A Merchant's Word
Euden: ...Er, I'm sorry? You want us to help out with your business?
Francesca: Yep! See, I need to make a delivery, but I've got too much to carry alone.
Francesca: So then, any takers? Think of it as a super fun vacation! ...Except with more hauling.
Francesca: Plus, I'll buy you all a little grub once we're done. Fun, right? Super fun!
Ranzal: ...Hey, Francesca?
Ranzal: Remember when ya said this was gonna be some kinda fun little vacation?
Fiend: Graaaagh!
Ranzal: When the heck does the fun kick in?! All we been doin' is fightin' fiends!
Euden: Easy, Ranzal. I'm sure she didn't know there were going to be so many fien—
Francesca: Hooo doggy! They're really coming out in droves today, huh?!
Francesca: I mean, I'd heard rumors that the roads around here were jam-packed with fiends, but WOW! It is really something.
Ranzal: So ya DID know!
Ranzal: Gya! Fine, whatever. Let's just get rid of 'em.
Ranzal: How much longer are we gonna be walkin'? My blisters got blisters now!
Ranzal: Yer gonna have to give us more'n a little grub to make this crap worth it...
Francesca: Oh no, mister! You knew the terms of the deal when you signed on!
Francesca: A signed contract is absolute! That's how we merchants work.
Ranzal: YA SAID IT WAS A DAMN VACATION! Contract's null and void, if ya ask me.
Bandit: Oi! You kids got some nerve to come swaggerin' through our stronghold!
Bandit: Now then! Hand over them goods, and maybe we spare yer lives.
Ranzal: Oh for the love of... Now we gotta take care of bandits?!
Cleo: ...Francesca?
Cleo: When, exactly, are we due to arrive at our destination?
Cleo: Because if you don't give us a straight answer, we are all turning around. This has gone on long enough.
Francesca: N-no! But we... You... The contract! Plus, we're SOOO close to the end! It's just right over... I mean...
Francesca: ...Fine. We're three days away.
Cleo: Three DAYS?!
Cleo: That's it, Euden. Let's return to the castle.
Euden: Look, I understand how you feel, but I think we should stick with her.
Euden: If we leave, she's just going to keep going, and it's far too dangerous out here for that.
Cleo: You truly are too softhearted sometimes.
Euden: *pant* We're back! ...Finally.
Ranzal: Yeah, we're back—but I still can't believe we did all that work for one lousy meal!
Cleo: I, for one, am never helping Francesca with her business again. ...Hmm?
Cleo: We have received a delivery.
Cleo: What's this? Fresh fish? Vegetables? Snacks of every description?
Francesca: Yep! I got a few couriers I know to send all the best food and produce they could get their hands on.
Francesca: I mean, I DID promise you grub in exchange for helping me, right?
Ranzal: Wait. Yer givin' us all this for free?
Ranzal: This much food costs more than whatever ya got paid for the job!
Francesca: Ranzal! I'm insulted. I would NEVER take a loss on a job.
Francesca: I'm a master negotiator, so I got all this food at a hefty discount.
Francesca: Besides, a signed contract might be absolute, but I'm not some kind of ingrate.
Francesca: Anyway, enjoy the feast, everyone!
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