Raven & Rebecca

Level C:

REBECCA:	Urm... ...Eek!
RAVEN:	What in the blazes...?
REBECCA:	Ah! I am sorry! Did I disturb your rest?
RAVEN:	No... that's not it-- what are you doing dismantling your weapon here?
REBECCA:	Ah, um, it's just-- my bowstring was getting lax. I was trying to change it with another, you see... I'm just not very good at stringing...
RAVEN:	Hand me that.
REBECCA:	Eh? Um...
RAVEN:	... ... There...that do it? Give her a pull to see if she's not too tight.
REBECCA:	Y-Yes! ...Ah, yes! It's perfect! Thank you so much! Sir...?
RAVEN:	Raven.
REBECCA:	Sir Raven! I am Rebecca.
RAVEN:	I know. When someone joins your army-- You should know his face, at least. Especially in a rag-tag bunch such as this.
REBECCA:	Ah...I-I'm sorry. I'm... I'm not even a proper mercenary...
RAVEN:	I don't know why you're here... But a solder who can't take care of his own weapons has no place on the battlefield.
REBECCA:	... ...
RAVEN:	If you need anything, ask me. I'll do what I can.
REBECCA:	Ah... Scary... But maybe not all that bad inside? Sure liked what I saw on the outside! Tee hee...

Level B:

REBECCA:	Ah! Sir Raven!
RAVEN:	Rebecca, right?
REBECCA:	Thank you for fixing my bow! It's never shot so straight and true!
RAVEN:	Glad to have been of service.
REBECCA:	Also, um...
RAVEN:	What?
REBECCA:	Is there...anything you like to eat, in particular?
RAVEN:	Huh?
REBECCA:	I mean, well, I wanted to pay you back somehow... And I'm a rather good chef, so I thought...
RAVEN:	Hmph. I don't particularly like or dislike anything.
REBECCA:	Well, if you had to pick?
RAVEN:	Hmm... I guess I would pick...meat.
REBECCA:	Meat! Excellent! But what kind? I can catch fowl or deer, anything!
RAVEN:	You hunt?
REBECCA:	Yes, it's my other skill.
RAVEN:	Well, then I leave the choice of meat up to you, hunter.
REBECCA:	Excellent! You won't be disappointed!
RAVEN:	Hmph. She's tougher than I thought.

Level A:

REBECCA:	...
RAVEN:	...Good! This is good eating.
REBECCA:	Phew! There's more! Eat all you can!
RAVEN:	You bagged all this? You're quite the hunter, aren't you?
REBECCA:	Ah! You do smile, Raven!
RAVEN:	I'm human. I smile, I cry.
REBECCA:	Hmm...I can't imagine you crying, Sir Raven. But you have a...nice smile. Very handsome! You... You look a bit like my brother.
RAVEN:	You have a brother?
REBECCA:	Yes... He left home five years ago...never returned.
RAVEN:	... ...
REBECCA:	He hasn't even written a letter. I fear... He's probably forgotten all about me... ...
RAVEN:	He wouldn't forget.
REBECCA:	What?
RAVEN:	There must be something else keeping him from returning home... ...Maybe it's just his fool pride, eh? But, no matter what happens... There is no way he could forget you, Rebecca. No matter how far away he is, he is thinking of you always. ...That's what brothers do.
REBECCA:	Sniff... I miss him... ... ... ...
RAVEN:	...Don't cry. Hmm...you may be tough, but you're still a child.