The Prankster/Plot Details

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!Script !Video The passage over there leads to the Alchemists' Guild.
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 * colspan="2"| The Prankster (pt.1) - Aht Urhgan Whitegate
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 * Ahaadah: Good day to you, adventurer.

Ahaadah: Long have I practiced the art of alchemy, yet I do not find myself becoming bored. It truly is fascinating...

???: No! Lemme go!

???: Stop that! Behave yourself!

Ahaadah: Again, you come before me... Nothing has changed since the last time.

Alcander: Please, won't you reconsider?

Alcander: This child has nimble fingers and would soon pick up the trade if he were to live at the guild...

Ahaadah: Yes, and he uses those nimble fingers to pilfer my goods!

Ahaadah: What have you done with those herbs and vials?

Tinga-Matonga: Ah, what are you gripin' about? It was just a bunch of junk anyway.

Alcander: Tinga! Mind your manners!

Tinga-Matonga: Who asked you!? I don't need no stinkin' job! If you love this place so much, why don't you work here!?

Alcander: I won't always be around to take care of you. Try to understand.

Tinga-Matonga: I don't need no one to take care of me! Stay out of my life!

Alcander: ... I'm sorry you had to see that.

Alcander: You're an adventurer, right? I've done a fair share of adventuring myself, traveling the world with my sword and my wits.

Alcander: It was not long after I arrived in Al Zahbi when I ran into Tinga.

Alcander: He had lost both his parents... An orphan...

Alcander: I tried to find somebody to take him in, but every door was slammed in my face.

Alcander: So I decided to look after him for a time and found myself getting attached to the little scamp...

Alcander: I couldn't just leave him and pick up my adventures again.

Alcander: I was going to continue my mercenary work here and raise Tinga as my own...

Alcander: But then I realized I could no longer swing a sword. It seems I've contracted some sort of illness...

Alcander: The doctor says there is not much time left for me.

Alcander: Before I pass from this life, I want to make sure Tinga has some way to support himself.

Alcander: Well, you can see how well that effort is going. He has no mind to begin a trade and is only interested in causing mischief.

Alcander: But deep down, I know he's a good kid.

Alcander: What do you say? Do you think you can help out a fellow adventurer?

Alcander: I need you to help me turn his life around.

Alcander: Any time I try to have a serious talk with him, he just runs away...

Alcander: To tell the truth, I have no idea where he is most of the time.

Ahaadah: Quite the dilemma. Perhaps I may be of assistance?

Alcander: !!!

Alcander: You would help us!?

Ahaadah: I'm not so cold-hearted as all that.

Ahaadah: The problem is how to draw Tinga out of hiding...

Ahaadah:' How about we pretend to leave this elixir behind by mistake?

Ahaadah: Excellent. Please go on ahead. I shall join you once my work here is done for the day.

Alcander: Thank you, Ahaadah.
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