KNIGHT: You there! No going out of doors after dark.
MAN: Is it night already? I hadn't noticed. An error you'll not begrudge a blind man, I pray?
KNIGHT: Think you're clever, do you? Let's have your name!
[The Dark Knight Ozma appears.]
OZMA: What trouble is this?
MAGUS: Found him lurking in the shadows, Dame Ozma.
OZMA: Turn. Show me your face.
KNIGHT: Are you deaf as well? Do as you're told!
[The man slowly turns.]
OZMA: Hobyrim? Is that you? How is this possible?
HOBYRIM: You have me mistaken, my lady.
OZMA: Don't be absurd, Hobyrim. Where have you been? Why have you come to Valeria?
[Before he can answer her question they hear a sound.]
MAGUS: Who goes there!
DENAM: I am Denam Pavel, captain of the Order of Goldscale! Throw down your swords or die. The choice is yours.
[Hobyrim is able to move himself away.]
KNIGHT: A blind scout. That's a bloody laugh!
[He calls more troops.]
OZMA: Spare the swordsman! I want him taken alive!
KNIGHT: All due respect, Dame Ozma, but if it's his neck or mine, I'll save mine. We can't let the city fall! Drive them back!
DENAM: Attack! Over there - those Bakram are chasing someone. To his aid!
[Ozma calls to Hobyrim from across the town.]
OZMA: Hobyrim, say something! It is I, Ozma! Your eyes.... What has befallen you? Have you forgotten even the sound of my voice? Please, tell me what happened!
[The battle continues.]
OZMA (to herself): You look...frail, Hobyrim. Where have you been these past six years? I had it from Balxephon that you were dead! ...Was he in error? But no, he would not make such a mistake. Then, was it a lie?
[She calls to her troops.]
OZMA: Stop! Do not attack him!
DENAM (to himself): Odd. That woman of the Dark Knights seems to know the swordsman they chase.
[The man dies.]
HOBYRIM: And so...it ends. Would've liked to get in...one more cut.
OZMA: Hobyrim! No!
[They successfully fend off the Bakram.]
OZMA: It pains me...but we must withdraw!
HOBYRIM: ...
OZMA (to herself): I'll leave Hobyrim to the Order of Goldscale for now. I must hear the truth of the matter from Balxephon first, lest I place him in harm's way again.
[She flees and Denam and his group meet the mysterious man.]
HOBYRIM: I thank you for your aid. You are the Almoricans at war with the Dark Knights, I take it?
DENAM: I am Denam Pavel, captain of the Order of Goldscale.
HOBYRIM: Ah. The one they call the hero of Golyat, yes? I am Hobyrim Vandam.
DENAM: Rhime is turned battlefield since the Bakram invaded. What was your business here?
HOBYRIM: I heard you were bringing the fight to the Dark Knights. I thought to lend you my sword. As you can see, I am without sight. But I am gifted in other ways. I wield a blade better than any common soldier you'll find.
DENAM: You're confident, I'll give you that. Tell me, where do you hail from? You're not of this island, are you.
HOBYRIM: Ah, the lad has a sharp ear. You're quite right. I am Lodissian. But do not think that makes me enamored of our Dark Knights. Quite the contrary. I revile them.
DENAM: You've some score to settle with the Dark Knights?
HOBYRIM: Aye. You might say that. What if I told you it was they who stole the light from me?
DENAM: ...
HOBYRIM: Let me join your struggle, then. Should I prove more a burden than a boon, I will depart, bearing you no malice.
[Choice 1 - You would be welcome.]
DENAM: You would be a welcome addition.
HOBYRIM: You've my thanks, then, and my sword.
DENAM: Only, allow me one question.
HOBYRIM: What might that be?
DENAM: The Dark Knight that was after you - the woman. Do you know her?
HOBYRIM: Aye, that I do. I'm sure you have doubts regarding my intentions, but I must ask that you do not inquire further. I will tell you all when the time is right.... But for now, know that I am a sworn enemy to the Dark Knights, and no enemy of yours.
DENAM: Very well. I'll give my trust, in hopes it will be soon earned.
HOBYRIM: That it shall.
[Choice 2 - I cannot accept your offer.]
DENAM: I'm sorry. Were circumstances different...
HOBYRIM: Well.... I cannot fault you for distrusting a sightless swordsman, can I. I am sure we will meet again, youth of Golyat. Until that time, fare thee well.
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