Today we’re trainin’ to hunt treasure! I’m gonna hide, and you have to find me. I’ll be somewhere down in the South Sprawl. Hop to it, mateys! Last one to find me’s a buckethead!Deadbeat: Lowtown… yeah, I like Lowtown. You got your North Sprawl in the north, and… what was down south? Oh, right, the South Sprawl. That Old Dalan down there is somethin’ else. Get him talkin’, there’s no tellin’ when he’ll stop.
Private Residence: The door is tightly shut.
Rabanastran (woman near private residence): See that house on the corner? Well… it’s empty now. You see, the man who’d been living there recently passed away. He had fled from Nabudis during the war, the poor dear. If I’m not mistaken, that seeq laughing in the shop just across the way was his landlord.
Demented Merchant: You’ve come to make a purchase… yes? Oh, my apologies. My store has no ware fit for children, I’m afraid.
Impoverished Man: Back before the war, I led a fine life up in the city. But I refused to bow my head to the Imperials, so they took everything I had and forced me to live here in Lowtown.
Caring Woman/Milha: My husband died protecting me and my son during the war. I’m only glad that I survived. Not for myself, but for our child. No one should have to grow up alone in a world like this.
Rabanastran (man sitting against wall across from Milha): Migelo keeps all the provisions for his shop over there in Storehouse 5. You shouldn’t be pokin’ around in there. It’s locked for a reason, y’know.
Fussbudget: No fair! No fair doesn’t even – Aww! She got tossed into the air at the parade! I wanna be tossed in the air too!
Storehouse No. 5: The door is locked.
Kytes: Hey, Vaan. You here for some more rat hunting? The door’s open and ready to go. I still can’t get that door on the left open, though. Old Dalan said it led someplace really important… can’t wait to see what’s inside!
Yeah, open it up.
No, not right now.
>If you say so.
Kytes (x2): Hey, Vaan. You need inside again?
Yeah, open it up.
No, not right now.
>If you say so.
Traveling Merchant: Business’s been mighty slow. Help me out and buy somethin’, would ya? [shop menu]
Dalmascan Patriot: A new Imperial Consul? What difference does it make? I don’t care if they send the Emperor himself, Rabanastre belongs to Dalmasca.
Cynical Boy: “City’s off limits till further notice!” That’s all they said before lockin’ us down here. No explanation, nothin’. Little while ago I heard it was ‘cause there was a parade for some important person from the Empire. What did they think we’d try to do?
Rabanastran (light blue seeq sitting against wall next to child): Breaks me heart, all these poor orphans. It’s a hard life for them. Try ‘n’ keep it under your hat, but there’s a band o’ folks workin’ to free Dalmasca right here in Lowtown. Still, if it means war, I’ll pass.
Careful Listener: The grown-ups told me all about how come we have to live underground. You wanna hear?
Laughing Seeq: What’s so funny? Oh, I was just thinkin’ back on the Consul’s speech, see. So many sweet words, I’m like to get a toothache. (snort) Hah!
Demented Merchant: Come in! Come in! I’ve many fine blades on display. Forged each and every one m’self! Look them over… but they’re not for sale!
Kindly Girl: The South Sprawl is at the bottom of the map, and the North Sprawl is at the top. That’s how maps always are, y’know.
Watchful Seeq: This poor fellow here lost his son in the war. He’s built up so much hatred over the years, not tellin’ what he might do.
Rabanastran/Northon: The Consul can talk all he wants, he’ll never fool us down in Lowtown. We remember who it was what brought down Dalmasca.
Dalmascan Patriot: A new Imperial Consul? What difference does it make? I don’t care if they send the Emperor himself, Rabanastre belongs to Dalmasca.
Cynical Boy: “City’s off limits till further notice!” That’s all they said before lockin’ us down here. No explanation, nothin’. Little while ago I heard it was ‘cause there was a parade for some important person from the Empire. What did they think we’d try to do?
Rabanastran (light blue seeq sitting against wall next to child): Breaks me heart, all these poor orphans. It’s a hard life for them. Try ‘n’ keep it under your hat, but there’s a band o’ folks workin’ to free Dalmasca right here in Lowtown. Still, if it means war, I’ll pass.
Careful Listener: The grown-ups told me all about how come we have to live underground. You wanna hear?
Sure, why not?Rabanastran/Balzac: …
>They told me we all used to live above ground. My house was up there, too! But I don’t remember. But then there was that war against the Empire two years ago, and Dalmasca lost. So that made us be under control of the Empire, too. Then when the Imperials come to Rabanastre, they ordered everybody to move down here. The Imperials let us do what we want, I guess, they just won’t let us live where we want. Something about keepin’ their control on us. You wanna hear the rest?
>>Sure, go ahead.
>>>But it’s not totally impossible to live up in the city, even for us Dalmascans. It just takes a whole lotta money. Way more than I got… It’s not all bad in Lowtown, though. At least there aren’t any Imperials down here. Hmm… maybe they stay out just so we’ll think it’s better down here than it is. I mean, if somethin’ happens, it’s a lot easier for them to round us all up if we’re already rounded up. It makes sense, doesn’t it? The grown-ups say I’m just bein’ pair annoyed, whatever that means. Sorry for talkin’ so much. I done listened to everybody to learn all that!
>>No, that’s okay.
[end conversation]
No, thanks.
>Aww, and I done did my best listenin’ ever to find all that out. Oh well, maybe next time.
Laughing Seeq: What’s so funny? Oh, I was just thinkin’ back on the Consul’s speech, see. So many sweet words, I’m like to get a toothache. (snort) Hah!
Demented Merchant: Come in! Come in! I’ve many fine blades on display. Forged each and every one m’self! Look them over… but they’re not for sale!
Kindly Girl: The South Sprawl is at the bottom of the map, and the North Sprawl is at the top. That’s how maps always are, y’know.
Watchful Seeq: This poor fellow here lost his son in the war. He’s built up so much hatred over the years, not tellin’ what he might do.
Rabanastran/Northon: The Consul can talk all he wants, he’ll never fool us down in Lowtown. We remember who it was what brought down Dalmasca.
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