Travel Banter: Ochette’s Phrase
Ochette: Hm hm hmm! …! Hey, Aggie! I just thought of a great phrase!
Agnea: Oh really? Do tell!
Ochette: Everyday I’m dying for something tasty to eat. Then what should appear but meat, meat, meat!
Agnea: I-is that for one of Giselle’s plays…?
Ochette: Heh heh, nope! It’s for “Song of Hope”! Perfect fit, right?
Agnea: Y-yeah…I can feel your spirit in the words, Ochette.
Ochette:…My tummy’s empty. Too much thinking makes me hungry.
Agnea: Say, why don’t you have some jerky? I got some from the townsfolk earlier.
Ochette: Thanks! You really do bring smiles to people’s faces!
Travel Banter: The Case of the Missing Jelly
Ochette: I need a detective!
Temenos: What’s the matter, Ochette?
Ochette: The jerky I was saving for later…has vanished! That’s a mystery, right, Temenos?
Temenos: Indeed, and the stakes could not be higher. We must investigate. This jerky…When did you see it last?
Ochette: Hmm…This morning maybe?
Temenos: And when did you realise it was gone?
Ochette: Just now!
Temenos: …When your stomach was rumbling very loudly, I see. Just one more thing…How did the jerky taste?
Ochette: Oh, it was delicious!
Temenos: …The truth…lies in your stomach.
Ochette: Nice work, Mr. Detective!
Travel Banter: Solving a Mystery
Temenos: Throne, Ochette… Look at that.
Ochette: Look at what?
Temenos: The dark mark on the ceiling. I think they might be bloodstains. I can smell a mystery, and I need your help solving it.
Throne: Playing detective, are you? Count me in.
Ochette: If it’s a scent you’re after, I’m your girl! Awoo!
Temenos: Why, thank you. Haha. We might find the one who shed that blood upstairs.
Throne: Does this tavern have a second floor?
Temenos: If it doesn’t, then perhaps they’re in the attic. In any case, let us begin the search.
Throne: I wonder what we’ll find…Perhaps something we wish we hadn’t.
Ochette: Is that even blood up there?
Temenos: A fair question. What does your nose say, Ochette?
Ochette: Let’s ask it! *sniff sniff*
Ochette: It says…this isn’t blood. Actually, it smell pretty good…
Temenos: Not blood, you say? What sweet-smelling red liquid might one find in a tavern…?
Throne: …Red wine?
Ochette: …!
Temenos: Speaking of red wine…I can’t seem to find the bottle I bought not long ago.
Ochette: I know who the culprit is, Temenos…It’s me.
Temenos: !
Throne: !
Temenos: Could you tell me what happened, Ochette?
Ochette: It smell so good, I thought I’d have a sip. But I didn’t know how to open the bottle. So I shot an arrow at it…
Throne: …An arrow?
Temenos: Oh dear…And I was looking forward to that wine, too.
Ochette: I’m so sorry…But I’ll make it up to you with some tasty meat! Promise!
Temenos: That’s quite all right, Ochette. I’m satisfied just knowing that this case has been closed.
Throne: Nothing sates you quite like solving a good mystery, does it?
Temenos: Haha. Certainty not.
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