Gate of Memoirs/Forest Hike

Lush, green scenery and crystal lakes, definitely a must-go!
Portrait 	Dialogue
Music: "Mimic" 	Music: "Mimic"
 	
*Young Thug A: You've really done it now! I'll do it, I will!
*Young Thug A: Yaaaah!
*Young Thug B: Leo! No!
*Elderly Man: Hmph.
 	
*Sennie: Whoa!
 	
*The two thugs stare in complete disbelief as the concealed rapier hidden in the old man's cane deftly repels their clumsy daggers.
*Bewildered, they scatter, their long shadows cast by the setting sun melding with the silhouettes of the ruins.
Music: "Earth Lament"	Music: "Earth Lament"
 	
*Sennie: Uh...Hey, Grandpa...
*Sennie: Miiight just be me, but you seem pretty capable of defending yourself...
 	
*Chryssa: Safety in numbers?
 	
*Sennie: Yeah, when you're not the one on the business end of a pointy object.
 	
*Elderly Man: Hoho. Well, I didn't want to have to draw my blade...
*Elderly Man: Long ago were my days fighting alongside my brothers and sisters in the Wolf's Eyes...
*Elderly Man: It's been years, and we've no sign of Lord Baelfyr all this while.
*Elderly Man: This old wolf's tired, lassie. Tired of blood and fire.
 	
*Chryssa: Oh...I'm sorry to hear that.
 	
*Sennie: (Lord...Baelfyr? That sounds familiar.)
 	
*Sennie's eyes flicker to the old man's cane and tattered cloak. 
*The glint of an old, cracked medallion in the shape of a glaring eye catches the sunlight as it hangs from his neck.
 	
*Sennie: (Wait, that's just like the traders that came to our village...!)
*Sennie: Uhhh...Well Grandpa, funny story, we were just about to be on our way.
*Sennie: Glad you're safe and all that so, uh, get home before it gets dark?
*Sennie: All right, bye now!
 	
*Sennie grabs Chryssa by her wrist and starts powerwalking away from the old man, much to the jelly princess's confusion.
*Once comfortably out of earshot, Chryssa throws a backward glance at the ruins.
 	
*Chryssa: Aww, I was going to ask if he could tell us more about the place.
 	
*Sennie: Remember what I said about the weirdos that came to our village?
*Sennie: Yeah, just like THAT guy.
*Sennie: Though it seems that he's a lot older than them, which could only mean...
*Sennie: Whatever organization they belonged to go back for YEARS.
 	
*Sennie: Brr. I don't even wanna THINK about it.
 	
*Chryssa: That long ago? Wow...
 	
*Chryssa: Where do we go next, Sennie?
 	
*Sennie: The town's leveled, so we have a pretty good view of our choices from here.
 	
*Sennie: I know. Let's head north! 
*Sennie: I've heard so many tales about the north stars and the way they guide the seas.
 	
*Sennie: It's getting dark anyway, and I think we should try to stay away from these ruins.
 	
*Chryssa: Hope we find a lake or something. The water in the bubble's getting a bit...low.
 	
*Sennie: Oh no, you're right! Then we absolutely have to find one soon!
Portrait 	Dialogue
Music: "Lone Strength"	Music: "Lone Strength"
 	
*As the sun dipped beneath the horizon, the girls find themselves taking shelter in a glowing grove.
*The woods seem to sprawl larger with every step, their great trunks looming above in silence.
 	
*Sennie: Ugh, I think I'm starting to see things. Or are we going in circles?
*Sennie: That little lake there feels so far away, but I swear it's just over that line of trees...
 	
*Chryssa: Let's take a break...
 	
*The girls settle down on the most comfortable patch of grass they could find.
*Twilight blinks down at them, a small collection of glowing points in the cloud-shrouded sky.
 	
*Sennie: Chryssa, how do you feel?
 	
*Chryssa: I'm all right. Jell isn't complaining. I know we can get to the lake soon.
 	
*Sennie: Okay. But you have to tell me right away if you feel terrible.
 	
*Chryssa: I will. Thank you, Sennie.
 	
*Sennie: So! What's summer without campfire stories, huh?
 	
*Sennie: Trading tales under the stars ought to lift our spirits a little.
 	
*Sennie: Anything interesting you've got to share?
 	
*Chryssa: Mmm...
*Chryssa: Well, not too long ago, a Naga talked to me.
 	
*Sennie: What.
 	
*Chryssa: I didn't think much of it, really, because I couldn't leave the water...
 	
*Sennie: Go on...
 	
*Chryssa: Well, he was old and grouchy and kind of scarred all over. He told me about a lake in a forest...
*Chryssa: ...Kind of like this one, now that I think about it.
*Chryssa: "Horrible place! Filled with fiery beasts and dangers beyond what you can imagine," he said.
*Chryssa: Something about vicious fangs, bloodthirsty roars, and...glowing eyes...
 	
*Sennie: AHH!!
 	
*Chryssa: Ahhhh!
 	
*Sennie: S-Sorry...Uhh...Must've been a twig...
 	
*Chryssa: Wait! Did you hear...anything?
 	
*Sennie: Uh oh.
 	
*?: *snuffle*
 	
*Sennie: Can we start screaming now?
 	
*Chryssa: ... ...
Music: "The Hunter" 	Music: "The Hunter"
 	
*A huge, earthy monster pokes its bulbous head out of the foliage and emerges into the dim light.
*Large Monster: (Hello?)
 	
*Sennie: IT TALKS!
 	
*Large Monster: (Oh good, humans who don't run away.)
*Large Monster: (So hard to find those these days.)
 	
*Chryssa: What do you mean?
 	
*The large monster releases its tendril-like arms and out pops a small, carrot-shaped, miniature version of itself.
*Large Monster: (I hate to leave my little child alone, but I have to settle some things.)
*Large Monster: (My boy's in your hands now. Be nice!)
 	
*Sennie: Wait, what?! We didn't agree to anything!
 	
*Large Monster: (HHhhmmmm?)
 	
*Sennie: *gulp*
 	
*Large Monster: (Oh, don't fret. He is a little angel!)
*Large Monster: (I'll be back in a jiffy.)
 	
*Chryssa: O-Okay.
*Chryssa: Guess w-we'll do our best...