Luck of the Draw/Plot Details

===Cutscenes===
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===Game Script===
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Luck of the Draw (pt.1) - Aht Urhgan Whitegate
Wasuhd: Papa! We have to do something!
Ratihb: Silence! Do not speak to your father in such a way.
Wasuhd: But he might be in big trouble! Someone has to help him!
Ratihb: There's nothing we can do about it. If I get involved, it'll just draw the Immortals' attention to me, and I'll never be able to do business in Al Zahbi again.
Wasuhd: But still...
Ratihb: Stop your whining and help me with the shop!
Qutiba: What was that all about?
Qutiba: Oh, I get it. 
A moment ago, the Immortals came and arrested that guy's son, Mutihb.
Qutiba: He's suspected of having dealings with the corsairs...
Qutiba: The Immortals consider the corsairs their enemies.
Ratihb: Just forget about it, already. 
That brat would just cause trouble if he were still here, anyway.
Wasuhd: Don't talk about Mutihb that way!
Wasuhd: If you're not going to help him, then I will!
Ratihb: Sorry you had to see that.
Ratihb: Seeing as I'm always busy with the shop, that kid's grown closer to his older brother than he has to me.
Ratihb: But his brother Mutihb's such bad news, I always expected something like this to happen.
Ratihb: He doesn't want his ways to rub off on his younger brother, so he orders me to keep his vile business a secret.
Ratihb: Of course, that kind of craftiness is incomprehensible to a child.
Ratihb: What am I supposed to do with that boy? He won't be able to do anything by himself.
Ratihb: Sorry, sir/ma'am, but I can't leave my shop. Do you think you could go check on Wasuhd for me?
Luck of the Draw (pt.2) - Aht Urhgan Whitegate
Mafwahb: You want to know about that kid? 
He kept going on about some corsair...
Mafwahb: What am I saying... Do you even know what a corsair is?
:I know...
::All about corsairs!
::Absolutely nothing.
Mafwahb: I won't have to waste my breath, then. 
Those forsaken corsairs are the cause of all my headaches...
:I know...
::All about corsairs!
::Absolutely nothing.
Mafwahb: Well, I suppose that makes sense. Your run-of-the-mill adventurer doesn't get much chance to rub shoulders with that lot.
Mafwahb: The corsairs are a bunch of miscreants who have been marauding around this area.
Mafwahb: Wh-what's that!?
Arzizah: Ugh...
Mafwahb: What the hell is going on?
Wasuhd: Mutihb!
Qultada: Let's get outta here!
Mafwahb: We won't let you escape! After them!
Qultada: Way to make an entrance, Immortals.
Qultada: While we'd love to stay and keep you company, I'm afraid we've got some business to take care of. If you'll excuse us...
Qultada: Regroup on the wing of the Seagull!
Yazquhl: Damn Qultada and his Seagull Phratrie...
Mafwahb: I apologize, Sir Yazquhl...
Yazquhl: Don't just stand there! After them, before they go too far!
Mafwahb: Yes, sir!
Luck of the Draw (pt.3) - Aht Urhgan Whitegate
Ratihb: Thanks for helping out with Wasuhd earlier.
Ratihb: I don't know what you did, but he's been a great kid lately.
Ratihb: He's even been helping out with the shop...
Ratihb: Anyway, I'm sure something good must have happened.