name, isn't it? I'm told it's the old name for the mountain on the other side of Fobellow Prairie.
You must know that our victory there has put us on step
ahead of the Fomors.
Those that survived fled to the mountains. Our priority now
is to wipe them out before thay can establish a new foothold.
You two will head there immediately and look for any traces of the Fomors.
Ah, and Bishop Gilliam would like to see you. He has a message to send to Colhen.
That will be all.

Who is it?

It's me. Blawynn.

What brings you here...?

I must speak to the Pontiff. Is he here?

The Pontiff is a very busy man. Do you think he has time to deal with a mere soldier like you?

...

Very well. What is it that you wish to ask him? I will pass on the message.

Well...Fine. I suspect that someone from the Pontiff's Court is secretly working with the Fomors.

What?! Are you certain?

Yes. Someone saw a Fomor using the magic of Fomor Domination.

Do you have evidence of this?

Well...

I see. You are making wild accusations without a single shred of evidence.
Fomor Domination can only be performed by an elite few.
It is a secret magic, passed down in the Pontiff's Court.
And you claim a Fomor was using the magic?
Rediculous! Don't make such a thoughtless claim.
Some would consider it blasphemous.

I...I'm sorry.

Then go. If you find evidence, I will listen to what you have to say.

Yes, sir...

Would someone care to explain to me what a
mercenary is doing in my cathedral?
This is a holy place and you stink of violence.
Please take you business elsewhere.

Are we so uncouth as turn away a wayward traveler?

Your grace!

(Pontiff Laurys looks you over with a knowing smile.)
Who do we have here?

Just a wandering mercenary.

A mercenary?
Why are you here, sellsword?
Are you to be my escord?

Surely your holiness jests.
A mere mercenary is not fit to be your escort.
The Royal Army will have dispatched a proper escort.
I am sure they are but moments away.

(Blawynn enters the cathedral.)
Your holiness. I am Blawynn, from the Royal Army.
I've come to escort the Pontiff.

You're late. We very neartly lost the Pontiff to some rogue
before he had even left the cathedral!

My apologies, your grace.
There was a battle and some of our men hadn't returned.
I had to wait.

A battle? Where?

Well...I'm not sure.

You mean that you are not of high enough standing
to be told, do you not?
I do not believe you are qualified to guarantee the safety of the Pontiff. Go back and...

That is quite enough, Brother Gilliam.
My apologies, dear. My safety is a great concern to him.

Yes, your holiness...

Thank you for the kind words, your benevolence.

There is no need for thanks or grandiose titles, my dear.
Tell me what you know of this battle that has tarried your comrades.

Well...we received the dispatch order from above,
but we can't seem to track down the actual source...

Hmm?
It sounds as if you do not believe it...

I... know it sounds strange, but it's as if our memories had been erased.

Hello there. Are you a new recruit? I'm Seanna.

Ah...I'm Muir.

(You hand her the latter.)
Ah, is this from the Pontiff's Court?

A military oracle...
It... it says I'm to being traveling alongside the army.

Will you have to leave?

Oh, I didn't mean to make you fret. Thankfully, I can stay in Colhen for a while longer.
The army is going to established a basecamp at the Crimson Blades' headquarters.
I don't see what use I can to be to an army. I'm an oracle.
I don't want to cause harm in the Goddess's name...
Unless...Do you think rumors coul be true?

There's talk of missing soldiers and priests, only,
people don't actually know WHO is missing.
I'd heard they even found a list of priests at court that no
one had ever heard of, mixed in with the regular rosters.
I don't really understand how that's possible, but forces
are coming up shorthanded evreywhere.
Oh, I'm sorry. I'm not really a gossip, I swear. I'd best go
inform the mercenaries to expect the army's visit.
(Seanna waves as she rushes away.)
It was nice to meet you, Muir!

...The missing.
Do you think they were forgotten? Like the wood elf you
brought to the magician?

So you remember as well? What a strange fate we share.
It seems that the memories of the dead are more fragile in
this world than they should be...
We can only pray that Ben Chenner holds answers to this mystery.

I am more concerned for you.

You're awake. How do you feel?
I'm okay now.
And... I won't forget.

You're from Colhen? And a mercenary?
IF I cannot stop Tieve from going to Erinn, then I will bring
Erin HERE.

I will not let destiny control us!

Hey, there! What took you so long?
Will my sister come back if the gods all disappear?
No gods, no heroes...

I swear to every god and goddess across this world, Milo--
Oh, uh, hello!
"Those who believe in the Goddess will follow Her path."

<Eira>?

Okay.