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| ==Dialogue== | | ==Dialogue== |
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| | *'''Elderly Farmer:''' ''If only Rose was here. She would help me.'' |
| | Eivor approached the old man. |
| | *'''Eivor:''' ''Having trouble, farmer?'' |
| | *'''Elderly Farmer:''' ''Rose? Is that you? It is! My daughter, my child! I can scarcely believe it.'' |
| | *'''Eivor:''' ''You are a little confused.'' |
| | *'''Elderly Farmer:''' ''I've been longing to speak to you again.'' |
| | *'''Eivor:''' ''I have never spoken to you before.'' |
| | *'''Elderly Farmer:''' ''Rose, Rose, do not jest with your father and his failing eyes.'' |
| | *'''Eivor:''' ''Very well. It is good to see you ... again.'' |
| | *'''Elderly Farmer:''' ''Such a pleasure to have you at my side, Rose. But I'm so tired, so very tired. I cannot move those crates to shelter.'' |
| | The man rose from his seat and walked towards the shelter. Eivor picked up a crate and followed him there. |
| | *'''Elderly Farmer:''' ''Yes, Rose. Right there. You were always very clever, child. Put the others there, as well.'' |
| | She did the same with another crate. |
| | *'''Elderly Farmer:''' ''Rose! You've grown up to be quite strong!'' |
| | Eivor did the same with the last crate. |
| | *'''Elderly Farmer:''' ''That's the last of them. Come join me, Rose. It's been ages since we had a chat.'' |
| | He led Eivor to a couple of benches nearby and they sat opposite one another. |
| | *'''Elderly Farmer:''' ''Rose, you're such a help. Let us reminisce, shall we? The tale of how I courted your mother?'' |
| | *'''Eivor:''' ''Why not?'' |
| | *'''Elderly Farmer:''' ''You never tire of that one. Well. As a young man, I was sent to a great lord to help with his livestock. That first day, I brought the cows in from the field and there was this milkmaid, her smile like sunshine in a storm. I fancied her, she fancied me. We found our way to a storeroom to make better acquaintance.'' |
| | The man started to fall asleep. |
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| | |-|What happened?= |
| | *'''Eivor:''' ''And then?'' |
| | *'''Elderly Farmer:''' ''What? O, yes. What was I saying? Ah, your mother and I in the storeroom. Yes. Well. The lord wandered in and caught us making merry. He fell into a dark rage and raised his axe, and me wearing nothing but a smile! Your mother had a quick wit, "Why master," she said, "This boy can fetch you more milk than you'd ever have use for." Well, the lord liked his milk, so says he, "Bring me this milk and perhaps I'll show mercy." We threw on our smocks and ran for the cow pen. We milked the cows in a frenzy and carried back two buckets. The lord spooned off some cream to taste. Satisfied, he had his servant set the milk in the shade and declared, "More!" "In a thrice, master," your mother said, and we ran outside. "How will we get more?" I asked. "The cows are spent!"'' |
| | The man started to fall asleep again. |
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| | What happened?= |
| | *'''Eivor:''' ''I must know what happened.'' |
| | *'''Elderly Farmer:''' ''Yes? O, "The cows are spent!" Your mother bade me not to be a ninny. She led me in a circle back to the buckets in the shade. "We'll bring him these again and call them new!" So we brought the master the same milk again. Again he was pleased, again he asked for more. And again we circled around! Soon the master had ten buckets ... by his count. So he gave us his blessing. We ran for the stables, stole a horse, and never looked back. Not long after, you were born. The pinkest little babe a father could hope for! We named you Rose, after the cow. That reminds me - your mother's ring! She wanted you to have it. Here.'' |
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| | I accept the ring.= |
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| | {{!}}-{{!}} |
| | You should keep the ring.= |
| | *'''Eivor:''' ''I ... I do not know what to say. You should keep it to remember ... mother.'' |
| | *'''Elderly Farmer:''' ''Such a sweet girl. I'll bequeath it to you when the time comes.'' |
| | *'''Eivor:''' ''I must go ... Father. Take care.'' |
| | *'''Elderly Farmer:''' ''Such a delight to see you, Rose. Come back soon!'' |
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| | {{!}}-{{!}} |
| | I'll let you sleep.= |
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| | }} |
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| | |-|I'll let you sleep.= |
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| ==Outcome== | | ==Outcome== |
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Nostalgia was a virtual representation of one of Eivor Varinsdottir's genetic memories, relived by Layla Hassan through the Portable Animus HR-8.5.
Description
Eivor came across a mostly-blind elderly farmer sitting near his farm.
Dialogue
- Elderly Farmer: If only Rose was here. She would help me.
Eivor approached the old man.
- Eivor: Having trouble, farmer?
- Elderly Farmer: Rose? Is that you? It is! My daughter, my child! I can scarcely believe it.
- Eivor: You are a little confused.
- Elderly Farmer: I've been longing to speak to you again.
- Eivor: I have never spoken to you before.
- Elderly Farmer: Rose, Rose, do not jest with your father and his failing eyes.
- Eivor: Very well. It is good to see you ... again.
- Elderly Farmer: Such a pleasure to have you at my side, Rose. But I'm so tired, so very tired. I cannot move those crates to shelter.
The man rose from his seat and walked towards the shelter. Eivor picked up a crate and followed him there.
- Elderly Farmer: Yes, Rose. Right there. You were always very clever, child. Put the others there, as well.
She did the same with another crate.
- Elderly Farmer: Rose! You've grown up to be quite strong!
Eivor did the same with the last crate.
- Elderly Farmer: That's the last of them. Come join me, Rose. It's been ages since we had a chat.
He led Eivor to a couple of benches nearby and they sat opposite one another.
- Elderly Farmer: Rose, you're such a help. Let us reminisce, shall we? The tale of how I courted your mother?
- Eivor: Why not?
- Elderly Farmer: You never tire of that one. Well. As a young man, I was sent to a great lord to help with his livestock. That first day, I brought the cows in from the field and there was this milkmaid, her smile like sunshine in a storm. I fancied her, she fancied me. We found our way to a storeroom to make better acquaintance.
The man started to fall asleep.
- Eivor: And then?
- Elderly Farmer: What? O, yes. What was I saying? Ah, your mother and I in the storeroom. Yes. Well. The lord wandered in and caught us making merry. He fell into a dark rage and raised his axe, and me wearing nothing but a smile! Your mother had a quick wit, "Why master," she said, "This boy can fetch you more milk than you'd ever have use for." Well, the lord liked his milk, so says he, "Bring me this milk and perhaps I'll show mercy." We threw on our smocks and ran for the cow pen. We milked the cows in a frenzy and carried back two buckets. The lord spooned off some cream to taste. Satisfied, he had his servant set the milk in the shade and declared, "More!" "In a thrice, master," your mother said, and we ran outside. "How will we get more?" I asked. "The cows are spent!"
The man started to fall asleep again.
- Eivor: I must know what happened.
- Elderly Farmer: Yes? O, "The cows are spent!" Your mother bade me not to be a ninny. She led me in a circle back to the buckets in the shade. "We'll bring him these again and call them new!" So we brought the master the same milk again. Again he was pleased, again he asked for more. And again we circled around! Soon the master had ten buckets ... by his count. So he gave us his blessing. We ran for the stables, stole a horse, and never looked back. Not long after, you were born. The pinkest little babe a father could hope for! We named you Rose, after the cow. That reminds me - your mother's ring! She wanted you to have it. Here.
- Eivor: I ... I do not know what to say. You should keep it to remember ... mother.
- Elderly Farmer: Such a sweet girl. I'll bequeath it to you when the time comes.
- Eivor: I must go ... Father. Take care.
- Elderly Farmer: Such a delight to see you, Rose. Come back soon!
Outcome
Eivor helped the old man move some crates and listened to his stories. She either accepted or refused to take the ring of Rose's mother.
References
Assassin's Creed: Valhalla memories
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