Quest List
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Phoebe:
O lost souls adrift in surging tides, may your frequencies find peace. May my prayers accompany you back to the high heavens.
Calaris:
Acolyte Phoebe, can our prayers really reach those devoured by the Dark Tide? Or will they also...
Rover:
Follow your heart. Do what's right.
Phoebe:
Yes. A sincere heart can surely pierce through the haze of the Dark Tide!
Calaris:
I see. We will carry on our prayers for the fallen!
Phoebe:
All the Acolytes dispatched are working tirelessly, but the situation remains grim...
Phoebe:
Many of the faithful have come seeking aid from the Order. But even more arrive unsure if they can still trust us.
Calaris:
Acolyte Phoebe, I've put together a list of missing Acolytes from the Fabricatorium of the Deep. Acolyte Luther is counting on your help to coordinate the response.
Phoebe:
Another one? Very well, I'll take care of it right after I finish the list from Ragunna City.
A name suddenly flashes through your mind: Lenore. Did she go to the Fabricatorium? Could her name be on the list?
Tulio:
We've also encountered a few obstacles in Septimont's Old District. The faithful there are requesting Resonator and Common Echo support.
Phoebe:
We don't have extra hands to spare. I'll go to Septimont and handle the matter myself!
Calaris:
But Acolyte Phoebe, what about the missing Acolytes from the Fabricatorium? The Privy Council also expects you to brief them in tomorrow morning's meeting.
Tulio:
There's also the Montelli interim shipping agreement to sign, and the Fisalia pharmacists must still be escorted to the hunting grounds to treat the wounded. Acolyte Luther is hoping you can...
Rover:
(Looks like Phoebe is swamped at the moment. Better give her a hand before she gets overwhelmed.)
Phoebe:
No, it's all right. I can take care of it.
Rover:
Shouldering every responsibility can sometimes be irresponsible in itself.
Calaris:
I couldn't agree more. Acolyte Phoebe, let us share the burden!
Rover:
Leave the tasks in Septimont to me. I've gotten pretty familiar with the area.
Phoebe:
...Very well. I'll send over the locations and requirements shortly. Thank you, truly.
Maji:
Rover!
Maji:
Boy, am I glad to see you. My friends over at Ragunna told me they were sending some help over from the Order. I never expected it would be you. I'm relieved.
Rover:
Didn't you get promoted to management? Why are you still out in the field?
Maji:
Come on, let's not put it like that. I'm still a courier at heart. When duty calls, I answer.
Rover:
So what kind of problem are we dealing with today that's got our Senior Regional Chief Advisor in a tight spot?
Maji:
One of our construction material convoys was attacked by TDs while crossing Mournfell Canyon. The Gladiators in charge of escort said they came across "undying monsters."
Maji:
That's right. They said those monsters would come back from the dead no matter how many times they killed them. They just wouldn't die.
Rover:
I'll go check it out.
Maji:
Here are the coordinates. Best of luck to you!
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Ah! Such proficient technique! The bravest warrior of them all! I never imagined we'd ever get another chance to see each other, Rover!
Medulius:
Didn't think scaring off a bunch of cowards would be enough to attract the attention of the legendary Rover. Are you all that's left of Septimont's heroes now?
Rover:
Medulius. You're alive?
Medulius:
Well, I sincerely apologize if that comes as a surprise to you! So many warriors of Septimont perished under the Dark Tide, yet a lone gutless bastard like me still breathes the air. Ironic, isn't it?
Medulius:
And for that, I have Lady Phrolova to thank! The curse that witch laid on me was so strong it ripped me out of the Dark Tide after the Threnodian was sealed, anchoring me within Mournfell Canyon so that I may live in eternal torment.
Medulius:
I guess I'm not her favorite. Hehe...
Medulius:
But on the other hand, I've been given the luxury of bearing witness to a game more exhilarating and bloody than ever—I must be the most spoiled person alive.
Medulius:
And you? What gives you such confidence?
Medulius:
Even before the Dark Tide reached these lands, the Septimontians had deemed tavern fistfights the perfect entertainment. Blood and glory. Rust and burning sun—and men like me. We are the true colors of Septimont.
Medulius:
What makes you so sure the receding tides reveal a fertile future and not a land soaked in blood?
Medulius:
How about a wager, Rover? Which will come first: My cleansing by the eternal sun? Or the revival of the Bloody Agon?
Medulius:
Come, now, don't be such a killjoy, Rover. I can't harm a hair on you, and I'm sure you know I'm not so easy to get rid of. Why not settle this in a more dramatic fashion?
Medulius:
Speaking of which. Take a look at this "gift" I prepared for you.
Black water spews from the ground before vanishing just as quickly. In its place stands a girl—Lenore.
Lenore:
Ugh... Is this the underworld...? Rover, what are you doing here?! Could it be you're...
Lenore:
Ah—! Oh, no. No, no, no. That means Rinascita is doomed... Waaah...
Rover:
The disaster is over, and everyone's busy rebuilding.
Rover:
Come, I'll show you. You can be part of it.
Lenore:
...No, no, Rover. I don't deserve to be part of that "everyone" you speak of.
Lenore:
I chose to fall into Dark Tide on my own.
Lenore:
The blasphemous Fabricatorium, Acolytes colluding with terrorists, and the delusional Primus... What I feared is nothing compared to what I witnessed.
Lenore:
They call it Salvation and Unity, but it's nothing but a descent into the abyss! A hollow lie that strips people of their will. The Order promises Ascension, yet they've long drowned in the very Dark Tide they claim to rise above!
Lenore:
The Threnodian brought about disaster, but who brought about the Threnodian?
Lenore:
It was the Order. It was me. I praised the false god's gospel, I turned a blind eye to the Fools... Now with innocents drowned by the Dark Tide, how can I stand on the shore with a clear conscience?!
Lenore:
Please, Rover. I must answer for my sins... If it's to die by your hand...
Rover:
Did you know that it was Medulius who saved you from the Dark Tide? He did it to thank you for your prayers.
Lenore:
What?
Rover:
Think of your parents who lifted you from the Dark Tide. The Acolytes who raised you. The Nimbus Sanctum ancestors who helped enlighten you. Even Medulius, who offered you a second chance.
Rover:
You are the continuation of all their hopes.
Rover:
Lenore, it was Rinascita's kindness that carried you this far. This journey deserves a better ending.
Lenore:
I...
Lenore:
Err. It amazes me how hard it is to argue with you.
Lenore:
I understand. Then please allow me to stay by your side for now, Rover.
Maji:
Oh, Rover. You have no idea how grateful I am! Oh, and who might this be?
Lenore:
Hello. I am an Acolyte of the Order, Lenore. Any harsh work or dirty job you have, do feel free to send them my way!
Maji:
Aggressive. I like it!
Maji:
Well, if you say so, Rover. Let's all do our part in restoring the Old District to its former beauty!
Lenore:
All right!
The arrival of fresh supplies brings progress to the Old District's recovery effort.
Medulius:
I pulled this girl out before the Tide could devour her. Don't worry, she's perfectly fine. Just unconscious.
Medulius:
Because I heard the prayers, Rover.
Medulius:
This girl once prayed for me too, did she not? A wondrous voice straight from the heavens! It even pierced through the Dark Tide that had engulfed me and gave me strength.
Medulius:
I am a Senator of Septimont. Having been graced with such beautiful prayers, it's natural that I reward her. Now we're even.
Medulius:
Rover, the more I become one with the Dark Tide, the more I understand your fear of it. I'll be taking my leave then. I'd better not make myself more of an eyesore to you.
Medulius:
Let's each find a comfortable spot and watch the future of Septimont unravel. Hehe.
Medulius dissolved into a dark puddle, seeping into the ground like part of the Mournfell Canyon itself.
Rover:
The frequency I'm getting from these monsters feels familiar and unpleasant. What do they want with those materials?
Lenore:
Ah, Rover. One moment, I'm just finishing up with these rocks!
Rover:
Why are they having you break rocks? And this many?
Lenore:
The man in charge of it wanted to help the Troupe of Fools unload supplies, so I switched with him!
Rover:
...
Lenore:
No, no, no. Not at all! Mr. Fratello said all I need to do is "ignite" the hidden perseverance inside of me, and these rocks will be done in no time!
Rover:
Here, leave it to me.
Lenore:
Huh?
Rover:
There, all done. Come on, let's go meet the Troupe of Fools.
Lenore:
Okay...
Rover:
The Troupe's made up of pilgrims. Is that why you're afraid to see them?
Lenore:
No, it's not like that. I'm just not prepared...
Rover:
Well, you're in luck. The Troupe of Fools appreciates people who come unprepared.
Lenore:
Huh?
Bardolino:
Haha, perfect timing, dear {Male=boy;Female=girl}! I've got a new play in the works, and I'm in dire need of a nimble hero!
Bardolino:
And you, you'd be splendid too! How about playing a young Acolyte, lost and anxious, grappling with her faith and future?
Lenore:
You must be Mr. Bardolino? I recognize you! I used to love watching your performances when I was a child!
Bardolino:
Nonsense, are you saying you don't love watching them now? Well, these days I do walk the wire. Perhaps not everyone's cup of tea.
Lenore:
No, no, I didn't mean it that way... I'm sorry!
Andreas:
Stop teasing her, you old clown.
Bardolino:
Andreas! We've been partners for how long now? Where's the chemistry? My punchline hasn't landed yet!
Andreas:
I'm sorry, Miss. This old man made a bet to tell a hundred jokes in a day. He's still twenty-one jokes short and starting to sweat, ha!
Bardolino:
No, no, the {Male=boy;Female=girl} laughed at what I just said. I myself have become the twenty-first joke, so only twenty more to go now!
Lenore:
Andreas? The Andreas Brizio?
Andreas:
Hang on... Are you one of those debt collectors? Listen, I'm a professional financial advisor! Whatever Captain Brant owes you, it's not valid without a proper IOU!
Lenore:
I'm Lenore. Don't you remember me?
Bardolino:
Or a joke?
Andreas:
Ah, I remember now! You must be Ms. Lenore from the something-something Archive of the Sanctuary Affairs Bureau, right? You sent me sympathy letters after I applied for the Order's aid.
Andreas:
They didn't give me a single penny, but your words back then meant the world. Thank you.
Lenore:
If only I could've done more for you...
Bardolino:
Ha, good thing you didn't! Otherwise, he'd never have ruffled the Order's feathers and ended up on a Pilgrim's Sail branded as a Fool. He'd just be a dull, Credit-counting merchant the rest of his life.
Bardolino:
Well, I admit that one was a bit dark, but a joke is a joke. That's nineteen.
Lenore:
If only I'd noticed the Order's plans sooner. If only I... No, no matter how early, I couldn't have done anything... I'm sorry.
Andreas:
Ah... I see what this is all about. The girl survived, but can't think straight.
Bardolino:
In technical terms, this is known as the Survivor's Guilt-induced Awkwardness Syndrome. Many newcomers to the Troupe of Fools have it. Give her the old treatment, Andreas.
Andreas:
With pleasure!
Andreas:
Now, listen to me carefully, Ms. Lenore—I want you to grab every unhappy thought you've got... and direct it squarely at Captain Brant!
Lenore:
Huh?
Andreas:
Brant said this himself: "We are the Troupe of Fools, tasked with bringing laughter to the world. If even one person is still sad, then that's on me!"
Lenore:
But I don't even know Mr. Brant.
Andreas:
All the more reason it's a Brant Problem. He claims laughter should reach every corner of the world. Well, clearly it missed yours!
Rover:
Come to think of it, if Brant had put you on the right ship, you wouldn't have ended up in Mournfell Canyon... So really, it is Brant's fault.
Bardolino:
Oh Brant, how could you do such a thing? For shame!
Lenore:
But I was a member of the Order. If it weren't for the Order...
Andreas:
Ms. Lenore, I don't blame a pure soul for being naive. And I won't fault a kind heart for not being kinder.
Andreas:
If you need a reason to live, let it be this: Your letters once saved me. I, Andreas, hope you'll live on.
Bardolino:
Oh, back in the old days, I'd be playing the Nimbus Chorales at a time like this. Such a shame the song's now lost forever!
Lenore:
No, Rover and I brought it back!
Lenore:
It's truly a beautiful song!
Before leaving, Andreas hands Lenore a list of the Troupe's upcoming performances. He invites her to swing by anytime for a show... and maybe yell at Brant a little while she's at it.
Lenore:
I wish to live on, Rover! To work hard and make amends for my mistakes!
Rover:
For what it's worth, I don't think you've made any mistakes.
Lenore:
No, I was a child of the Order. The more kindly everyone treats me, the less I can shamelessly turn my back on it.
Lenore:
I will do my best to live on until everyone forgives the Order. I'm sure that's what the brothers and sisters still serving it believe, too!
Lenore:
Whoa! So you're "the world's strongest" Mr. Fratello was talking about!
Lenore:
Rover, I heard that after receiving supplies from the Troupe, the small square in the Old District is almost restored.
Lenore:
Everyone is preparing a little celebration on the completion day. We should go see it together!
Lenore:
They're over there, Rover. Let's go join them!
As you stroll through the celebration, Lenore steps onto the stage.
Lenore:
Hello everyone, my name is Lenore, from the Minor Forbidden Archive of the Order of the Deep. Oh, sorry, now I belong to the Fabricatorium of the Deep… Wait, that's not right either...
Lenore:
Hello everyone. My name is Lenore, and I'm an Acolyte of the Order of the Deep!
Lenore:
I've traveled far in recent days and seen things I couldn't have imagined.
Lenore:
While much of it was discouraging, I found treasured friends along this journey. And a gift from our ancestors—"The Nimbus Chorales."
Lenore:
I began my journey inspired by this song. And now, at its end, I'd like to share it with you!
Lenore:
I used to fear my role as an Acolyte. I worried that the doctrines of Salvation, Unity, and Ascension could be twisted again by the Threnodian to summon the Dark Tide.
Lenore:
But I'm no longer afraid. I've come to realize these teachings were always the heartbeat of Rinascita!
Lenore:
We once prayed for redemption to fall from the sky, hoping for a hand to lift us from suffering. Until Divinity showed us the path to true Salvation through Their departure.
Lenore:
We once feared the dangers beyond the sea mists, and turned on our fellow Rinascitans with suspicion and pride. Until we reached out and rediscovered what true Unity looks like.
Lenore:
Why did we ever forget? From the moment our ancestors braved the storms and stepped ashore, Rinascitan civilization already had its Ascension!
Lenore:
Perhaps one day, perhaps tomorrow, Rinascitans will no longer need the Order.
Lenore:
But I believe the ideals of Salvation, Unity, and Ascension will endure, like "The Nimbus Chorales."
Lenore:
They will resonate forever in every Rinascitan's heart!
A humble celebration in the wake of disaster. A gathering to honor the birth of a new homeland.
To the music of the "Nimbus Chorales," people sing and dance, grateful for the Sentinel's sacrifice and for the tireless efforts of their fellow men and women.
Just as it was centuries ago, the people of Rinascita have become Rinascitans once more.
Rover:
What's the performance for today?
Bardolino:
Today? No performance today. I want to stay in the crowd a bit longer, hehe.
Bardolino:
When I was young, my great-grandmother used to tell me about how we Ragunnesi used to celebrate the Carnevale.
Bardolino:
They'd lay out wooden planks over the water, building a stage for anyone brave enough to leap up and perform. And at the end, everyone would receive the Laurel.
Bardolino:
Haha, that is how it should be, just like now!
Timid Acolyte:
O Sentinel, do you see it? Your small, brave children still stand. We will continue to live on, as always.
Loud Gladiator:
Hey, Acolyte over there. Who are you mumbling to?
Timid Acolyte:
Ah! I... Well... to... to our great Sentinel...
Loud Gladiator:
That tiny voice? You think the Sentinel could hear that squeak? If you want to be heard, you've got to shout with your whole heart. Loud enough for all of Septimont to hear!
Loud Gladiator:
Like this!
Loud Gladiator:
O—Great Sentinel! Listen to this! The Threnodian couldn't break us. We're alive, see?! We're strong today, and we'll be strong tomorrow! Just watch—Just watch and see!!!
Loud Gladiator:
There. Now the Sentinel just might've heard you a little better.
Timid Acolyte:
Thank you…
Loud Gladiator:
Don't mention it!
Drunken Man:
Cheers! Hurrah! Woohoo!
Gentle Woman:
Aren't you extra jovial today! Even more so than during the Carnevale!
Drunken Man:
That's because I tidied up this floor we're standing on myself. Hung those lights and balloons. Even these cups? Scavenged them from the ruins!
Drunken Man:
How should I put it? It's giving me this magical rush, like I'm saving the world. Haha!
Gentle Woman:
Hehe, indeed. Sparkling floors, cheerful lights, and the sound of your laughter. I truly feel salvation.
Gentle Woman:
But still, go easy on yourself, okay? Don't get too carried away, "great hero"!
Lenore:
Restoration work on the main street is still ongoing, but everything's on track. You can leave it to us!
Rover:
When are you planning to reach Phoebe?
Lenore:
Hehe, actually, I wrote her a letter last night. It'll probably come as a shock to her that not only am I alive, but I've become a Resonator too.
Rover:
You've become a Resonator?
Lenore:
Yes! While singing with everyone last night, I felt a strange power rising inside me. When I checked, there it was, a Tacet Mark!
Rover:
So what's your Resonance ability?
Lenore:
Can I try it on you, Rover?
Lenore:
No, no, it's not something that would hurt anyone! But here I go!
Lenore places her hands together in prayer. A faint but steady warmth flows into your body, like a quiet tide of life itself.
Rover:
A healing power?
Lenore:
Yes!
Lenore:
With this, I can offer more aid in rebuilding Rinascita!
Rover:
They say late-blooming Resonance Awakening often reflects the Resonator's truest self.
Rover:
This power didn't make you able to heal Rinascita. It's your will to heal it that grants you this power.
Rover:
Go to where your heart tells you. And do what you believe is right, Lenore.
Lenore:
I will!
Lenore:
And Rover, I know you won't stay for too long in the Old District after its restoration. You're probably thinking of leaving Rinascita as well.
Lenore:
You may leave with ease. We'll carry this future you've passed on to us. And we'll heal Rinascita, together!
Calliope:
You've got some nerve coming back to Septimont, Julia. You're not welcome here!
Julia:
Heh, I should've recorded all those flattering things you used to say to me.
Calliope:
You stained the arena with your dirty tricks. Dragged House Silva's name through the mud!
Julia:
Haha! The irony of hearing those words from you. Need me to list every little scandal you've tried to bury?
Calliope:
Why you... Hey, you there. Gladiator! Are you just going to stand there? Get rid of her this instant!
Julia:
Tch. Weakling.
Adric:
Auntie... No, Lady Julia.
Julia:
Adric? Heh, you have your helmet on. Trying to distance yourself from me in public, are you?
Adric:
Not at all. You will always be family, Auntie. I just… didn't want to startle you. My face was scarred by a Dark Tide monster.
Julia:
...Where's Gillian? Why isn't she with you?
Julia:
Don't tell me that two-faced girl dumped you over a few scars?!
Adric:
Gillian is dead. She died protecting the Silva crest. The house banner never fell. She did us proud.
Adric:
Auntie, there are no cowards in House Silva. Even without Lupa, the rest of us can still uphold the House's honor.
Adric:
Why don't you believe in us?
Julia:
...
Adric:
I heard you risked coming back because your estates outside Septimont were destroyed by the Dark Tide. It's okay, I'll accompany you elsewhere.
Adric:
We can't afford to bring more shame to the House Silva, Auntie.
Julia:
Heh... Hahaha! Who would've thought that the little brat who could barely hold a shield without my help would now be lecturing me about honor...
Julia:
Hear this. All of you!
Julia:
I, Julia Silva, will not be leaving Septimont! Mournfell Canyon is my destination, where I shall hunt down the legendary undying monster and reclaim House Silva's honor!
Julia:
Calliope and anyone else eager to cast me out, you'll have to drag me out of Mournfell Canyon yourselves!
Julia:
Hand me your spear, Adric.
Adric:
Auntie, no... It's too dangerous!
Julia:
Enough, boy! You said it yourself. There are no cowards in House Silva!
Julia grabs Adric's spear and begins walking towards Mournfell Canyon under the gaze of the crowd.
Lenore:
Lady Julia's gone to Mournfell Canyon on her own.
Lenore:
The Septimontians don't seem to be bothered by it. Letting her go like that is practically a death sentence... What do you think, Rover?
Rover:
Where there's light, there's always shadow. But that's not an excuse to pledge yourself to the dark.
Rover:
For Septimont to march into a new age, it must cut ties with the mistakes of its past.
Lenore:
...Am I one of Ragunna's past mistakes, Rover?
Lenore:
Rover, there seems to be trouble over there. The locals have a lady surrounded. We should go take a look before things become physical.
Luther:
Thank you for your support, Rover. With your help, the recovery work here has progressed much faster than expected.
Luther:
Phoebe may still have a ways to go before she shoulders everything on her own, but with your help and the combined efforts of other Acolytes, I believe everything will work out smoothly.
Luther:
Many migrants from Ragunna aren't too happy to see me, so I'll keep it short.
Luther:
Have you seen...
Lenore:
Is that Priest Alessio? What are you doing here?
Alessio:
Is this all the manpower you can muster? It appears the Order truly is in decline. Or perhaps you think that little of me?
Luther:
Alessio, why bother? Look at yourself. You're a mess.
Alessio:
Hmph, Luther, you self-righteous bastard. Should I be referring to you as Priest Luther? Or is it Primus Luther now?
Alessio:
No, of course not. You'd never dare claim the Primus seat yourself. Let me guess, you're propping up that foolish Echo-headed girl from the Ministry of Holy Rituals as a puppet? I hear she's even made it to the Privy Council.
Luther:
The Order stands without a Primus or Priest, and it will remain so for the foreseeable future, Alessio.
Alessio:
You're doing nothing, then? What of Barlin and Gnessa? They're allowing this nonsense to go unchecked?
Luther:
Acolytes Barlin and Gnessa have both sacrificed themselves. Martyred, along with the Sentinel.
Alessio:
Ah, there it is. You've lost your backbone and retreated back into your little shell again. Oh, Luther, are you planning to castrate the Order and hand it off to some noble family?
Alessio:
Who's backing you this time? The grinning tigress of the Montellis? Or is it the Bane of Fisalia?
Luther:
Look around. Two prison escorts flank us. One for you, one for me. It's time we stand trial for our sins.
Alessio:
Trial? Trial, you say?! Hahaha. No one holds the right to try me.
Alessio:
There's no Primus, no Priest, not even a representative from a family! Don't tell me you're planning to let the Ephor of Septimont decide the fate of a Ragunna Acolyte?
Luther:
Each and every citizen of Ragunna is qualified to judge you and me, Alessio.
Luther:
If the Primus indeed fell to the Threnodian's corruption, and lower-ranking Acolytes are proven to have been deceived, then as the Order's voice and ears, we must face the reckoning.
Luther:
Get up, Alessio. Ragunna is waiting.
Alessio:
Luther... You can't be serious? Have you gone mad? You want us both to die? Together?!
Alessio:
Without us, what will become of Ragunna? Let those savage families tear it apart? Become an annex of Septimont? And don't forget the predators lurking on the other side of the mist!
Alessio:
Snap out of it, Luther. Ragunna won't survive without us! Centuries of work, the law and order we've built, our power and wealth. And you're ready to just hand it all away?!
Luther:
...You disgust me, Alessio. Since when did you start believing that Ragunna was ours to own?
Luther:
Let's go. I've already made the arrangements. The people will count your crimes, then mine.
Lenore:
Acolyte Luther has always cared deeply for the lower-ranking Acolytes. He's been a mediating force among the noble families, too.
Lenore:
It was unexpected to see him being sent to trial like this.
Rover:
Neither of us has the right to decide whether to judge him on behalf of the victims.
Rover:
If he is truly innocent, then all the more reason he should be standing trial.
Lenore:
Then should I...
Rover:
What's on your mind?
Lenore:
I'd like to know your thoughts on Lady Julia and Acolyte Luther.
Lenore:
Yes. I've come to see you as a truly kind and brave individual.
Lenore:
Over the past few days, I've come to realize that it takes courage to face who you are… and just as much to forgive someone else.
Lenore:
Lady Julia and Acolyte Luther ultimately chose to take responsibility for their mistakes. Regardless of who they were in the past, both of them stood with courage.
Lenore:
Which is why I must find my own courage and give something back to this world that has shown me such grace. This is my path of Ascension.
Lenore:
Speaking of Ascension, I didn't expect Phoebe to be given so much light. She's even being promoted to the Privy Council.
Lenore:
Haha, the Phoebe I know wouldn't care about such things!
Rover:
I saw the burden she's had to carry before coming to Septimont.
Lenore:
Don't worry, I believe in Phoebe.
Lenore:
She's a lot tougher than her appearance would lead you to believe. Although she does seem the type that struggles to say no to people, she's never lost her sense of direction.
Lenore:
If she stepped into the Privy Council under Acolyte Luther's guidance, then I'm sure she has the resolve to live up to what's expected of her. That's her path of Ascension.
Lenore:
Still, it's a lot to place on her shoulders. I should do something to help her, and I'll start by doing my part in rebuilding the Old District!