Brave Kid: “Lo! Foul monsters, taste my steel!”

Quiet Kid: "The Blessed Maiden smote the fiends who dared ascend the hallowed stairs. Yet the Dark Tide surged on, as more monsters poured forth from the mist. In this fateful moment, the Blessed Maiden beheld her destiny's end. Moved by the Divinity, she chose to yield her life, for the Sentinel's cause and Rinascita's people."

Brave Kid: “O Imperator. Guide me!”

Quiet Kid: "Wait, wait. Your tone sounds a bit off. The Blessed Maiden should be more determined.”

Brave Kid: “Determined? How about this then? In Imperator's name! Vile monsters! I swear your behinds shall be met with the end of my boots!”

Quiet Kid: "I meant determined, not angry... You've got it all wrong!”

In front of them, Rover spots a familiar figure.

Cristoforo: “Ah we meet again, valiant champion of the foreign land. Our paths intertwine once more. Ha, a result of Imperator's divine intervention, don't you agree? Hmm, pardon me, but this lady by your side seems rather familiar...?”

Zani: “I am Zani. I work at Averardo Bank.”

Cristoforo: “Ah, yes. You look quite chivalrous, if I may say so. Yet with your weary face, I'm afraid I can only dub you the ‘Sorrowful Knight’.”

Zani: “That's quite fitting. Do I thank you for that?”

Cristoforo: “Ahh, no need for the formalities. Allow me to re-introduce myself. I am Cristoforo, a humble playwright grappling with modern trends. Delighted to meet you.”

Rover: “What are you doing here?”

Cristoforo: “Actually, I've been working on a script about the Blessed Maiden lately. The well-known Martyred Maiden, Fleurdelys. Her brave sacrifice during the Dark Tide saved Ragunna many years ago. That sacred maiden perished just as the curtain fell, lying in the center of the sanctuary where spotlights converged. I've longed to capture that tragic scene in a play. The script's nearly finished, but something's amiss. With Fleurdelys' home right here before me, I had hoped to find traces of the Blessed Maiden's early life. Childhood plays a key role in shaping one's personality, you know.”

Rover: “So, did you find any?”

Cristoforo: “Sadly, no, I confess I've made zero progress. Most legends of the Blessed Maiden are lost to time. I'm forced to rely on imagination... Ahem, nevertheless, the script is finished. I've even asked the children over there to help me rehearse it.”

Cristoforo: “Here, have a copy. I'm eager for your thoughts.”