Episode 11. Character Development Builds Character
Maltatai: Stupefying, fallentossing, treetrunkencamped, pitless, witless, reaccusatorysome oozing pointy-eared...
Snövit: Hello there. Someone is in a particularly good mood today.
Maltatai: Oh keep it down! I'm busy.
Snövit: What is this mess?
Maltatai: THIS, oh mighty ice cube, is what happens when you have two and a half years of chronicling MOVED to a NEW place WITHOUT it being compatible with dotted letters, smileys and apparently formatting and pictures in some cases! What a mess!
Snövit: Like...if someone had moved all your books to a new library but put some in the wrong order and forgotten the registry markings?
Maltatai: Pretty much like that I guess.
Snövit: I have never heard of anyone in our world having similar troubles...
Maltatai: That just may have something to do with the fact that bookshelves in Sanctuary contain at most one tome with at most 20 pages.
Snövit: Oh...right.
Maltatai: Damn! The smileys have gone missing! FIND THEM!
Snövit: What? No!
Maltatai: Locate wave, whistle, coffee, scared and cloud nine and the rest! MOVE!
Snövit: On it! "runs away"
Maltatai: We can't have a story without waves, can we? Meanwhile, let's have a look at the story so far.
Maltatai: Now, I'm sure there were some more things that happened too. "Ahem":
Ill wills reigned in Sanctuary as demon-filled nightmares plagued the ideological opponents high and low. Both grassroot and illuminated suffered under the yoke of red eyes and thickening eyelids and in a moment of rethinking most unusual, Törnrosa actually questioned the wisdom in her sides grand design.
Törnrosa: I am SICK of this idiocy every night! Running back and forth to raid all previously vanquished evil leaders to get new randomly selected loot over and over and over again! What kind of twisted being could do such a thing for amusement?
Floria: I have discovered that they are called "players".
Törnrosa: "Players"?
Floria: Or "gamers".
Törnrosa: "Gamers"?
Petronella: I am the secret cow queen.
Törnrosa: What?
Petronella: Ah, worth a try. You seem to suddenly echo everything that is said so I thought I would give it a chance.
Törnrosa: What kind of creatures are these players, then?
Floria: From what I've...heard, they are a kind of humanoids, walking upright and overall resembling humans fairly well. They do however lack any notable magical abilities and appears on the whole as a peaceful lot, despite a vast insight in the combat mechanics of our world and the battling of demons and undead.
Törnrosa: So players are sort of like non-appearing Non-Player-Characters?
Floria: Welllll...yes, I suppose.
Törnrosa: Obviously not worth my time, then.
Petronella: So, I guess it is time for the second phase soon, of the genius master plan? I mean since those mice thwarted the exhausting-grassroot-instigators idea, there doesn't seem to be much point in continuing with the first phase any more?
Törnrosa: Grumble... It really should be happening any time now.
Petronella. What, exactly?
Törnrosa: Chaos. Disorder. Followed by the turning to the gentle guidance of the illuminated light promising deliverance from all evil. The religious humans will come first and form the core of followers followed by the pragmatic and the skeptical. As the political establishment crumbles and the populace grow disillusioned I step forward to offer an offer they can't refuse!
Floria: Religious humans? But...I'm not following. Wouldn't religious people turn to their gods and priests and other religious stuff in terms of crisis? Here being probably the Amazonian deities in most cases?
Törnrosa: Sure, some will. But note the distinction between religious people and religious humans.
Floria: What's the difference?
Törnrosa: The difference is between two concepts, which I try to separate using this terminology. Listen up: On the one hand we have religious people, people more or less firmly engaged in a religion. Their reasons for being so are diverse; belief, greed, longing for inclusion, old habits, fear, culture, convenience, pettiness, curiosity, idolizing... A potentially endless variation that makes them take part in this movement, or be part of that organization.
Petronella: Greed: very much check, irrational fear of snakes and all things snakey: check, culture: check, convenience: check, pettiness: double check, idolizing: self-check...
Törnrosa: ...
On the other hand we have religious humans. By that I refer to humans who in mind, spirit, personality, whatever you wish to call it, are at home in a religion and sooner or later will find something to follow.
Floria: But wont those religious humans be religious people as soon as they find their home faith?
Törnrosa: Most will, but only in a society where one or more religions is available and in other ways appealing to the majority. The Amazonian islands used to be such a place but the resent metaphysical demon invasion events with the less apparent intervention from our deities might have dampened those tendencies a bit. In another society with different dominating philosophies, most will seek out other deities.
Floria: Now you are not making sense! That just mean that religious humans become religious people with minority religions.
Törnrosa: "SIGH". No it doesn't! You are confusing religious humans with spiritual humans! Indeed, a spiritual, believing person - someone inclined to attribute a higher meaning to some or most or all events and encounters - is likely to engage in some sort of individual or minority religion or spiritual movement under those circumstances. Religious humans are not. Actually, they are among the less likely to form a minority religion.
Floria: Why on Sanctuary not?
Törnrosa: Because that goes against the core concept of the mind of the religious humans. A religious human desire in short clear leadership and guidance, a sense of belonging and most of all an entity telling it what to do. If no such thing exist the religious human will try to create it, in its own mind if nothing else. In some cases this can come in the form of a new religious movement but that requires some traces of spirituality as well. The main idea with the new religion will be that the deity is an authority of some sort with some sort of clear message to the religious human about how it should live its life.
Petronella: Some sort this and some sort that...sounds profoundly UNclear I think.
Törnrosa: Quiet, slugmaiden. Don't confuse this.
Now, take a fairly worldly society with a marginalized religion and minimal spirituality. Religious people will then not have a major religion to satisfy their needs of direction and ordergiving. In those, they turn to the established authorities... or those who establish themselves as the most appealing authority...meaning me.
Floria: "In a disbelieving voice" What, they would worship a government or something?
Törnrosa: Exactly! You must have noticed the blind faith some people have in their governments. They believe that the government and the officials will fix everything and save them because that is what governments do in their outlook and they cannot bear the thought of anything being otherwise. It's nothing like "I know those politicians act in that way and so I think they will do this because they would not risk losing the votes over such a relatively minor issue", it's all "we must trust in the leaders and the politicians and (implicitly) not concern ourselves with the things that are way over our heads lest we anger and disturb those much higher above us".
They just long for an authority to place their blind faith in and take orders from. That is the CORE of religion - humans telling others what to do in the name of a higher power, as opposed to faith - one human doing what it thinks is right according to a higher power.
Floria: But that isn't good, is it...
Törnrosa: That's just how people are. Luckily, they have benign illuminated ones like me...us watching over their little lives.
Petronella: Zzzzzz....
Floria: Hihihi, not so much watching from Petronella though.
Törnrosa: Of all the miserable...WAKE UP SLUGMAID!
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Maltatai: And on the green side sleep was equally troubled. Frustrating to the point of stupefying were the dreams where Askungen and Ip knew they were just soo close to finding the ultimate stylish item (known among single players as The Face of Horror) that would curse enemies with a green curse. But they just couldn't get there. They found fishing equipment (if one were fishing for kelp, that is) and a crushing Yari but never one cheap little unique mask. Such a trial every night to be next to complete. None would of course ever think of the protagonists as material fellows. That would be out of the question completely and fully.
On the other hand, namely the right hand, Askungen did find a couple of handy one-handed maces. The rhythmic drumstick of Aldur which might be useful as a reserve weapon, and the ever useful general's flail. None would dare question her orders with such an opportunity to lash out in her hands. But that would of course only happen after everyone had had their say in an orderly meeting. Ip discovered an interesting blade that heralded the sinking of cities and true enough, Kurast did appear to be sinking beneath the jungle swamp waters and mud.
Maltatai: And meanwhile in the waking world the hostess Bowazons worked tirelessly to keep everyone occupied with friendly food fights and dashing dishes. They even showed quite the consideration to the greenery and plants, which would undoubtly have made Askungen proud.
Rödluvan: "Putting a small table with food near bushes". Help yourself to some of everything if you like. Don't worry about the dishes, they can stand there until someone sees them tomorrow.
Unknown hand: "Quickly stretches out of the leaves and grabs a sandwhich"
Rödluvan: Enjoy your meal, rogueish bush.
Unknown bush: I am supposed to be an ordinary, very generic bush!
Rödluvan: Oh, of course! My bad.
...
Rödluvan: Come on, come on, come on! "Tugs on Snövits arm"
Snövit: What is it?
Rödluvan: You've got to come and see the talking shrubbery!
Snövit: The talking shrubbery. Of course. On a totally different note; how is your daily potion intake these days?
Rödluvan: No, it's nothing like that, you bore! Look here, and listen. It's amazing.
Snövit: "Casts inner sight". I don't see anything special shrubbery-wise.
Rödluvan: It's right there!
Snövit: Behind the rogue?
Rödluvan: Aww, you hair-knitter! Now you ruined the fine jest!
Snövit: ...
Snövit: So I suppose I was supposed to suppose the bushes talked despite not being supposed to be able to do so?
Rödluvan: I suppose so.
Snövit: How do you do and good evening anyway, shruberrily camouflaged rogue. I hope Rödluvan has not offered any suspicious potions...wait a moment, aren't you Floria? It is you!
Floria: "Steps out of bushes, somewhat grumbling"
Rödluvan: MY rogue! Hands off!
Rödluvan: "Hugs Floria"
Floria: Ummmf! Ftop fmotheving me!
Snövit: Hands on more like...
Rödluvan: How have you been?
Floria: Well, I sort of began to think about adventuring like you did so I joined another Amazonian adventuring party and had this shiny team captaincalledTörnrosawhowasawesomeandprotectingandandand...
Maltatai: "Presses hidden fast forward button"
Floria: ...and then I was supposed to scout and see if all summoned bad dreams had a good effect and...
Maltatai: "Presses hidden fast forward button again"
Floria: ...and now I don't know about all this and I'm really sorry because I thought you were somebody else and fallen evil Amazons and and...
Snövit: It's quite alright. It's not the first time I've had my private life spied on. One sadly gets used to it after a while, alas... "Looks at the sky with arm lifted theatrically"
Rödluvan: I can't imagine how anyone could be so crass as to spy on your private life. Such times we live in. But Floria, dear, if you wanted to see more of Bowazons you know you need but ask...
Snövit: Will you stop hitting on each and everyone at the most inappropriate moments!
Rödluvan: But trying to charm the other sides spies is an established countermeasure...
Snövit: "Covers Rödluvans mouth with her hand"
Rödluvan: ...mmfgh...
Snövit: Only in your silly spy novels. Although it is by all means YOUR established countermeasure to every opponents action that allows you get even remotely close to any cute agent of theirs. Now, Floria, we're really not angry with you and if you are not totally frightened off by overly community spirited friends of mine you're welcome to stay as long as you like. I could pack a picnic basket with things for you if you want to study us from a distance and maybe we could make some secret hideout so you don't have to squeeze in among uncomfortable bushes.
Floria: Not that that did me much good...
Snövit: Awww, it was a good effort, but we do have maxed inner sight and penetrate after all.
Floria: No, no, I shouldn't trouble you any more. I'm going straight to Törnrosa and quit this stupid thing. It's really not nice to do to you.
Snövit: Hey, wait. Won't she be angry with you?
Floria: Yes, but I don't want to spy on you when you have been nice and not been angry with me now.
Snövit: But now that you have a proper invitation there's no need for spying, is there? You could be...writing a report about social studies among the Amazons, like an anthropologist...
Rödluvan: An Am-thropologist! And as you know, there is no surer way to get to know all the obscure and intriguing social rituals than mingling with the natives! I think you could learn a lot just by joining this little beach party I was thinking of organizing tomorrow!
Snövit: Wouldn't that be nice? And I can still make you a picnic basket if you want.
Floria: You...sure have liberal view of what qualifies as social studies...
Snövit: Of course! Liberalism is after all my specialty!
Rödluvan: I have one or two swimsuits you could borrow, so you blend in properly!
Snövit: That's awfully generous of you, but don't you think Floria should stay more in the background? If lots of people see her and starts asking who she is that will put her in a very awkward position.
Rödluvan: Then I suppose it falls to the local guide to provide a suitable distraction. But the risk is negligible at best.
Snövit: And why is that? If people see her and starts wondering where she came from and when she got here?
Rödluvan: Because those are MY swimsuits we're talking about! Nobody will be looking at her face.
Snövit: Right...
Floria: Hmm...
Rödluvan: So make sure you get a good nights rest. A rogue needs her archery sleep! And you really have gathered quite enough information for one day for Törnrosa.
Floria: I just have to tell you, do you know what she called Tyrael in the last dream?
Rödluvan: Of course not, otherwise you wouldn't need to tell us.
Rödluvan: PfffhahaHAHAAA!
Snövit: Imagine that. The pompous angel of justice now known by the mundane "Tyrrie" nowadays. I almost wish we could meet him just to call him that. But only almost.
Maltatai: Then I shall only almost arrange that. Follow the exciting unraveling of the sneaky spy game in the next episode. Over and out.
Snövit: Hello there. Someone is in a particularly good mood today.
Maltatai: Oh keep it down! I'm busy.
Snövit: What is this mess?
Maltatai: THIS, oh mighty ice cube, is what happens when you have two and a half years of chronicling MOVED to a NEW place WITHOUT it being compatible with dotted letters, smileys and apparently formatting and pictures in some cases! What a mess!
Snövit: Like...if someone had moved all your books to a new library but put some in the wrong order and forgotten the registry markings?
Maltatai: Pretty much like that I guess.
Snövit: I have never heard of anyone in our world having similar troubles...
Maltatai: That just may have something to do with the fact that bookshelves in Sanctuary contain at most one tome with at most 20 pages.
Snövit: Oh...right.
Maltatai: Damn! The smileys have gone missing! FIND THEM!
Snövit: What? No!
Maltatai: Locate wave, whistle, coffee, scared and cloud nine and the rest! MOVE!
Snövit: On it! "runs away"
Maltatai: We can't have a story without waves, can we? Meanwhile, let's have a look at the story so far.
Maltatai: Now, I'm sure there were some more things that happened too. "Ahem":
Ill wills reigned in Sanctuary as demon-filled nightmares plagued the ideological opponents high and low. Both grassroot and illuminated suffered under the yoke of red eyes and thickening eyelids and in a moment of rethinking most unusual, Törnrosa actually questioned the wisdom in her sides grand design.
Törnrosa: I am SICK of this idiocy every night! Running back and forth to raid all previously vanquished evil leaders to get new randomly selected loot over and over and over again! What kind of twisted being could do such a thing for amusement?
Floria: I have discovered that they are called "players".
Törnrosa: "Players"?
Floria: Or "gamers".
Törnrosa: "Gamers"?
Petronella: I am the secret cow queen.
Törnrosa: What?
Petronella: Ah, worth a try. You seem to suddenly echo everything that is said so I thought I would give it a chance.
Törnrosa: What kind of creatures are these players, then?
Floria: From what I've...heard, they are a kind of humanoids, walking upright and overall resembling humans fairly well. They do however lack any notable magical abilities and appears on the whole as a peaceful lot, despite a vast insight in the combat mechanics of our world and the battling of demons and undead.
Törnrosa: So players are sort of like non-appearing Non-Player-Characters?
Floria: Welllll...yes, I suppose.
Törnrosa: Obviously not worth my time, then.
Petronella: So, I guess it is time for the second phase soon, of the genius master plan? I mean since those mice thwarted the exhausting-grassroot-instigators idea, there doesn't seem to be much point in continuing with the first phase any more?
Törnrosa: Grumble... It really should be happening any time now.
Petronella. What, exactly?
Törnrosa: Chaos. Disorder. Followed by the turning to the gentle guidance of the illuminated light promising deliverance from all evil. The religious humans will come first and form the core of followers followed by the pragmatic and the skeptical. As the political establishment crumbles and the populace grow disillusioned I step forward to offer an offer they can't refuse!
Floria: Religious humans? But...I'm not following. Wouldn't religious people turn to their gods and priests and other religious stuff in terms of crisis? Here being probably the Amazonian deities in most cases?
Törnrosa: Sure, some will. But note the distinction between religious people and religious humans.
Floria: What's the difference?
Törnrosa: The difference is between two concepts, which I try to separate using this terminology. Listen up: On the one hand we have religious people, people more or less firmly engaged in a religion. Their reasons for being so are diverse; belief, greed, longing for inclusion, old habits, fear, culture, convenience, pettiness, curiosity, idolizing... A potentially endless variation that makes them take part in this movement, or be part of that organization.
Petronella: Greed: very much check, irrational fear of snakes and all things snakey: check, culture: check, convenience: check, pettiness: double check, idolizing: self-check...
Törnrosa: ...
On the other hand we have religious humans. By that I refer to humans who in mind, spirit, personality, whatever you wish to call it, are at home in a religion and sooner or later will find something to follow.
Floria: But wont those religious humans be religious people as soon as they find their home faith?
Törnrosa: Most will, but only in a society where one or more religions is available and in other ways appealing to the majority. The Amazonian islands used to be such a place but the resent metaphysical demon invasion events with the less apparent intervention from our deities might have dampened those tendencies a bit. In another society with different dominating philosophies, most will seek out other deities.
Floria: Now you are not making sense! That just mean that religious humans become religious people with minority religions.
Törnrosa: "SIGH". No it doesn't! You are confusing religious humans with spiritual humans! Indeed, a spiritual, believing person - someone inclined to attribute a higher meaning to some or most or all events and encounters - is likely to engage in some sort of individual or minority religion or spiritual movement under those circumstances. Religious humans are not. Actually, they are among the less likely to form a minority religion.
Floria: Why on Sanctuary not?
Törnrosa: Because that goes against the core concept of the mind of the religious humans. A religious human desire in short clear leadership and guidance, a sense of belonging and most of all an entity telling it what to do. If no such thing exist the religious human will try to create it, in its own mind if nothing else. In some cases this can come in the form of a new religious movement but that requires some traces of spirituality as well. The main idea with the new religion will be that the deity is an authority of some sort with some sort of clear message to the religious human about how it should live its life.
Petronella: Some sort this and some sort that...sounds profoundly UNclear I think.
Törnrosa: Quiet, slugmaiden. Don't confuse this.
Now, take a fairly worldly society with a marginalized religion and minimal spirituality. Religious people will then not have a major religion to satisfy their needs of direction and ordergiving. In those, they turn to the established authorities... or those who establish themselves as the most appealing authority...meaning me.
Floria: "In a disbelieving voice" What, they would worship a government or something?
Törnrosa: Exactly! You must have noticed the blind faith some people have in their governments. They believe that the government and the officials will fix everything and save them because that is what governments do in their outlook and they cannot bear the thought of anything being otherwise. It's nothing like "I know those politicians act in that way and so I think they will do this because they would not risk losing the votes over such a relatively minor issue", it's all "we must trust in the leaders and the politicians and (implicitly) not concern ourselves with the things that are way over our heads lest we anger and disturb those much higher above us".
They just long for an authority to place their blind faith in and take orders from. That is the CORE of religion - humans telling others what to do in the name of a higher power, as opposed to faith - one human doing what it thinks is right according to a higher power.
Floria: But that isn't good, is it...
Törnrosa: That's just how people are. Luckily, they have benign illuminated ones like me...us watching over their little lives.
Petronella: Zzzzzz....
Floria: Hihihi, not so much watching from Petronella though.
Törnrosa: Of all the miserable...WAKE UP SLUGMAID!
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Maltatai: And on the green side sleep was equally troubled. Frustrating to the point of stupefying were the dreams where Askungen and Ip knew they were just soo close to finding the ultimate stylish item (known among single players as The Face of Horror) that would curse enemies with a green curse. But they just couldn't get there. They found fishing equipment (if one were fishing for kelp, that is) and a crushing Yari but never one cheap little unique mask. Such a trial every night to be next to complete. None would of course ever think of the protagonists as material fellows. That would be out of the question completely and fully.
On the other hand, namely the right hand, Askungen did find a couple of handy one-handed maces. The rhythmic drumstick of Aldur which might be useful as a reserve weapon, and the ever useful general's flail. None would dare question her orders with such an opportunity to lash out in her hands. But that would of course only happen after everyone had had their say in an orderly meeting. Ip discovered an interesting blade that heralded the sinking of cities and true enough, Kurast did appear to be sinking beneath the jungle swamp waters and mud.
Maltatai: And meanwhile in the waking world the hostess Bowazons worked tirelessly to keep everyone occupied with friendly food fights and dashing dishes. They even showed quite the consideration to the greenery and plants, which would undoubtly have made Askungen proud.
Rödluvan: "Putting a small table with food near bushes". Help yourself to some of everything if you like. Don't worry about the dishes, they can stand there until someone sees them tomorrow.
Unknown hand: "Quickly stretches out of the leaves and grabs a sandwhich"
Rödluvan: Enjoy your meal, rogueish bush.
Unknown bush: I am supposed to be an ordinary, very generic bush!
Rödluvan: Oh, of course! My bad.
...
Rödluvan: Come on, come on, come on! "Tugs on Snövits arm"
Snövit: What is it?
Rödluvan: You've got to come and see the talking shrubbery!
Snövit: The talking shrubbery. Of course. On a totally different note; how is your daily potion intake these days?
Rödluvan: No, it's nothing like that, you bore! Look here, and listen. It's amazing.
Snövit: "Casts inner sight". I don't see anything special shrubbery-wise.
Rödluvan: It's right there!
Snövit: Behind the rogue?
Rödluvan: Aww, you hair-knitter! Now you ruined the fine jest!
Snövit: ...
Snövit: So I suppose I was supposed to suppose the bushes talked despite not being supposed to be able to do so?
Rödluvan: I suppose so.
Snövit: How do you do and good evening anyway, shruberrily camouflaged rogue. I hope Rödluvan has not offered any suspicious potions...wait a moment, aren't you Floria? It is you!
Floria: "Steps out of bushes, somewhat grumbling"
Rödluvan: MY rogue! Hands off!
Rödluvan: "Hugs Floria"
Floria: Ummmf! Ftop fmotheving me!
Snövit: Hands on more like...
Rödluvan: How have you been?
Floria: Well, I sort of began to think about adventuring like you did so I joined another Amazonian adventuring party and had this shiny team captaincalledTörnrosawhowasawesomeandprotectingandandand...
Maltatai: "Presses hidden fast forward button"
Floria: ...and then I was supposed to scout and see if all summoned bad dreams had a good effect and...
Maltatai: "Presses hidden fast forward button again"
Floria: ...and now I don't know about all this and I'm really sorry because I thought you were somebody else and fallen evil Amazons and and...
Snövit: It's quite alright. It's not the first time I've had my private life spied on. One sadly gets used to it after a while, alas... "Looks at the sky with arm lifted theatrically"
Rödluvan: I can't imagine how anyone could be so crass as to spy on your private life. Such times we live in. But Floria, dear, if you wanted to see more of Bowazons you know you need but ask...
Snövit: Will you stop hitting on each and everyone at the most inappropriate moments!
Rödluvan: But trying to charm the other sides spies is an established countermeasure...
Snövit: "Covers Rödluvans mouth with her hand"
Rödluvan: ...mmfgh...
Snövit: Only in your silly spy novels. Although it is by all means YOUR established countermeasure to every opponents action that allows you get even remotely close to any cute agent of theirs. Now, Floria, we're really not angry with you and if you are not totally frightened off by overly community spirited friends of mine you're welcome to stay as long as you like. I could pack a picnic basket with things for you if you want to study us from a distance and maybe we could make some secret hideout so you don't have to squeeze in among uncomfortable bushes.
Floria: Not that that did me much good...
Snövit: Awww, it was a good effort, but we do have maxed inner sight and penetrate after all.
Floria: No, no, I shouldn't trouble you any more. I'm going straight to Törnrosa and quit this stupid thing. It's really not nice to do to you.
Snövit: Hey, wait. Won't she be angry with you?
Floria: Yes, but I don't want to spy on you when you have been nice and not been angry with me now.
Snövit: But now that you have a proper invitation there's no need for spying, is there? You could be...writing a report about social studies among the Amazons, like an anthropologist...
Rödluvan: An Am-thropologist! And as you know, there is no surer way to get to know all the obscure and intriguing social rituals than mingling with the natives! I think you could learn a lot just by joining this little beach party I was thinking of organizing tomorrow!
Snövit: Wouldn't that be nice? And I can still make you a picnic basket if you want.
Floria: You...sure have liberal view of what qualifies as social studies...
Snövit: Of course! Liberalism is after all my specialty!
Rödluvan: I have one or two swimsuits you could borrow, so you blend in properly!
Snövit: That's awfully generous of you, but don't you think Floria should stay more in the background? If lots of people see her and starts asking who she is that will put her in a very awkward position.
Rödluvan: Then I suppose it falls to the local guide to provide a suitable distraction. But the risk is negligible at best.
Snövit: And why is that? If people see her and starts wondering where she came from and when she got here?
Rödluvan: Because those are MY swimsuits we're talking about! Nobody will be looking at her face.
Snövit: Right...
Floria: Hmm...
Rödluvan: So make sure you get a good nights rest. A rogue needs her archery sleep! And you really have gathered quite enough information for one day for Törnrosa.
Floria: I just have to tell you, do you know what she called Tyrael in the last dream?
Rödluvan: Of course not, otherwise you wouldn't need to tell us.
Rödluvan: PfffhahaHAHAAA!
Snövit: Imagine that. The pompous angel of justice now known by the mundane "Tyrrie" nowadays. I almost wish we could meet him just to call him that. But only almost.
Maltatai: Then I shall only almost arrange that. Follow the exciting unraveling of the sneaky spy game in the next episode. Over and out.