Tavern Banter

Tavern Banter are a form of travel banter that can be played upon entering a Tavern only if the following conditions are met:

Any traveler's Chapter 4 Tale is completed; for maximum party management efficiency, it is recommended to complete the first chosen traveler's Chapter 4 Tale before any other.
The requisite party members are in the active party when the party enters the tavern, in the order they are shown in the table below.
Party visits a Tavern only after visiting/loading into a minimum of 11 different cities/areas in-between different banters, over the course of their journey.
When a banter is activated, an invisible "visited tavern" counter resets, and starts back up again after loading into a different area.
Moving between two areas repeatedly that were already visited once after the counter starts up again does not count.
The banter can also be triggered after loading into different areas first with any party setup, and then changing the party to the required setup for that specific banter.
One might save before activating a banter to see them all, by just reloading the save and changing the party, not requiring to move between areas to trigger them.

Title	Members
Title	O	C	T	O	P	A	T	H
Let's Play a Game	X	X	X
Fears and Aversions		X	X	X
Rituals and Superstitions	X						X	X
Culinary Competence	X	X						X
I'll Take That!			X	X	X
My Aching Back				X	X	X
Potent Potables					X	X	X
To Err Is Human						X	X	X
Wedding Bells	X			X		X
Heart of a Maiden		X			X		X
A Lesson in Swordplay	X			X			X
Strategy and Tactics		X		X			X
A Business Proposal			X			X		X
Shall We Dance?		X			X			X
Fashionable Medicine	X		X			X
Animal Companions			X		X			X
For Women's Ears Only	X		X		X			X
Four Personalities	X		X	X		X
Four Talents		X			X		X	X
A Drinking Contest		X		X		X	X

Transcript[]

A Business Proposal

Tressa:	“Hehe, not bad, eh?”
Tressa:	“This is Highlands chicken, right? It’s been grilled to perfection!”
Tressa:	“And this squid is the best to be found in Fisher’s Bay. Can’t you just taste the ocean?”
Alfyn:	“Shucks, Tress. You might wanna think about slowin’ down there…”
H’aanit:	“Indeed. The girl is so slight. Where doth she putten it all?”
Alfyn:	“Speakin’ of grub, I suppose you mostly just eat what you hunt, right?”
H’aanit:	“Such is the life of a hunter.”
Tressa:	“...”
H’aanit:	“When thou needest medicine, thou makest thine own. Yes?”
Alfyn:	“But of course! I’m an apothecary, after all.”
Tressa:	“...”
Alfyn:	“But I can’t always find the ingredients I need.”
Alfyn:	“Until I hooked up with you, that is. You’ve fetched me darn near everything I’ve asked for!”
H’aanit:	“I am a proud hunter. It pleaseth me not to fallen.”
Tressa:	“...”
Tressa:	“I’ve got it!”
Alfyn:	“Whoa! You gave me a start, suddenly shoutin’ out like that.”
H’aanit:	“Thou hast “got it”? What hast thou got, praye tell?”
Tressa:	“The three of us should go into business together!”
Alfyn:	“Huh?”
H’aanit:	“What dost thou meanen?”
Tressa:	“You can hunt for ingredients, Alfyn will mix them into medicine…”
Tressa:	“And I can take charge of selling the product. We’d make a perfect team!”
Alfyn:	“Hmm…”
H’aanit:	“A venture that wolde maken the most of our individual talents. Thou makest an intriguing proposal.”
Tressa:	“I know, right? We could really rake it in---so let’s do it!”
Tressa:	“What better time than the present, eh? I declare us open for business!”
Alfyn:	“Er, can I think about this a bit?”
H’aanit:	“And I as well…”
Tressa:	“What’s there to think about? C’mon, you’ve got to grab the bull by its horns!”
Alfyn:	“Thing is, I’m not wantin’ for money…”
H’aanit:	“I too, possesse all that I need.”
Tressa:	“...”
Tressa:	“I never thought making money could be such a deal breaker…”

A Lesson in Swordplay

Ophilia:	“Tell me, Olberic. How do you keep your skills as sharp as you do?”
Olberic:	“Well, each day I practice various sword stokes, and do exercises to build my strength.”
Olberic:	“I always work on the fundamentals, for these are the foundations upon which all fighters must build.”
Therion:	“...A wise choice.”
Ophilia:	“What about you, Therion? Do you do any training?”
Therion:	“Nope. Never was one for practice for practice’s sake. For me, experience is the best teacher.”
Olberic:	“...I see. I have an idea. What say we train together?”
Therion:	“Didn’t you hear what I just said?”
Olberic:	(A man cannot achieve such remarkable agility just by sitting in the alehouse.)
Olberic:	(So he must train---and yet he claims otherwise. The question is, why?)
Therion:	“Look, I---”
Ophilia:	“I think training together is a splendid idea! In Fact, I think I’ll join you.”
Ophilia:	“What the expression? Two’s company and three’s even better? Something like that…”
Therion:	“...”
Therion:	“Fine, fine. But just this once, okay?”
Ophilia:	“It’s a deal!”
Olberic:	“Then let us go outside and begin.”

Animal Companions

Tressa:	“Hey, H’aanit. You’ve got a cute pet there."
H’aanit:	“Pet…?”
Primrose:	“I must agree Your snow leopard is absolutely beautiful.
H’aanit:	“Ah, thou speakest of Linde.”
H’aanit:	“A beautiful beast she is, but she is no pet. She is...my comrade.”
Primrose:	“Even better, no?”
H’aanit:	“Indeed. She was gifted to me by a fortune-teller when I was an infant.”
H’aanit:	“She hath always been at my side, and we haven grown up together.”
H’aanit:	“We knowen everything about each other. We haven no secrets.”
Tressa:	“You don’t say?”
H’aanit:	“Dost thou enjoyen the company of beasts, Tressa?”
Tressa:	“Oh, sure. I have a pet squirrel back home.”
Primrose:	“Squirrels are shy creatures, aren’t they? Can they be tamed?”
Tressa:	“They sure can! Ours even helps out when we’re buying supplies.”
Tressa:	“She’s got a nose for the ripest nuts and fruit, which we can turn around and sell for a big profit.”
Primrose:	“A little merchant squirrel! How adorable.”
H’aanit:	“Charming, indeed.”
Tressa:	“What about you, Primrose? Do you have pets?”
Primrose:	“No, I don’t.”
Primrose:	“Although people often tell me I’m a lot like a cat.”
Tressa:	“Hah, I can see that!”
Tressa:	“You know how cats act like they want to be left alone, but then end up following you and sitting on your lap?”
H’aanit:	“...Aye. I too, can see a resemblance.”
Primrose:	“Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

Culinary Competence

Cyrus:	“Why, fresh-baked bread! Mm-mmm… Delicious!”
Cyrus:	“A crunchy crust, a soft, doughy inside, and at the center of it all, a dollop of wild strawberry jam!”
Ophilia:	“Gosh, H’aanit. These are rather tasty.”
H’aanit:	“I am happy that they pleasen thee. It maketh the effort worthwhile.”
Cyrus:	“Wait. You made these?”
H’aanit:	“Thou needest not looken so surprised.”
H’aanit:	“I was given a jar of rosehip and strawberry jam.”
H’aanit:	“Then I asked a local tavern keeper if I mighte borrowen his oven. …’Twas but the work of a morning.”
Ophilia:	“I wish I knew how to bake. In the chuch, it’s nothing but porridge and tack most days…”
H’aanit:	“I coulde teachen thee, if thou wishest.”
Ophilia:	“Truly!? Why, that would be splendid!”
Cyrus:	“What do you call this particular confection?”
H’aanit:	“Sweetdough. ‘Tis a popular treat in mine home village.”
Cyrus:	“...Frankly, I would have never have expected you to be such a good cook.”
H’aanit:	“Wherefore thinkest thou so?” Hunters spenden long days and nights out in the woods…”
H’aanit:	“It behoveth us to knowen how to preparen meals lest we starven there."
Cyrus:	“Needs must, eh? Well, as my professor always said, “necessity is the greatest teacher.”
H’aanit:	“Necessity, yes. Yet it pleaseth me even more that others finden my cooking agreeable.”
H’aanit:	“Perhaps next time I catche some game, I coulde maken a stew, seasoned with forest herbs.”
H’aanit:	“With wild turnips on the side, and an apple sauce, and…”
Ophilia:	(Hehe. I think H’aanit’s found a new calling.)

Fashionable Medicine

Tressa:	“Oh no…”
Ophilia:	“What’s the matter, Tressa?”
Tressa:	“Look at my skin, Ophilia! I’ve got this nasty boil…”
Tressa:	“I guess I haven’t been taking very good care of myself lately, but it sure isn’t easy with all this traveling and fighting!”
Ophilia:	“I know what you mean. My hair is all frazzled and frayed…”
Ophilia:	“But I suppose it’s no use. Good nights of sleep and warm baths are a luxury on the road, after all.”
Tressa:	“Not that the men seem to care much.”
Ophilia:	“Indeed…”
Alfyn:	“...Ahem! Something the matter, fair ladies?”
Tressa:	“Oh look, it’s the old medicine man.”
Alfyn:	“Hey, who are you callin’ old!?”
Tressa:	“Hehe. I’m just teasing, Alfyn! Anyway, what brings you here?”
Ophilia:	“It seems he’s brought us something.”
Alfyn:	“You bet I have! Feast your eyes on this…”
Alfyn:	“This here is Lovely Lace: a herb known for smoothing and softenin’ the skin.”
Tressa:	“...!”
Ophilia:	“...!”
Alfyn:	“Rub them on any blotches, wrinkles, or boils and watch them fade away!”
Alfyn:	“And that’s not all! Mix it with water and run it through your hair to make your locks flow like silk.”
Ophilia:	“Why, it sounds like a miracle!”
Tressa:	“Wow, you really do have all sorts of treasures in that bag of yours!”
Alfyn:	“Haha! It’s just what I do.”
Tressa:	“So if I want some of this… How much would that cost me?”
Alfyn:	“I wouldn’t think of sellin’ to my friends. It’s yours for free!”
Tressa:	“Aww, you’re too kind!”
Ophilia:	“It’s like he was sent down to us by Aelfric himself…”

Fears and Aversions

Tressa:	“Oh no…”
Cyrus:	“What’s the matter, Tressa?”
Tressa:	“Someone told me a ghost story… But I can’t stand ghosts! They’re so scary.”
Cyrus:	“I suppose the notion of spirits can be somewhat terrifying.”
Tressa:	“And you know what else is terrifying? Thunder, and debts, and---”
Olberic:	“Debts? That’s a strange one.”
Tressa:	“Strange!? Then what are you afraid of?”
Cyrus:	“Now there’s a question! I’m most interested in knowing what can wilt the Unbending Blade!”
Olberic:	“Well, I am a poor swimmer. Though that is more a weakness than a fear.”
Tressa:	“Well, that’s a surprise, coming from a man of action like yourself.”
Olberic:	“...I swam a little, as a child. But then forgot the skill as I grew into manhood.”
Cyrus:	“Too much muscle, I warrant. You probably sink like a stone.”
Olberic:	“Mayhap. ...What of you, Cyrus? Do you have any weaknesses?”
Cyrus:	“I have a sneaking suspicion that it may be singing.”
Olberic:	“A suspicion?”
Cyrus:	“Well, whenever I give voice to a song, people look at me with the queerest expressions...”
Cyrus:	“Also, they say things like, “Good thing you’re a scholar, sir, and not a bard.”
Tressa:	“Well, now I’m curious. Why don’t you sing something for us?”
Cyrus:	“Perhaps one song then, I do enjoy a good ballad, after all. Ahem…”

---

Cyrus:	“...Well, what do you think? ...Tressa? Is something the matter?”
Olberic:	“...Best leave her be. I believe she is in the midst of ruing her curiosity.”

Heart of a Maiden

Primrose:	“...Cyrus. You really could stand to learn a thing or two about the hearts of women.”
Cyrus:	“I could…?”
Primrose:	“Yes. But don’t worry...I’d be happy to help.”
Cyrus:	“I, um…”
Cyrus:	(I have a feeling I may be in trouble here…)
Therion:	(Come on, just think of it like a storm. You can’t stop it, so just ride it out.)
Primrose:	“Are you two having a conversation through glances alone?”
Cyrus:	“Er, not at all! It’s nothing. Isn’t that right, Therion?”
Therion:	“...Right.”
Primrose:	“Is that so? Now listen up, Professor.”
Primrose:	“You need to choose your words more carefully.”
Cyrus:	“Has my language been somehow improper?”
Primrose:	“On the contrary. You’re too eloquent for your own good.”
Primrose:	“Women like charm and eloquence in a man, this is true.”
Primrose:	“But when you shower a girl with flowery words, she’s bound to get ideas in her head."
Primrose:	“You have a face that girls are like to fancy. You’d do better not to raise false hopes."
Cyrus:	“That was not my intention! I mean, I had no idea…!”
Therion:	“I think that’s her point.”
Primrose:	“Of course, if you do have a true interest in a woman, you can whisper sweet sentiments to your heart’s desire.”
Primrose:	“Don’t assume your feelings are communicated as if by magic, like some men seem to believe.”
Therion:	“Why are you looking at me?”
Primrose:	“Because you’re precisely who I’m talking about.”
Primrose:	“I swear, if I could only mix you two together, I might have a real gentleman.”

I'll Take That!

Tressa:	“Say, Sir Olberic, about that thing on your arm…”
Olberic:	“My brassard, you mean?”
Tressa:	“Mm-hmm. It looks like it would fetch quite a price!”
Olberic:	“Is that so?”
Primrose:	“Are you going to appraise it? Can you tell how old it is? Who made it? Where it came from?”
Tressa:	“Not quite. I’ve just got hunch, that’s all.”
Primrose:	“Oh.”
Olberic:	“Certainly, it is of ancient provenance, passed down through generations of knights sworn to protect the king.”
Olberic:	“Surely it has seen countless battles, and warded the blow of countless swords.”
Tressa:	“Hehe, I knew it! I could tell with just a glance.”
Tressa:	“Sir Olberic, let me buy it off you. I’ll make it worth your while!”
Olberic:	“...It is a symbol and token of the comrades who served before me. I could not possibly sell it.”
Tressa:	“Aww…”
Primrose:	“You mustn’t give in so easily, my little merchant girl.”
Tressa:	“Little!?”
Tressa:	“...Hey, Primrose, have you always had that necklace?”
Primrose:	“Why? Is your gut telling you it’s a valuable treasure, too?”
Tressa:	“I don’t know about that...but it sure is unusual.”
Tressa:	“What do you say, Primrose? Want to sell it?”
Primrose:	“Sorry. It has a lot of sentimental value to me.”
Tressa:	“Aww… You guys are no fun!”

Let's Play a Game

Ophilia:	“What are you two doing? Are those cards?”
Cyrus:	“That’s right. We were about to play a game.”
Tressa:	“You should join us, Ophilia!”
Ophilia:	"That sounds like fun. But I have no idea how to play.”
Cyrus:	“Not to worry. We can explain the rules to you. It’ll be a nice little break for all of us.”
Ophilia:	“Well, if you are offering, how could I refuse?”
Tressa:	(And that’s how it started. What we thought would be a “nice little break”...)
Tressa:	(Turned into something that we never expected.)
Cyrus:	(...Oh-ho, The eight of swords, and three of them no less. A promising hand.)
Cyrus:	(‘Tis easy to know Tressa’s hand, for she shows her delight and dismay plainly on her face.)
Cyrus:	(The problem is, what does Ophilia have?)
Ophilia:	“Hehe…”
Cyrus:	(Her constant smile makes her impossible to read! She must have a tell, but I’ve yet to find it!)
Tressa:	“Well, I have two pairs---three of swords and five of cups.”
Cyrus:	“I have three of a kind. The eight of swords.”
Ophilia:	“Hehe. I’ve got four of the same. Six of staves, right?”
Tressa:	“Unbelievable! Ophilia wins again!”
Cyrus:	“A deft player, to be sure. How do you do it, Ophilia?”
Ophilia:	“Hehe. I just let the Flame guide me.”
Cyrus:	“I see, You eschew greed, and let nature take its course.”
Tressa:	“”Let nature take its course”? What kind of strategy is that!?”
Cyrus:	“We all have that choice. Fight for what you desire, or let the chips fall where they may...”

My Aching Back

Olberic:	“Ungh…”
Primrose:	“Olberic, are you alright? You’re moving very gingerly…”
Olberic:	“My back is terribly sore. The last few days have been hard ones.”
Alfyn:	“Want me to take a look?”
Olberic:	“If you wouldn’t mind, Alfyn.”
Alfyn:	“Hm-hm.”
Primrose:	“What’s the prognosis, Alfyn?”
Alfyn:	“...It’ll clear up. Nothin’ to worry about.”
Alfyn:	“I’ll mix up a salve that’ll help. But you have to avoid overdoin’ things.”
Olberic:	“Very well.”
Primrose:	“You certainly know your stuff, Alfyn. Perhaps you can help me, too?”
Primrose:	“You see, my shoulder’s been very stiff in recent days.”
Alfyn:	“Leave it to me, Primrose. Stiff joints are one of my specialties!”
Alfyn:	“Just bend your arm like so… Right! And then I’ll knead this knot of muscle here…”
Primrose:	“Oooh, that does feel good. ...Ah, much better.”
Alfyn:	“Told you I can fix anythin’---you just got to ask, is all.”
Olberic:	“...”
Olberic:	(Apothecaries are most useful.)
Primrose:	(I like having an apothecary around.)

Potent Potables

Alfyn:	"Ahhhh… Now that’s the best drink I’ve had in a long time!”
Therion:	“You said the same last time, too.”
Alfyn:	“I did? Well, I’m speakin’ the truth. Here, have a taste of that…”
Therion:	“...Hm. Not bad.”
Primrose:	“You boys look like you’re having fun.”
Alfyn:	“Ah, Primrose! Pull up a seat and join us!”
Primrose:	“I’d be delighted. Do you want me to pour you more?”
Alfyn:	“That’s be grand! We’ve got lots to talk about, after all.”
Therion:	“...Not bad at all.”
Primrose:	“Hehe. A nice chat---that sounds perfect.”

---

Alfyn:	“...”
Therion:	“...”
Alfyn:	“Zzz… Zzz…”
Therion:	“Pzzt… Pzzt…”
Primrose:	“Oh, they dozed off. I suppose they were tired.”
Primrose:	“...”
Primrose:	“Aw. They look so cute snoozing away like that.”

Rituals and Superstitions

Therion:	“So what’s with the two rings on your necklace, H’aanit?”
H’aanit:	“They aren keepsakes from my parents. I touche them for luck before a hunt.”
H’aanit:	“A foolish superstition, I knowe.”
H’aanit:	“But I remembere holding it tight before my first hunt. After that, it becameth habit.”
Therion:	“I guess hunters need all the luck they can get. So I’m not surprised they’d believe in things like charms and rituals.”
Ophilia:	“I don’t think it’s limited to hunters. I have one as well.”
Therion:	“You mean, praying to the flame?”
Ophilia:	“No, not exactly.”
Ophilia:	“Every morning after reading scripture, I wish for a blessed day…”
Ophilia:	“...before carefully placing a bookmark between the pages I had been reading.”
Ophilia:	“The bookmark I use is actually a pressed flower that I picked from a secret place I know.”
H’aanit:	“That is a fine ritual. May it continueth to blessen thy days.”
Ophilia:	“Oh, I do hope so.”
Ophilia:	“What about you, Therion? Do you have any rituals or superstitions?”
Therion:	“Of course. Thievery is as prey to Fortune’s caprice as hunting.”
H’aanit:	“So what aren thy superstitions?”
Therion:	“When I break into a house, I always enter with my right foot. And I knock on the door first. Lightly, of course.”
Therion:	“I never look portraits in the eye, or steal from children’s savings boxes. Also…”
H’aanit:	“Stay! How many hast thou!?”
Therion:	“As many as I need to make off with my prize.”
Ophilia:	“I cannot decide if that makes you overly superstitious...or eminently practical.”

Shall We Dance?

Primrose:	“Ah, how relaxing. A fine tavern, wouldn’t you say?”
Cyrus:	“Indeed. The spirits are excellent, and all the better in the company of such lovely women.”
H’aanit:	“Excuse me?”
Primrose:	“That’s not very professional, Professor?”
Cyrus:	“It isn’t? Oh, forgive me.”
H’aanit:	“Tellen me, Primrose. Thou hast danced in taverns afore, yes?"
Primrose:	“That’s right.”
H’aanit:	“I coulde not imaginen dancing in front of anyone, let alone drunken strangers.”
H’aanit:	“Truth be told, I envye thy talent, and the joy that thou dost surely feelen.”
Cyrus:	“I daresay Primrose brings a lot of joy to her audience as well.”
Cyrus:	“By the time she’s taken a few steps, she has the entire room under her spell.”
Primrose:	“Heh… You have a way with words, Professor. Perhaps we could all dance together next time.”
H’aanit:	“Erm…”
Cyrus:	“Oho. To be taught by Primrose, star of the stage, would be an honor indeed.”
H’aanit:	“I feare it maye not comen to me easily…”
Primrose:	“Oh, it’s simple enough. You just need to listen to the music and move in time with it.”
Primrose:	“You don’t have to be perfect or anything. Just enjoy yourself.”
H’aanit:	“Dost thou truly believen so?”
Cyrus:	“Well, I, for one, am game. Nothing ventured, as they say!”
Primrose:	“Heh, splendid! May I have this dance?”
Cyrus:	“...Erm, ah...sorry. L-like this?”
Primrose:	“...”
H’aanit:	“And one...and two...and...erm...three? Is this right?”
Primrose:	“...”
Primrose:	(Gods have mercy.)
Primrose:	(Watching these two is like watching despair in motion.)
H’aanit:	“...What sayest thou, Primrose?”
Primrose:	“Hm? Or, er… Well…”
Primrose:	“I know! Let’s have another drink! This is a tavern, after all---not a dance hall!"
H’aanit:	“I told thee, did I not…!?”
Cyrus:	“Yes, quite. Maybe there’s something to be said for sticking with what you know, eh?”

Strategy and Tactics

Therion:	“Cyrus. What in the hells were you thinking out there?”
Cyrus:	“Are you talking about the recent battle? I was only doing my part.”
Therion:	“Well, you damn near cast that one spell right on my head.”
Cyrus:	“That is because you were standing where it needed casting.”
Therion:	“...Fine, fine.”
Cyrus:	“Speaking of which...Olberic, I cannot help but notice that you seem fond of charging in headfirst.”
Olberic:	“‘Tis how I do battle. I know no other way.”
Cyrus:	“Then might I suggest you peruse a book or two on tactics.”
Cyrus:	“It is most vexing to have one’s allies running willy-nilly into the path of one’s spells.”
Therion:	(Gah. What are those two arguing about this time?)
Olberic:	“I see. It is my duty is to stand at the van and stop the foe.”
Olberic:	“If I fail to do this, then you do not have time to weave your magic.”
Olberic:	“Magic we need, for there are some foes that can only be felled by your spells.”
Cyrus:	“You are quite right. I am only effective for as long as you can protect me.”
Cyrus:	“And when my spells fail, Therion is there to deliver a coup de grâce.”
Therion:	(Now that’s more like it.)
Olberic:	“Just so. Magic and thievery are subtler arts than that of the blade.”
Olberic:	“Warriors are simple men, and favor the direct approach, Your ways are different---but no less formidable.”
Cyrus:	“Well said, my friend! I have nothing but the deepest respect for your fighting skills. The both of you, that is.”
Therion:	“...”
Cyrus:	“Is something the matter, Therion?”
Olberic:	“You’ve been silent for some time now. If you have something to say, let us hear it.”
Therion:	(I have the deepest respect for your ability to go on and on about nothing.)
Therion:	“...Maybe next time. I’ll talk to you guys later.”

To Err is Human

Alfyn:	“I’ve got a question. Are you any good at writin’ letters?”
Therion:	“Letters?”
Therion:	“...Can’t say I am. Talking’s quicker.”
H’aanit:	“I oft write letters. When I putte my thoughts to paper, they becometh clearer to me.”
Alfyn:	“So, er, do you deliver them as well?”
H’aanit:	“Yes. If there is someone I wolde have knowen my feelings, I give them the letter in person.”
Alfyn:	“That’s mighty wise of you. A letter is important, and you don’t want some daft fool losin’ one.”
Therion:	“...Are you speaking from experience?”
Alfyn:	“...”
Alfyn:	“It’s like this. I kind of messed up once, a long time ago.”
Therion:	“Oh?”
Alfyn:	“I was still just a kid...”
Alfyn:	“There was a girl in our village called Mercedes.”
Alfyn:	“Me and her and my buddy, Zeph would play together from dawn to dusk, most days.”
Alfyn:	“When Zeph and I studied late into the night, she’d bring us sweets she baked.”
Alfyn:	“But one day, we found out she was goin’ to be sent off to live with distant relatives.”
Alfyn:	“Way over to the other side of the Middlesea, she was going. Chances are we’d never see her again.”
H’aanit:	“How sad.”
Alfyn:	“Well, Zeph wrote her a letter and he gave it to me.”
Alfyn:	“Said he was too shy to give it to her himself, and asked me to deliver it for him.”
Alfyn:	“Turns out he was sweet on Mercedes.”
H’aanit:	“Haha. The plot doth thicken…”
Alfyn:	“Of course I said I’d deliver his letter. I was his best pal, after all.”
Alfyn:	“So on the day that Mercedes was leavin’, I headed to her house…”
Alfyn:	“But there I found that her coachman had suddenly taken sick, and was too ill to drive the cart.”
Therion:	“...”
Alfyn:	“I gave him a salve and some medicine, and after a while he was back his feet.”
Alfyn:	“You can imagine I was pretty chuffed with myself that I could help.”
Alfyn:	“But Mercedes looked so sad, sittin’ up there on top of the cart.”
Alfyn:	“”Thank you,” she said. “But why didn’t Zeph come to say goodbye?”
Alfyn:	“That was the last I saw of her. I headed back home, ruminatin’ about this and that…”
Alfyn:	“...but clean forgettin’ about Zeph’s letter! By the time I remembered, it was too late.”
H’aanit:	“Oh thou didst not!”
Therion:	“Somehow, I’m not surprised. So what did you do with the letter?”
Alfyn:	“I gave it back to Zeph, with my apologies. Along with some fish from the river.”
Alfyn:	“Taught me a good lesson, that little incident did.”
H’aanit:	“Oh? What was that?”
Alfyn:	“Deliver your own letters.”
Therion:	“Words to live by.”
H’aanit:	“Just so.”

Wedding Bells

Olberic:	“There was quite a crowd here before. Whatever was the occasion?”
Alfyn:	“A wedding parade, they were saying.”
Ophilia:	“You don’t say! I’ve assisted at a number of weddings myself.”
Olberic:	“Ah,indeed. Wakes and weddings alike---all fall within the purview of the Church of the Flame, do they not?”
Ophilia:	“That’s right! Needless to say, weddings are far more lively and extravagant.”
Ophilia:	“The highlight is when the bride and groom stand before the priest and blow out the twelve candles.”
Alfyn:	“That’s when the couple make their vow to the twelve gods, right?”
Ophilia:	“Yes. Although the precise words of the vow often differ depending on local custom…”
Ophilia:	“They usually involve making a promise to face any hardships together, and praying for the gods to watch over them.”
Ophilia:	“After the vows have been said, the newly wed blow out the candles.”
Alfyn:	“Come to think of it, I remember seeing a long wall of white cloth hung up around the candles.”
Ophilia:	“Indeed. The bride’s family provides the cloth. But do you know the reason behind it?”
Olberic:	“I figured it was merely to keep out the breeze.”
Ophilia:	“In a sense. It is said that ill winds blow out from the afterworld when couples make the vows.”
Ophilia:	“The white sheets form a barrier between this world and the next, keeping death and misery at bay.”
Alfyn:	“You don’t say. Live an’ learn, eh?”
Ophilia:	“When the time comes for either of you to be wed, I would be honored to preside over the ceremony.”
Alfyn:	“Uh, sure…”
Olberic:	“I shall keep that in mind. Should such a day come, that is…”

A Drinking Contest

Alfyn:	“That should do ‘er! Now the ale’s ready for drinking!”
Cyrus:	“And we’re all here, right on time.”
Therion:	“...But I want everyone to know that drinks can be enjoyed all the same in complete silence.”
Olberic:	“Come, now. Where is the fun in that?”
Alfyn:	“I now pronounce the Official Drinking Games underway! Gentlemen, you may begin!”

---

Cyrus:	“...I...I concede.”
Alfyn:	“Giving up early, ain’t you, Professor?”
Cyrus:	“Indeed. You must forgive me, but I’d rather drink at my own pace, or not at all.”
Therion:	(Out, but not down, huh?)
Therion:	(He’s a man who like to savor his drinks, it would appear.)
Alfyn:	“I’ve got to hand it to you fellahs. Guys back in the village would already be under the table.”
Therion:	“Thieves who can’t hold their liquor aren’t long for the buisiness.”
Olberic:	“I, too, oft had need to drink in my younger days. Familiarity breeds resilience.”
Cyrus:	“...Indeed. But there are limits. Practice and familiarity can only take you so far.”
Alfyn:	“Well, I ain’t done yet---another round!”

---

Therion:	“...All right. I’m calling it quits.”
Alfyn:	“Hahaha! You lily-livered milksop! I’m good for another cask!”
Therion:	“I know when to cut my losses. But I’ve got to hand it to you: you’re stronger than you look.”
Alfyn:	“That’s what they all say!”
Cyrus:	(‘Tis a wise bandit indeed, who puts down his glass before his agility is adversely affected.)
Alfyn:	“It’s just you an’ me then, Olberic!”
Olberic:	“Haha! Let the duel commence, my medicinal friend!”
Alfyn:	“Uh-oh…’
Olberic:	“Hohoho…”
Alfyn:	(By the gods, he’s like a bottomless barrel!)
Alfyn:	(He’s been smilin’ and relaxed like he’s only on his third mug---what’s it gonna take to knock him out!?)
Olberic:	“Hohoho…”
Olberic:	(Demons take me, but I cannot seem to stop giggling…)
Olberic:	(I haven’t been pushed this far in a drinking game since my contest with Erhardt---a match that I lost.)
Alfyn:	(I reckon the next glass will be his last though…)
Olberic:	(Have I met my match once more…?)
Therion:	“All right, that’s enough, you two.”
Alfyn:	“Wh-what d’ya mean? I’m just getting’ warmed up…”
Therion:	“Tell that to the tavern master.”
Cyrus:	“I declare a tie---you are both victors.”
Alfyn:	“Ah, shucks. Well, if they ain’t servin’ no more, I guess we got no choice…”
Therion:	“Exactly.”
Olberic:	“Hahaha...ha...ha…”
Cyrus:	“It appears Sir Olberic continues to be amused.”
Cyrus:	“Nevertheless, what do you gentlemen say to finding another tavern that’s still serving?”
Therion:	(In the end, none of us can hold a candle to this guy…)

For Women's Ears Only

Tressa:	“I think it’s fascinating how we managed to find each other in this great, big world.”
Tressa:	“Don’t you?”
H’aanit:	“Aye. ‘Tis as if fate hath drawn us together.”
Ophilia:	“I look forward to hearing everyone’s stories.”
Primrose:	“As do I. Everyone, no matter how grand or humble, has their own story to tell.”
Tressa:	“I want to know more about your hometowns. Were there any tasty foods there?”
Ophilia:	“Well, I always tell visitors to try our winter vegetable soup.”
Tressa:	“Ooh, that sounds delicious. I love vegetables!”
Primrose:	“It’s probably good for your skin, too.”
Ophilia:	“And just one sip will warm you right up.”
Tressa:	“How about you, H’aanit? What’s the food back home like?”
H’aanit:	“It is good. But in my village, there is an inn that serveth wild boar roasted over an open fire.”
H’aanit:	“Truth be told, it is the finest food I have ever tasted.”
Ophilia:	“Roasted boar? Gosh…”
Primrose:	“That does sound good. But perhaps not the most romantic choice.”
H’aanit:	“Hm?”
Tressa:	“R-romantic!?”
Tressa:	“You mean like…”
Ophilia:	“Sharing a delicious meal with a special someone? Right…?”
H’aanit:	“Master and I oft ate together. Doth that counten as romantic?”
Primrose:	“...”
Primrose:	“Don’t tell me you’ve never been romanced before.”
Ophilia:	“...”
Primrose:	“I see I have a lot of explaining to do.”
Primrose:	“It’s like this…”
Tressa:	“Ooooooh…”
Tressa:	“Primrose, you have to tell us more!”
Ophilia:	“Yes, please! Impart us with your wisdom!”
H’aanit:	“I too, have some interest in what you knowest.”
Primrose:	“All right, then. We’ll start by you telling me what kind of men you like.”
Ophilia:	“...!”
Primrose:	“H’aanit, you first. What’s your type?”
H’aanit:	“Me? Well, er, I have not thought upon it, truth be told…”
H'aanit:	“Perhaps...someone who is stronger than me…”
Tressa:	“Eh? But…”
Ophilia:	“If such men exist, they must be ever so rare!”
H’aanit:	“Thinkest thou so?”
Primrose:	“Oh, I wouldn’t say rare, exactly. But...not common, either.”
Primrose:	“Every man has his weakness. It’s just a matter of finding it.”
Tressa:	“Oooh!”
Tressa:	“I could listen to you talk about this all day, Primrose. You know everything!”
Primrose:	“Hehe. Thank you.”
Tressa:	“So, Ophilia? What kind of man do you like?”
Ophilia:	“I was raised in the church, so I haven’t had much opportunity to compare…”
Ophilia:	“But I suppose I’d want someone who’s nice.”
Primrose:	“Aw, how sweet.”
Tressa:	“Oh, come on. Try to be more specific! Narrow it down a little.”
H’aanit:	“Indeed. What dost thou desiren, in thine heart?”
Ophilia:	“Desire!? Well, there’s no room in my heart for such a thing…”
Tressa:	“There most certainly is! So tell us. We’re waiting!”
Ophilia:	“I suppose it’s rude to keep you waiting… Well, I’ll try to keep it short then.”
Ophilia:	“I want a man who’s compassionate, caring, thoughtful, and upright.”
Ophilia:	“He has to be able to handle a swords, but also be clever. Like a scholar.”
Ophilia:	“Someone who’s hard on himself, but forgiving of others.”
Ophilia:	“Oh, and taller than me, of course. And broad-minded and tolerant. And generally wonderful.”
H’aanit:	“...”
Tressa:	“Well, you definitely narrowed it down.”
H’aanit:	“Indeed. So narrow as to excludeth all men that ever lived…”
Ophilia:	“You see? I knew I shouldn’t have told you… This is so embarrassing.”
Primrose:	“Ophilia, let me give you one piece of advice.”
Primrose:	“”Don’t pin your dreams on a man.””
Tressa:	“Ooooooh!”
Tressa:	“How do you know so much, Primrose? It’s amazing!”
Primrose:	“It all comes down to experience, ladies.”
Ophilia:	“Gosh, I’m learning so much!”
Ophilia:	“By the by, Tressa. You haven’t told us what kind of man you like.”
Tressa:	“What? Oh, haha! You don’t really want to hear about my type...do you?”
H’aanit:	“Tressa…”
Ophilia:	“We’re waiting!”
Tressa:	“W-well then, if you insist…”
Tressa:	“I like a man who doesn’t try to return merchandise after he’s already paid for it.”
Ophilia:	“...”
Ophilia:	“That’s so like you, Tressa.”
H’aanit:	“Primrose, hast thou advice?”
Primrose:	“Tressa… You need to forget about trading for a bit.”
Primrose:	“You can’t buy a good man, you know. It takes love and affection.”
Ophilia:	“Oooooooooh!”
Tressa:	“I’ll take that lesson to heart!”
Ophilia:	“As will I. We’ve learned so much from your experiences, Primrose!”
H’aanit:	“Now what about thee? What sort of man dost thou favoren?”
Primrose:	“Me? Well, that’s easy.”
Primrose:	“See, what I like in a man is…”
Tressa:	“...!”
Primrose:	“...”
Primrose:	“Oh, would you look at that? We’re out of drinks. I suppose we should call it a day.”
H’aanit:	“...”
Primrose:	“It’s been fun, ladies. Let’s chat again soon.
Tressa:	“B-but we’re not done here yet! Primrose…? Come back, Primrose!”

Four Personalities

Tressa:	“Hmm…”
Alfyn:	“Hey, Tressa. Is something the matter? Looks like you’ve got a lot on your mind.”
Tressa:	“Well, there was a man sitting over there, right?”
Olberic:	“Right.”
Ophilia:	“He seemed awfully cold, with that cloak wrapped so tightly around him.”
Tressa:	“Exactly! He was clinging onto that cloak for dear life!”
Tressa:	“So I was just thinking…”
Tressa:	“If you needed to get him to take off the cloak, how would you do it?”
Alfyn:	“Hoho. A riddle, is it?”
Olberic:	“Hmm… I would challenge him to a duel.”
Olberic:	“Should he accept, he would naturally remove the cloak of his own choosing.”
Ophilia:	“I suppose that’s fine if you’ve got a big sword and don’t mind getting into a fight…”
Alfyn:	“Haha! She’s right there!”
Alfyn:	“You can’t go pushing you* weight around and bullyin’ people to fight you all the time.”
Olberic:	“Then what would you do?”
Alfyn:	“Simple. I’d make friends with the fellah.”
Alfyn:	“Share a mug of mead, tell a few jokes, then ask him to take off the cloak.
Ophilia:	“How very like you, Alfyn!”
Alfyn:	“It’s easy to get people to trust you when it’s your job to cure them.”
Tressa:	“And you, Ophilia? How would you do it?”
Ophilia:	“Me? Oh, well. Erm, I don’t know…”
Ophilia:	“Perhaps I’d take him somewhere nice and warm. After all, I wouldn’t want him to take it off, if he was cold without it.”
Alfyn:	“Hahaha! Now ain’t that just like Ophilia?”
Tressa:	“I guess he’d be more likely yo listen to a request from someone so considerate…”
Tressa:	“You know, I’m learning a lot here.”
Alfyn:	“I suppose you’d offer to buy the cloak, right, Tressa?”
Tressa:	“You got that right! Except, that cloak happens to be a collector’s piece.”
Tressa:	“I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t part with it willingly.”
Tressa:	“But thanks to you, I know just what to do!”
Tressa:	“I’ll challenge him to a fight, befriend him, than take him somewhere nice and warm! If that doesn’t do the trick, I don’t know what will!”
Alfyn:	(...)

Four Talents

Primrose:	“Where did Linde get to, H’aanit?”
H’aanit:	“She hath gone outside. Running about and chasing hares, I warrant.”
Primrose:	“Of course.”
Primrose:	“She’s so docile and obedient, I sometimes forget that she’s still a wild creature.”
Cyrus:	“Just so.”
H’aanit:	“Cyrus. I will that you not sneaken up on me like that. I mighte loosen an arrow into your side.”
Primrose:	“Can we help you with something, Professor?”
Cyrus:	“I find myself most facinated by your ability to control beasts, H’aanit.”
Cyrus:	“If it were no trouble, I would like to ask you some questions, at some opportune time.”
H’aanit:	“Of course.”
H’aanit:	“Truth be told, I am curious about all of thee, too.”
H’aanit:	“Primrose and her dancing, Cyrus and his studies…”
H’aanit:	“Therion’s thievery…”
Therion:	“That so?”
H’aanit:	“Especially thee. I wondere how thy fingers became so dexterous.”
Therion:	“Practice makes perfect.”
Cyrus:	“Speaking of which, I have observed you sometimes writing and whittling with your opposite hand…”
Primrose:	“Is that “practice,” too?”
Therion:	“Mm-hmm.”
Cyrus:	“So you train both hands to improve your dexterity…”
Therion:	“Why so perplexed? It’s not much different than you practicing your aim.”
Therion:	“Or Primrose practicing her dancing.”
H’aanit:	“Just so. Primrose, thou dost leaven our company and hiden thyself away at times…”
Primrose:	“I hate spectators during practice.”
Primrose:	“I need to get a dance perfect before I can do it in front of anyone.”
Cyrus:	“You are dedicated to your art.”
Primrose:	“So what about you, Professor? Do you practice studying?”
Cyrus:	“In my case, I develop my powers of deduction and insight by reading tomes and closely observing people.”
Cyrus:	“I attempt to guess what other people are thinking. It sharpens my mind, and, I confess, amuses me, too.”
H’aanit:	“That remindeth me. Earlier, Linde growled at thee in warning.”
Cyrus:	“Was that a warning? ...I suppose I should apologize for what transpired earlier, then.”
Primrose:	“Oh? And what’s that?”
Cyrus:	“You see, I was curious about snow leopard biology, and so undertook a carful study of Linde."
H’aanit:	“From morning to night?”
Cyrus:	“Precisely.”
Primrose:	“It’s no wonder the poor dear’s wary of you.”
Therion:	“I hope this has been a lesson to you, Professor.

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Octopath Traveler

Characters
Travelers:	Ophilia • Cyrus • Tressa • Olberic • Primrose • Alfyn • Therion • H'aanit
Ophilia's Path:	Lianna • Archbishop Josef • Mattias • Guardian of the First Flame • Bishop Bartolo • Emil • Derryl • Nate • Hróðvitnir • Daniel • Bishop Donovan • Lysa • Mystery Man and Shady Figure
Cyrus's Path:	Therese • Princess Mary • Mercedes • Yvon • Lucia • Russell • Odette • Gideon • Dominic
Tressa's Path:	Olneo Colzione • Marina Colzione • Leon Bastralle • Mikk • Makk • Ali • Morlock • Omar • Baltazar • Venomtooth Tiger • Noa • Aston Wyndham • Esmeralda • Ing
Olberic's Path:	Erhardt • King Alfred • Philip • Gaston • Cecily • Ned • Victorino • Conrad • Wallace Wildsword • Bernhard • Grieg • Joshua Frostblade • Archibold • Gustav • Bale • Reggie • Harald • Werner
Primrose's Path:	Geoffrey Azelhart • Yusufa • Helgenish • Arianna • Oren • Rufus • Revello Forsythe • Simeon • Anna Forsythe • Albus • Jan Forsythe
Alfyn's Path:	Zeph • Nina • Lily • Blotted Viper • Ellen • Flynn • Marlene • Vanessa Hysel • Ogen • Miguel • Timothy • Ogre Eagle
Therion's Path:	Darius • Heathcote • Cordelia Ravus • Barham • Orlick • Gareth
H'aanit's Path:	Z'aanta • Linde • Eliza Woodward • Ghisarma • Natalia • Lord of the Forest • Alaic • Susanna Grotoff • Dragon • King Khalim • Redeye
Side Stories:	Miles • Theracio • Le Mann • Noelle • Ria • Meryl • Kaia • Ashlan • Mathilda • Tony • Professor Bastete • Mont d'Or • Estadas • Professor Paul • Maruf
Other:	Kit • Graham Crossford • Alphas • Impresario • Lyblac

Orsterra
Frostlands:	Flamesgrace • Cave of Origin • Hoarfrost Grotto • Stillsnow • Secret Path • Obsidian Parlor • The Whitewood • Shrine of the Flamebearer • Tomb of the Imperator • Northreach • Lorn Cathedral • Maw of the Ice Dragon
Flatlands:	Atlasdam • Subterranean Study • The Whistlewood • Noblecourt • Orlick's Manse • Obsidian Manse • Shrine of the Sage • The Hollow Throne • Wispermill • Ebony Grotto • Forest of Purgation • Shrine of the Starseer
Coastlands:	Rippletide • Caves of Maiya • Undertow Cove • Moonstruck Coast • Goldshore • Caves of Azure • Seaside Grotto • Shrine of the Trader • Captains' Bane • Grandport • Grandport Sewers • Loch of the Lost King
Highlands:	Hornburg • Cobbleston • Brigands' Den • Untouched Sanctum • Stonegard • The Spectrewood • Yvon's Birthplace • Shrine of the Thunderblade • Tomb of Kings • Everhold • Amphitheatre • Everhold Tunnels • Shrine of the Runeblade • Ruins of Hornburg
Sunlands:	Sunshade • Sunshade Catacombs • Whistling Cavern • Wellspring • Lizardmen's Den • Black Market • Shrine of the Lady of Grace • Quicksand Caves • Marsalim • Grimsand Ruins • Marsalim Catacombs
Riverlands:	Clearbrook • Cave of Rhiyo • Twin Falls • Saintsbridge • The Murkwood • Rivira Woods • Farshore • Shrine of the Healer • Riverford • Hidden Path • Lord's Manse • Refuge Ruins • Shrine of the Warbringer
Cliftlands:	Bolderfall • Ravus Manor • Carrion Caves • Quarrycrest • The Sewers • Morlock's Manse • Shrine of the Prince of Thieves • Derelict Mine • Orewell • Forest of Rubeh • Dragonsong Fane
Woodlands:	S'warkii • The Whisperwood • Path of Beasts • Victors Hollow • The Forgotten Grotto • Forest of No Return • Shrine of the Huntress • Duskbarrow • Ruins of Eld • Moldering Ruins • Shrine of the Archmagus
Other:	The Gate of Finis • Journey's End

Enemies
Ophilia's Path:	Guardian of the First Flame • Hróðvitnir • Mystery Man and Shady Figure • Mattias
Cyrus's Path:	Russell • Gideon • Yvon • Lucia
Tressa's Path:	Mikk and Makk • Omar • Venomtooth Tiger • Esmeralda
Olberic's Path:	Gaston • Joshua Frostblade • Archibold • Gustav • Lizardman Chief • Erhardt • Werner
Primrose's Path:	Helgenish • Rufus • Albus • Simeon
Alfyn's Path:	Blotted Viper • Vanessa Hysel • Miguel • Ogre Eagle
Therion's Path:	Heathcote • Orlick • Gareth • Darius
H'aanit's Path:	Ghisarma • Lord of the Forest • Dragon • Redeye
Optional:	Jötunn • Giant Python and Snake Charmer • Leviathan • Devourer of Men • Mánagarmr • Azure-eyed Tiger • Behemoth • Devourer of Dreams • Dreadwolf • Gigantes • Lord of the Sands • Manymaws • Monarch • Throne Guardian • Tyrannodrake
Gods of Orsterra:	Winnehild • Steorra • Balogar • Dreisang • Galdera

Game Mechanics
General:	Achievements • Side Stories • Travel Banter
Battle:	Experience • Skills • Status Effects • Support Skills
Path Actions:	Guide/Allure • Scrutinize/Inquire • Purchase/Steal • Provoke/Challenge
Inventory:	Items • Weapons • Shields • Headgear • Body Armor • Materials
Jobs:	Cleric • Scholar • Merchant • Warrior • Dancer • Apothecary • Thief • Hunter
Advanced Jobs:	Starseer • Runelord • Warmaster • Sorcerer

Tavern Banter

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