Path of the Bard/Plot Details

Game Script

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 * Bki Tbujhja: Oh, you've been to Buburimu? They say couples descend on the place at nightfall.  How do they dodge the monsterrrs?

Bki Tbujhja: And you know what? There's another set of rrrunes in Valkurm... with the opposing set of lyrics! It's a fabulous spot for a date; take it from me.

Bki Tbujhja: When you rrread the lyrics on Buburimu after you've seen the ones on Valkurm, it brings the tears all over again. Oh, sad songs are so moving! !Script !Video
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 * colspan="2"| Path of the Bard - Valkurm Dunes
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 * Mertaire: So this is the other one!

Mertaire: I wanted to know more about the story I heard in the tavern, so I came out here searching. I have a feeling I know who he is.

Lewenhart: I was waiting, Mertaire, for you to find this place.

Mertaire: Why, hello! You're Master Lewenhart, aren't you. You're practically a legend among us bards!

Lewenhart Now, now. Lets not get carried away. I am just another minstrel, like any other.

Mertaire: Master Lewenhart, I first heard your music on the street when I was a lad mired in poverty. I hadn't dreamt that anything could move me so! That moment I vowed to become a bard.

Mertaire: But, alas! Look at me! My voice is shrill and my lyrics lack emotion. I am but a worm in your shadow!

Lewenhart: Hmph. You hold me in too high regard. I have such days, too.

Mertaire: Even you, Master Lewenhart?

Lewenhart: Of course, my friend. Often I ask the stars above for whom and for what purpose I sing. But ever they are silent.

Lewenhart: But in such times I find myself standing before this stone. In my heart I try to sing of their feelings as they did.

Lewenhart: Then I remember how such is all that is needed from us bards.

Lewenhart: Both felt so dearly of the other that they tried to convey their love through the breeze and over the waves of the ocean.

Lewenhart: Can you not feel the yearning in your heart? Before you can move the hearts of others, first you must believe in yourself.

Lewenhart: Music comes from within. That truth we must never forget.

Lewenhart: You must have endured a terrible ordeal, my friend. Know your feelings, and be honest with yourself about them. I belive that from such synergy beautiful music will flow.

Mertaire: So I must be honest with myself?

Lewenhart: That is right. I know we will meet again someday. When that time comes, will you play for me?

Mertaire: Yes, of course!

Lewenhart: Thanks for all you've done. Now you know upon what path a bard walks. You are always welcome to join us in harmony!
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