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| *'''Anglo-Saxon Woman:''' ''Aldwyn, my sweet! I'm here, I'm here! I even wrote you a poem, the kind you adore. Will you not listen? "Your starry eyes are like plates. With stars upon them, instead of food..."'' | | *'''Anglo-Saxon Woman:''' ''Aldwyn, my sweet! I'm here, I'm here! I even wrote you a poem, the kind you adore. Will you not listen? "Your starry eyes are like plates. With stars upon them, instead of food..."'' |
| *'''Anglo-Saxon Man:''' ''Bertha, please, you simply do not understand me! Just leave me be!'' | | *'''Anglo-Saxon Man:''' ''Bertha, please, you simply do not understand me! Just leave me be!'' |
| | Eivor looked around the grounds of the homestead and found big barrels full of ale. |
| | *'''Eivor:''' ''Barrels of fresh ale. Whoever lives here has a taste for strong drink.'' |
| | In a shed nearby Eivor discovered bags of ingredients. |
| | *'''Eivor:''' ''Bags of malted barley and hops. Fine ones at that. This ale-maker knows his craft well.'' |
| | She also found a journal page. |
| | {{IUNote |
| | |Title=Stained Journal Page |
| | |Text=My Lord above, hark and hear me. I am but a simple man with great ambition: to brew the best, most potent ale across the land. But alas, distractions are thrown at me.<br /><br />Is this a trial, God? Due to my dashing appearance, I fear I may have attracted what seems like half the village. Please, let them tire, for I doubt any understands my desires and will follow me in attaining my dream.}} |
| Eivor approached the woman. | | Eivor approached the woman. |
| *'''Anglo-Saxon Woman:''' ''Are you here to steal Aldwyn from me? But of course, his handsome face is a sight to behold!'' | | *'''Anglo-Saxon Woman:''' ''Are you here to steal Aldwyn from me? But of course, his handsome face is a sight to behold!'' |
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| *'''Anglo-Saxon Woman:''' ''Listen to you! If you are such a poet, help me open the door to his heart.'' | | *'''Anglo-Saxon Woman:''' ''Listen to you! If you are such a poet, help me open the door to his heart.'' |
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| |-|Speak of his beauty and charm.= | | |-|(clues found) – Praise his wonderful ale.= |
| |-|Let me look around for clues.=
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| *'''Eivor:''' ''Give me a moment, I will come up with something.''
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| Eivor looked around and found a journal page.
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| {{IUNote
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| |Title=Stained Journal Page
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| |Text=My Lord above, hark and hear me. I am but a simple man with great ambition: to brew the best, most potent ale across the land. But alas, distractions are thrown at me.<br /><br />Is this a trial, God? Due to my dashing appearance, I fear I may have attracted what seems like half the village. Please, let them tire, for I doubt any understands my desires and will follow me in attaining my dream.}}
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| She found big barrels full of ale.
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| *'''Eivor:''' ''Barrels of fresh ale. Whoever lives here has a taste for strong drink.''
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| In a shed nearby Eivor discovered bags of ingredients.
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| *'''Eivor:''' ''Bags of malted barley and hops. Fine ones at that. This ale-maker knows his craft well.''
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| She then returned to the woman.
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| *'''Eivor:''' ''I think I know what to say.''
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| *'''Anglo-Saxon Woman:''' ''Let's hear it then.''
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| <!-- Here you are presented with the same choices as before (with probably the same outcome) and a new choice. -->
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| ("Praise his wonderful ale.")
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| *'''Eivor:''' ''You say he's a brewer. Praise his skills at the craft.'' | | *'''Eivor:''' ''You say he's a brewer. Praise his skills at the craft.'' |
| *'''Anglo-Saxon Woman:''' ''Aren't you a wise devil? Why didn't I think of that!'' | | *'''Anglo-Saxon Woman:''' ''Aren't you a wise devil? Why didn't I think of that!'' |
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| Aldwyn unlocked the door and came out to meet the singer. | | Aldwyn unlocked the door and came out to meet the singer. |
| *'''Anglo-Saxon Man:''' ''These words about my ale, sung by a honey-voiced angel! Tell me, which of you sang such sweet words to me?'' | | *'''Anglo-Saxon Man:''' ''These words about my ale, sung by a honey-voiced angel! Tell me, which of you sang such sweet words to me?'' |
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| |-|(LIE) She composed it.=
| | (LIE) She composed it.= |
| *'''Eivor:''' ''She crafted these words and sang them out for you.'' | | *'''Eivor:''' ''She crafted these words and sang them out for you.'' |
| *'''Anglo-Saxon Man:''' ''I never knew you crafted such wonderful word-songs, Bertha. Come in, I want to hear more...'' | | *'''Anglo-Saxon Man:''' ''I never knew you crafted such wonderful word-songs, Bertha. Come in, I want to hear more...'' |
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| *'''Anglo-Saxon Woman:''' ''Thank you, friend. Take these trinkets I crafted for Aldwyn! Seems I don't need them anymore.'' | | *'''Anglo-Saxon Woman:''' ''Thank you, friend. Take these trinkets I crafted for Aldwyn! Seems I don't need them anymore.'' |
| Bertha then followed Aldwyn inside. | | Bertha then followed Aldwyn inside. |
| |-|It was me, I composed it.=
| | {{!}}-{{!}} |
| TBA.
| | It was me, I composed it.= |
| | *'''Eivor:''' ''Those were my words. I told her what to say. She merely sang them.'' |
| | Bertha looked over at Eivor in shock. |
| | *'''Anglo-Saxon Man:''' ''O, my. What a disappointment. I thought they were your words, Bertha... I wish to repay you, beautiful stranger... let's warm up at my hearth. Or better yet, let's do more than that.'' |
| | {{#tag:tabber| |
| | Flirt – Yes, let us go inside.= |
| | *'''Eivor:''' ''That sounds good. Let us go inside.'' |
| | Aldwyn nodded as Eivor followed him in. Bertha cried out as her hopes for romance collapsed right in front of her. |
| | *'''Anglo-Saxon Woman:''' ''Nooooo! Aldwyn!'' |
| | Time passed as Eivor and Aldwyn engaged in their tryst. |
| | *'''Anglo-Saxon Man:''' ''You wield more than honeyed words, don't you? Take as a gift anything you like from my house, but please, leave my heart.'' |
| | Eivor collected some trinkets from around the house as Aldwyn went back to sleep. She walked back outside while Bertha yelled through tears. |
| | {{!}}-{{!}} |
| | No, thank you.= |
| | *'''Eivor:''' ''I will pass.'' |
| | *'''Anglo-Saxon Man:''' ''Suit yourself. It would have been a good time.'' |
| | Aldwyn handed Eivor some silver for her work. |
| | *'''Anglo-Saxon Man:''' ''Here, stranger. Good art should not be without reward. Take this silver as my patronage for your craft.'' |
| | Aldwyn turned back inside while Bertha yelled through tears. |
| | }} |
| | *'''Anglo-Saxon Woman:''' ''You will never find another one like me, Aldwyn!'' |
| | }} |
| | |-|Speak of his beauty and charm.= |
| | *'''Eivor:''' ''Men are vain creatures. Sing of his strength and beauty, compare him to a powerful mountain.'' |
| | *'''Anglo-Saxon Woman:''' ''I shall try it your way, wordsmith.'' |
| | She turned to the door. |
| | *'''Anglo-Saxon Woman:''' ''Aldwyn, your shoulders stand tall and hulking like the King of the Hills. My lips long to be caressed by your forested beard!'' |
| | *'''Anglo-Saxon Man:''' ''Ugh.'' |
| | *'''Anglo-Saxon Woman:''' ''I will wait forever, Aldwyn! Make me your ale-muse, and together we'll froth with passion, ferment with love!'' |
| | Bertha walked away from the door before kneeling on the ground nearby. |
| | *'''Eivor:''' ''You seem... an ill match for Aldwyn. You could find love elsewhere.'' |
| | *'''Anglo-Saxon Woman:''' ''I refuse! Aldwyn's scent, the fermented hops on his breath... He's unmatched by any other stallion at the alehouse!'' |
| | *'''Eivor:''' ''I'm sure. Good luck then, whoever you pursue. I've done all I can.'' |
| | Eivor took her leave, as Bertha began her vigil in vain. |
| | |-|Let me look around for clues.= |
| | *'''Eivor:''' ''Give me a moment, I will come up with something.'' |
| | Eivor investigated the grounds for any clues she missed, then returned to the woman. |
| | *'''Eivor:''' ''I think I know what to say.'' |
| | *'''Anglo-Saxon Woman:''' ''Let's hear it then.'' |
| | (returns to choices) |
| </tabber> | | </tabber> |
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