Gate of Memoirs/A Deal is a Deal

Portrait 	Dialogue
Music: "Devil's Heart"	Music: "Devil's Heart"
 	
*Hakuzo: Hahahaha.
 	
*Hakuzo: All right, you drive a hard bargain.
*Hakuzo: You are a strange person, . You make strange requests.
*Hakuzo: I've never been called upon to serve as a mere escort.
 	
*You maintain that you're more than capable of taking care of yourself, and that you only require safe passage.
*That...shouldn't require too much of a price.
 	
*Hakuzo: ...Well, this is highly unusual, but...
*Hakuzo: Count yourself lucky to have gotten such good terms.
*Hakuzo: But remember: a deal is a deal.
*Hakuzo: I expect we will be revising our terms as soon as we arrive...
 	
*Hakuzo: Ah, yes.
*Hakuzo: Before we go, there's an important thing every client—or to use that more common term, Pactbound—of mine needs to know.
*Hakuzo: You should find it beneficial that we're bound by a mental link, as long as the pact is active.
 	
*You concentrate within yourself, and find that you can discern Hakuzo's aura.
*It feels a little weird being mentally tagged to someone.
 	
*Hakuzo: Just to ensure you're not going to default on your payment...but you're not *that* sort, are you?
*Hakuzo: I don't look kindly on levanters. I've a reputation to uphold.
 	
*Hakuzo: Now, shall we?
 	
*You take a deep breath and nod. There's no going back now.
*You take Hakuzo's hand, the world around you swallowed by light—
Portrait 	Dialogue
Music: "Tree of Gaia"	Music: "Tree of Gaia"
 	
*and you find yourself standing before the sunset-tinged shores of the island in your dreams.
 	
*Hakuzo: Here we are.
*Hakuzo: Welcome to Eyinhel.
 	
*You hear neither the cries of seabirds, nor the lapping of the waves.
*Even the breeze sounds muted, as if every aspect of this island existed only through the fog-worn lenses of memory.
*Atop a small cliff, disappearing into the red-tinted mist, seems to be a small wood and a path leading inland.
*For some reason, this doesn't feel much like an island...
*...More like only a small section of it.
 	
*Hakuzo: Remarkable, isn't it? The mist never really goes away.
*Hakuzo: It resembles Katerin's hometown, actually...
*Hakuzo: Hm? You know her?
 	
*Hakuzo: She's a lovely woman.
*Hakuzo: Tall, dark, handsome; you should meet her sometime.
*Hakuzo: It's...to die for.
 	
*Something tells you you probably shouldn't listen to his advice.
 	
*Hakuzo: Well, we should pay the old lady a visit.
 	
*Hakuzo: Last I heard she was still alive and kicking, though I don't know how she manages without sustenance.
 	
*You raise an eyebrow at the vague wording.
 	
*Hakuzo: Not all demons gnash their teeth and strip the flesh, you know.
*Hakuzo: I am proud to say that we of the Seventh Circle deal in more than such base desires...
 	
*Hakuzo: ...All right, Tarok does, but that's beside the point.
 	
*?: ...Oh...
*The woman you'd seen from your dream comes down from a rocky path, her delicate features quirked in confusion.
*Over one eye is a heavy—but faded—scar.
 	
*Her countenance immediately hardens the moment she lays her eyes on Hakuzo, however.
 	
*Hakuzo: Why... All these years and you're as lovely as ever.
*Hakuzo: Aoife.