>>5390046>>5390048>>5390054Crouch walking hurts a ton, but it's miles better than having the risk of having a table flipped over your head. Even that could kill you off, the way you are moving right now, so it's best to avoid the conflict Guts is creating by inviting several people to brawl with him.
Weirdly enough, Casca decides to escape the scuffle after throwing one of the men over to the nearest torch and following after you, choosing not to get accidentally near the swordsman he wished to be with.
Exiting the town with the help of the mercenary, you hear a faint melody of a wind instrument, and using your Od vision to be led by the crowd of child slaves freed by Guts earlier, Casca walked you over to the sound of the bagpipes.
It was Benny, the bald little bard. Tearfully playing the softest of tunes on his pipes as Zhafira danced and bobbed in place, using the unseen hand to pretend she was able to dance normally with her limited movement as to not show her legs.
You are surprised that she is not craving the needle or transforming into a mandragoran, given the stress on her body to sing on the right notes, remember the songs she forgot a long time ago, and dance to appease the crowd who cheered along with her.
<span class="mu-i">--The tropics of the horizon,
would guide her to the throne,
Her happiness could only begin, when meeting with the king,
So early morning, with the sun she arose,
Off her town she went, as the world would prevent
The happy tale of Rosy Rose...</span>
The group of listeners went wild at her display, as Casca couldn't help but smile from the ordeal.
"She remembered! It was only the first part of the whole song, but she remembered... She was always so restlessly stuck with her drafts, we were wondering if her art was the only thing preventing her from spiraling, so we left her to it..."
"I have a feeling all here present had a part in her process." You kept watching them clap and throw some coins at Benny's hat. Though if he was near, surely the Falcons should be in the vicinity...
"Well, I'm glad this journey wasn't completely useless..."
"What do you mean, useless? Can't a lady have a stroll around a city? We even reunited a family of siblings!"
"Will they be united for long, though? I don't think they let the poor perform art in the holy town, and commoners shouldn't be reading in public either."
A young boy in horse mount and a blonde girl with a large forehead were seen when you reflected your thoughts into the water of the docks, the crest in the youngster's armor made it clear of his affiliation with the Reborn Band Of The Falcon.
But why did they come here? Did they knew of our intent to reach Vritannis? Was it merely to warn of the imminent invasion? Were they blind followers of the dark angel, or did your enemy act out kindness?
>Confront the two enemy soldiers.>Greet the artisan siblings. 