A Bitter Past/Plot Details

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 * Frescheque: 

Frescheque: !!!

Frescheque: Why, I don't believe we've met. From where have you come, noble adventurer?

Frescheque: I see... The light of the Dawn Goddess has blessed you on your journey.

Frescheque: Ah, I apologize. Let me introduce myself. My name is Frescheque. I made my living crafting accessories for the townsfolk.

Frescheque: But now... Now I am useless to Tavnazia...

Frescheque: When my homeland was destroyed during the Great War, I realized my life was over. Yes, I have my new home here in the safehold, but not a day goes by that I do not wish I could return to the days of the past.

Frescheque: I understand that I will never be able to go back, but there is a part of me that doesn't want to believe...

Frescheque: Did you know I have a daughter? She would always pester me to take her out to Blueblade Fell to pick marguerites.

Frescheque: I could never say no. You should have seen the smile on her face when she was gathering flowers. It was the most beautiful...

Frescheque: Until one day she was taken... Not three yalms from where I rest in the shade, a terrible beast appeared out of nowhere, lifted her up, and carried her off into the nearby forest. A search party was formed, but she was never found...

Frescheque: It has been almost five years since I last saw her, but there are still no signs of whether or not she survived... I would go out and search for her, but I am untrained in the ways of battle.

Frescheque: If I were only as skilled as my wife...

Frescheque: !!!

Raminey: Frescheque! What are you doing over here!?

Raminey: And who is this ruffian you are associating with?

Frescheque: He's/She's an adventurer from the mainland, my dear.

Frescheque: Let me introduce you. This is my wife, Raminey.

Raminey: Hmph!

Frescheque: Ah!

Frescheque: Only a well-trained traveler could have made it to this island.

Frescheque: What do you think, my love? Perhaps we could ask him/her to search for some clues of our daughter's whereabouts? He/She is certain to succeed where we have failed!

Raminey: "Succeed where we have failed"? Don't tell me you're planning another half-brained scheme. Do you even understand the situation our city's in? The elders will not tolerate any more foolishness!

Frescheque: But, my darling. It may be our last chance to...

Raminey: Don't you "but darling" me. It's your irrational behavior that caused all this in the first place!

Frescheque: I know. But we can't just give up... Think of our daughter.

Raminey: Think of our daughter?

Raminey: Let me ask you this: Were you thinking of our daughter when you took her to Blueblade Fell to get kidnapped!?

Frescheque: ...

Raminey: ... Enough of this. I don't have time to chat with strangers.

Raminey: And Frescheque! If you really want to help, you'll get back to your work. It's hard enough trying to make ends meet without you wasting the day away fraternizing with vagrants.

Frescheque: She's right, you know... It is my fault that our daughter is gone...

Frescheque: And that is why it is my responsibility to find some remnant of her. Please, I beg of you. Help me.

Frescheque: My daughter... She always wore a tiny bracelet with white flowers carved around its surface. My wife wears one exactly like it, only larger, of course.

Frescheque: I apologize that there is not more to go on, but I am counting on you, sir/ma'am.

Frescheque: Oh, and I must ask that you don't speak of our conversation with my wife. It would only complicate things...

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