Hector & Serra

Level C:

SERRA:	Ah, Lord Hector.
HECTOR:	Yeah?
SERRA:	Isn't there something you'd like to tell me? Really, there's no need to hold back.
HECTOR:	Huh? What are you talking about?
SERRA:	Why, your words of thanks, of course!
HECTOR:	Why should I thank you?
SERRA:	You yourself told me, Lord Hector: "Stay in Ostia, someone needs to defend the homeland."
HECTOR:	Uh huh.
SERRA:	Yet, I, in my thoughtfulness, have come with you! I've come all the way here for you, Lord Hector! I'd take a ...thank you, ... or failing that, a bucket of jewels! Anything will do.
HECTOR:	You want me to thank you for disobeying orders? To tell the truth, I find it hard to fight with you here!
SERRA:	Really! The nerve of some people! I thought you would be more understanding, Lord Hector!
HECTOR:	Understanding of what?
SERRA:	Why, I am the only sister in this army!
HECTOR:	Yeah, that's true, now that you mention it. Of course, a replacement would work just as well...
SERRA:	R-Really! Must you taunt me so? What if I really did find a replacement! What then?
HECTOR:	Actually, I was kinda being serious...

Level B:

HECTOR:	Hey, Serra. Can anyone use a staff of St. Elimine, even if they lack the faith?
SERRA:	What? Wait! you're making fun of me in a roundabout way! I never! Only someone like you could do such a thing! Can you even imagine the many nights I've wet my pillow with tears...
HECTOR:	...Nope, I can't.
SERRA:	I have been sensitive and delicate since I was born, you know! Not that I'd expect you to know that, or care. It might surprise you to know this, but I am of high noble birth!
HECTOR:	Huh? You're right, I didn't know... you some distant relation of one of the nobles of Lycia?
SERRA:	No, I am a full-blooded member of an Etrurian count's family.
HECTOR:	What, are you serious!?
SERRA:	Very serious. You should be calling me "Lady Serra," you know, really. But since it's you, Lord Hector, I've been tolerating plain "Serra."
HECTOR:	Hmph, hard to picture...but I guess I'll take your word for it. Where's that count's family from?
SERRA:	They are, well, that's what I'm not sure of.
HECTOR:	Hah?
SERRA:	there was all this talk about family status and succession of titles and such... My parents decided to put me in an abbey when I was still a child. That's why I don't know the count's name...or what my parents were like... But I'm sure they were gentle and beautiful people, both of them!
HECTOR:	But you've never met them?
SERRA:	Yes, but look at me, their child! I'm sure you can imagine how striking my father must... Lord Hector? Was that a yawn!?

Level A:

HECTOR:	Hey, Serra. That abbey you lived in was in Ostia, right?
SERRA:	W-Why do... What of it?
HECTOR:	I was thinking, the only abbey left in the land of Ostia right now is the one that was rebuilt when my brother was made marquess.
SERRA:	Ah!
HECTOR:	So...that was the place?
SERRA:	Y-Yes...that was where I grew up. With children who had lost their parents in the war, children from poor villages. It was an orphanage for those children, too, you see...
HECTOR:	You know, I visited there once. Dismal place, it was. After my brother donated money it got a little better, true...
SERRA:	Y-Yes, I suppose... We were always short on food. The winters were cold, with no wood for the fire, and no warm blankets... But I was fine, really! I knew it was only temporary! I knew things would get better!
HECTOR:	Hey, calm down! No need to shout!
SERRA:	I really am of the bloodline of an Etrurian count's family, I am! I just can't meet them right now because of family...family issues! But, someday... Someday. My true parents will come to welcome me back.
HECTOR:	... ...
SERRA:	My mother and father are truly kind people, who thought often of me, alone in the abbey... I..I'm sure of it! It has to be true.
HECTOR:	Serra...
SERRA:	W-What! Don't look at me like that! It is really true! Really, I-I am...
HECTOR:	It's fine... I believe you. C'mon, don't cry. No one doubts you are who you say you are.
SERRA:	I know that. I know.
HECTOR:	Oh, all right. Good.
SERRA:	Well...I should be going. I have to see if anyone's been injured!
HECTOR:	Serra! If you ever need anything, you talk to me or Oswin. We're your family, or at least, we are until your parents come for you.
SERRA:	Hector!
HECTOR:	Right? So, let's go.
SERRA:	You are a bit...untidy to be a member of my family... But I suppose I can tolerate that...if I must, yes. ... ...