“Your name is Castti Florenz, and you are an apothecary. Your tale begins in a port town of the Harborlands.Discovered adrift at sea, you awoke to the realization that you could not recall your own name. The only clues to your identity are your satchel and skills as an apothecary. Unable to ignore the nagging feeling within you, you embark on a journey to recover what you lost… “I need to rediscover who I am. And…there’s something else. Something important I’m forgetting…””
Travel Banter: Truth and Deceit
Ochette: Blech…This hunt is the worst…Why would you use people as bait to lure in other people? I’d use something tastier.
Castti: Ochette…
Ochette: Sometimes humans say they’ll do one thing, then do another, right?
Castti: Yes. People lie for all sorts of reasons.
Ochette: Yeah, but if everyone says things they don’t mean…How do you know if what you’re hearing is true or not? It must be so tiring thinking about it all the time…
Castti: Hmm…You make a good point. Still, sometimes the truth only causes pain. That’s why we tell small fibs. To slowly feel each other out, and learn how to interact without causing mutual pain. Strange as it may sound, in a sense, deceit is the basis of human relationships.
Ochette: H-humans are complicated…
Castti: Hehe. Sometimes falsehoods can be kindness. Ochette
Travel Banter: What Amnesia Feels like
Partitio: Howdy, Castti. Is it just me, or are you lookin’ worn out?
Castti: I appreciate the concern, Partitio. Physically, I’m healthy and whole. My memory on the other hand…
Partitio: Don’t push yourself too hard, you hear? Losing memories…I can’t image how hard that much be for you.
Castti: I…can’t say. There’s still so much I don’t understand. It’s like…there’s something right in front of me but I can only see its shadow. Isn’t it odd to be so distressed by something that doesn’t exist?
Partitio: Maybe. If it doesn’t exist, you wouldn’t even know to let it bother you.
Castti: But with amnesia, that very void is what absorbs all my thoughts. It’s like there’s a huge hole in me. I feel an inexplicable sense of loss.
Partitio: Hmmm…I’m havin’ trouble picturing’ what that’s like. Wait a sec…Come to think of it, I don’t remember what I did last night, either!
Castti: Really? My memories there, at least are fresh and clear. After you downed three full glasses of wine, you and I got up to all sorts of naughty hijinks.
Partitio: Huh!? We did? It’s all a blank to me.
Castti: That wasn’t enough for you, Mr. Wild Stallion. Next, we did that, and that, and…
Partitio: Whoa there! Just what happened last night!? I’m dyin’ to know.
Castti: Amanda that’s what it feels like to lose your memory.
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