Aht Urhgan Mission 5: Confessions of Royalty/Plot Details

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===Game Script===
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Confessions of Royalty - Northern San d'Oria
:Present Raillefal's letter?
::Yes.
::No. <----- Chose this option!
Guilerme: You stand before Chateau d'Oraguille. If you've no business here, begone!
:Present Raillefal's letter?
::Yes. <----- Chose this option!
::No.
Guilerme: A letter for Monarlais Halver?
Guilerme: The penmanship is atrocious... 
I cannot make out the addressee.
Bacherume: Let me see that.
Bacherume: The sender is...
:Who is it from?
::Prince Trion. <----- Chose this option!
::Sage Raillefal.
::The mercenary Raillefal.
Bacherume: Ahahaha! 
A member of the royal family would never have such abominable penmanship!
:Who is it from?
::Prince Trion.
::Sage Raillefal. <----- Chose this option!
::The mercenary Raillefal.
Bacherume: Ahahaha! 
A sage, you say? They write in characters that we simple folk cannot decipher...
:Who is it from?
::Prince Trion.
::Sage Raillefal.
::The mercenary Raillefal. <----- Chose this option!
Bacherume: Ahahaha! 
Well, we must do the mercenary's bidding now, mustn't we?
Bacherume: But if this letter is truly meant for Monarlais Halver as you say, then we must see that he receives it...
Guilerme: I have it! 
I shall deliver this letter myself. 
We cannot allow riffraff from the gutter to simply waltz into the chateau.
Guilerme: But I will take your name for the records, of course.
Guilerme: Player name, is it? 
Wait here.
Guilerme: You there! 
That letter of your drained the color from Monarlais Halver's face!
Guilerme: Come with me!
Confessions of Royalty (pt.1) - Chateau d'Oraguille
Halver: So, you are Player name. 
The guards tell me you were the one to deliver this letter...
Halver: What have we here?
Halver: This carrion worm scrawl... 
I have seen its like before...
Halver: The person who entrusted you with this message...
Halver: Ahaha... 
I should not say such things of our dear prince...
Halver: Though I am correct, am I not...?
Halver: This letter is from the heir to the throne of San d'Oria, the Prince Royal, Trion I d'Oraguille!
Bacherume: !?
Guilerme: It cannot be... 
That awful penmanship...
Halver: I am mistaken, you say?
Halver: This letter was written by one Sage Raillefal? 
But this chocobo scratch could only be the work of Prince Trion...
Halver: I shall prove it to you. 
I have long attended to the prince and encountered many opportunities to decipher his...unique...style of writing...
Halver: A moment, if you will...
Halver: ...
Halver: ???
Halver: Astril Condes...? 
Astral Wand...? 
Uar...?
Halver: This truly is atrocious...
Halver: I have no doubt this letter is from Prince Trion!
Halver: But I am afraid I cannot make out the meaning...
Rahal: Monarlais Halver. 
You look troubled. Perhaps I may be of assistance?
Halver: !
Halver: General Rahal. 
Your offer of aid is most generous, however...
Rahal: No need to be so humble. 
You have one of Trion's indecipherable letters, do you not?
Halver: How could you know...?
Rahal: I have my sources...
Rahal: Some days ago, Prince Trion abandoned the signing of some official documents...
Rahal: He placed a mannequin in his chair, and fled the chateau in the dead of night...
Halver: At least it was not a forest hare this time...
Rahal: That is when I had Travialce here shadow the prince's movements. 
He has had training in the arts of the ninja.
Rahal: Please continue the tale, Travialce.
Travialce: Sir. 
Prince Trion first made his way to Mhaura and passed himself off as an adventurer.
Halver: Dear Altana... 
A member of the royal family traipsing about as an "adventurer"...
Halver: The court will be mortified.
Travialce: From there, His Highness boarded a ferry bound for the shores of Aht Urhgan...
Halver: Aht Urhgan!? 
And then?
Travialce: I quickly slipped aboard as well, and guarded the royal person from the shadows.
Travialce: The ferry safely arrived in Al Zahbi with the prince none the wiser of my presence.
Travialce: After entering the city, Prince Trion headed straight to a mercenary company and apparently signed some sort of contract.
Halver: A contract!? 
Surely not with his own name? This could escalate into an international crisis!
Travialce: There is nothing to fear on that count. 
His Highness travels the Empire under the assumed name of "Raillefal."
Halver: So no one in Al Zahbi is aware of his true identity?
Travialce: I wouldn't say that, milord... 
The prince is wearing a suit of guilded gold armor and is not subtle in his information gathering.
Halver: Great Goddess... 
Then he is not disguised at all?
Travialce: No, milord.
Travialce: Come to think of it, I have seen this adventurer's face in the very same mercenary company...
Travialce: This letter must be the very same document I witnessed in the prince's hand at the Shararat Teahouse.
Rahal: I am wounded that Prince Trion does not have more trust in us, his loyal subjects...
Rahal: And I do wish he would act with a little more discretion.
Halver: That is a matter we shall discuss anon...
Halver: First, we must learn the reason for Prince Trion's seemingly frequent trips to the nation of Aht Urhgan.
Halver: What is the current state of the Near East? 
Is the prince in any danger?
Rahal: Do not be concerned.
Rahal: I am sure that Travialce has learned much from following the prince. 
Please enlighten us.
Travialce: Sir. 
Raillefal...ah, Prince Trion, investigated the following facts.
Travialce: Four years ago, Jalzahn, the former Emperor of Aht Urhgan, and his wife both succumbed to the same illness...
Halver: Yes, I remember... 
The Kingdom of San d'Oria sent her condolences. 
The illness was quite virulent, as I recall...
Travialce: The beastmen who dwell on the western borders of the nation used this as an opportunity to cease offering tributes.
Halver: Hmph. 
What more would you expect from those savages?
Travialce: Though the Empire's long war with the eastern nations was at a stalemate, they could not afford to grow complacent.
Travialce: The main body of the Imperial Army remained focused on the east...
Travialce: Meanwhile, the beastmen of the Mamool Ja Savagelands and Halvung Territory unfurled a banner of rebellion on the abandoned western front. It was not long before they were joined by an army known as the "Undead Swarm"...
Rahal: The military might of San d'Oria is fully occupied with the Orcish horde alone. If it were three separate armies...
Rahal: Even a mighty nation like Aht Urhgan must flounder...
Travialce: Of a certain, sir. 
The capital itself has recently been the target of beastman invasions.
Travialce: Aht Urhgan now finds herself without the resources to even repair the walls of Al Zahbi...
Halver: No matter how impressive a swordsman Prince Trion is, we cannot allow him to remain in such a dangerous place.
Halver: I must take this matter up with those responsible for protecting the royal household.
Halver: Bring me General Curilla!
Halver: General Curilla. It appears a member of the Royal Knights has managed to track down the location of our wayward prince.
Curilla: And where, pray tell, would that be?
Halver: The Empire of Aht Urhgan.
Curilla: Aht Urhgan...
Curilla: The nation recruiting mercenaries?
Rahal: Yes.
Curilla: Then it stands to reason that the Temple Knights should stand little chance of finding the prince.
Halver: I seem to recall ordering you to take measures that would prevent this sort of thing from happening again. Am I mistaken?
Curilla: No, Monarlais Halver. 
I have been derelict in my duty.
Halver: It is good that you recognize your failings, but you shall be made to take responsibility for this situation.
Curilla: Yes, milord.
Curilla: Forgive my directness, Monarlais Halver, but I feel I must ask.
Curilla: Why would Prince Trion travel to such a distant land? Does he feel so strongly about the Empire?
Halver: Prince Trion visited Al Zahbi once before, when the Emperor was yet hale and healthy.
Halver: The incident that occurred is most likely connected to all this...
Curilla: ?
Halver: However, now is not the time to be telling tales of the past.
Halver: This matter has grown beyond the realm of our judgement. 
We must bring this letter to Prince Pieuje immediately.
Halver: Prince Pieuje!
Pieuje: What is all this commotion?
Pieuje: How like Trion to rush off without so much as a word... 
He has earned a reputation for action before thought.
Halver: Your Highness. 
This is the letter we believe to have been penned by your brother.
Halver: Travialce may have provided enough keys to unlock this rambling script...
Halver: This may require some time...
Pieuje: Hmph. There is no need to convene a meeting of linguists, Halver. 
Let me see this letter.
Pieuje: This time, my brother's actions may have a positive side...
Pieuje: He writes on the current state of the Empire.
Pieuje: We must turn our attention to the Near East, where a battle on the scale of the Crystal War is brewing...
Rahal: What on Vana'diel is happening over there...?
Pieuje: There is an overwhelming reason for the beastman attacks on Al Zahbi. 
I will read to you what my brother has written, word for word.
Pieuje: "At the center of this conflict is a treasure known as the Astral Candescence.
Pieuje: "This object emits an enchanting melody, unheard by mortal ears.
Pieuje: "This melody envelops and fills those nearby with a boundless energy, be they person or beastman.
Pieuje: "The citizens of Al Zahbi call this melody the Astral Wind."
Halver: I believe I have come to understand Prince Trion's apprehensions.
Rahal: You are not alone in that feeling.
Pieuje: Then we are in agreement.
Pieuje: Halver, have messengers sent to the other nations immediately.
Pieuje: We must convene an emergency meeting of the nations.
Halver: Understood, Your Highness. 
And the location?
Pieuje: The location... 
Send a request to Jeuno to secure a meeting room in the Grand Duke Palace.
Halver: At once.
Curilla: Prince Pieuje. 
What shall be done about Prince Trion's frequent excursions outside of the kingdom?
Curilla: I do not wish to be rude, but we are well aware of how the prince reacts to attempts to dissuade him from his course...
Pieuje: That is true.
Pieuje: Having the heir to the throne playing at being a mercenary will not improve San d'Oria's image in the eyes of the world.
Pieuje: But the solution is simple. 
I shall write my brother a letter.
Curilla: A letter, Your Highness?
Pieuje: Yes. 
I have an idea.
Pieuje: But I shall need a volunteer to deliver it safely to Al Zahbi...
Rahal: I suggest Travialce. He is well versed in the geography of the region.
Pieuje: Excellent. 
Let it be done.
Travialce: I will not fail you, Your Highness.
Halver: Your Highness, this is Player name. 
He/She brought Prince Trion's letter back from the Near East.
Pieuje: Is that so? 
I do not approve of my brother's rash actions, but he does have an eye for trustworthy messengers.
Pieuje: Player name. 
I am sure you are exhausted from your long journey, but your presence will be required at the meeting in Jeuno.
Pieuje: We may have need of your testimony.
Halver: Player name. 
Arrangements for the meeting will be made in all haste.
Halver: Make your way to Jeuno as soon as your preparations are complete.
Halver: I never thought the situation to be this grave...
Confessions of Royalty (pt.2) - Chateau d'Oraguille
Halver: Player name. 
As you are likely aware, all matters concerning the royal family pass through me.
:Show him Raillefal's letter?
::Of course. <----- Chose this option!
::Not a chance.
Halver: What have we here?
Halver: A letter...with writing so terrible I cannot even read that I am the intended recipient.
Halver: This carrion worm scrawl... 
I have seen its like before...
Halver: The person who entrusted you with this message...
Halver: The "Lord of Illegibility," as I would call him...
Halver: I am certain... 
This letter is from the heir to the throne of San d'Oria, the Prince Royal, Trion I d'Oraguille!
Halver: I am mistaken, you say?
Halver: This letter was written by one Sage Raillefal? 
But this chocobo scratch could only be the work of Prince Trion...
Halver: I shall prove it to you. 
I have long attended to the prince and encountered many opportunities to decipher his...unique...style of writing...
Halver: A moment, if you will...
Halver: ...
Halver: ???
Halver: Astril Condes...? 
Astral Wand...? 
Uar...?
Halver: This truly is atrocious...
Halver: I have no doubt this letter is from Prince Trion!
Halver: But I am afraid I cannot make out the meaning...
Rahal: Monarlais Halver. 
You look trouble. Perhaps I may be of assistance?
Halver: !
Halver: General Rahal. 
Your offer of aid is most generous, however...
Rahal: No need to be so humble. 
You have one of Trion's indecipherable letters, do you not?
Halver: How could you know...?
Rahal: I have my sources...
Rahal: Some days ago, Prince Trion abandoned the signing of some official documents...
Rahal: He placed a mannequin in his chair, and fled the chateau in the dead of night...
Halver: At least it was not a forest hare this time...
Rahal: That is when I had Travialce here shadow the prince's movements. 
He has had training in the arts of the ninja.
Rahal: Please continue the tale, Travialce.
Travialce: Sir. 
Prince Trion first made his way to Mhaura and passed himself off as an adventurer.
Halver: Dear Altana... 
A member of the royal family traipsing about as an "adventurer"...
Halver: The court will be mortified.
Travialce: From there, His Highness boarded a ferry bound for the shores of Aht Urhgan...
Halver: Aht Urhgan!? 
And then?
Travialce: I quickly slipped aboard as well, and guarded the royal person from the shadows.
Travialce: The ferry safely arrived in Al Zahbi with the prince none the wiser of my presence.
Travialce: After entering the city, Prince Trion headed straight to a mercenary company and apparently signed some sort of contract.
Halver: A contract!? 
Surely not with his own name? This could escalate into an international crisis!
Travialce: There is nothing to fear on that count. 
His Highness travels the Empire under the assumed name of "Raillefal."
Halver: So no one in Al Zahbi is aware of his true identity?
Travialce: I wouldn't say that, milord... 
The prince is wearing a suit of guilded gold armor and is not subtle in his information gathering.
Halver: Great Goddess... 
Then he is not disguised at all?
Travialce: No, milord.
Travialce: Come to think of it, I have seen this adventurer's face in the very same mercenary company...
Travialce: This letter must be the very same document I witnessed in the prince's hand at the Shararat Teahouse.
Rahal: I am wounded that Prince Trion does not have more trust in us, his loyal subjects...
Rahal: And I do wish he would act with a little more discretion.
Halver: That is a matter we shall discuss anon...
Halver: First, we must learn the reason for Prince Trion's seemingly frequent trips to the nation of Aht Urhgan.
Halver: What is the current state of the Near East? 
Is the prince in any danger?
Rahal: Do not be concerned.
Rahal: I am sure that Travialce has learned much from following the prince. 
Please enlighten us.
Travialce: Sir. 
Raillefal...ah, Prince Trion, investigated the following facts.
Travialce: Four years ago, Jalzahn, the former Emperor of Aht Urhgan, and his wife both succumbed to the same illness...
Halver: Yes, I remember... 
The Kingdom of San d'Oria sent her condolences. 
The illness was quite virulent, as I recall...
Travialce: The beastmen who dwell on the western borders of the nation used this as an opportunity to cease offering tributes.
Halver: Hmph. 
What more would you expect from those savages?
Travialce: Though the Empire's long war with the eastern nations was at a stalemate, they could not afford to grow complacent.
Travialce: The main body of the Imperial Army remained focused on the east...
Travialce: Meanwhile, the beastmen of the Mamool Ja Savagelands and Halvung Territory unfurled a banner of rebellion on the abandoned western front. It was not long before they were joined by an army known as the "Undead Swarm"...
Rahal: The military might of San d'Oria is fully occupied with the Orcish horde alone. If it were three separate armies...
Rahal: Even a mighty nation like Aht Urhgan must flounder...
Travialce: Of a certain, sir. 
The capital itself has recently been the target of beastman invasions.
Travialce: Aht Urhgan now finds herself without the resources to even repair the walls of Al Zahbi...
Halver: No matter how impressive a swordsman Prince Trion is, we cannot allow him to remain in such a dangerous place.
Halver: I must take this matter up with those responsible for protecting the royal household.
Halver: Bring me General Curilla!
Halver: General Curilla. It appears a member of the Royal Knights has managed to track down the location of our wayward prince.
Curilla: And where, pray tell, would that be?
Halver: The Empire of Aht Urhgan.
Curilla: Aht Urhgan...
Curilla: The nation recruiting mercenaries?
Rahal: Yes.
Curilla: Then it stands to reason that the Temple Knights should stand little chance of finding the prince.
Halver: I seem to recall ordering you to take measures that would prevent this sort of thing from happening again. Am I mistaken?
Curilla: No, Monarlais Halver. 
I have been derelict in my duty.
Halver: It is good that you recognize your failings, but you shall be made to take responsibility for this situation.
Curilla: Yes, milord.
Curilla: Forgive my directness, Monarlais Halver, but I feel I must ask.
Curilla: Why would Prince Trion travel to such a distant land? Does he feel so strongly about the Empire?
Halver: Prince Trion visited Al Zahbi once before, when the Emperor was yet hale and healthy.
Halver: The incident that occurred is most likely connected to all this...
Curilla: ?
Halver: However, now is not the time to be telling tales of the past.
Halver: This matter has grown beyond the realm of our judgement. 
We must bring this letter to Prince Pieuje immediately.
Halver: Prince Pieuje!
Pieuje: What is all this commotion?
Pieuje: How like Trion to rush off without so much as a word... 
He has earned a reputation for action before thought.
Halver: Your Highness. 
This is the letter we believe to have been penned by your brother.
Halver: Travialce may have provided enough keys to unlock this rambling script...
Halver: This may require some time...
Pieuje: Hmph. There is no need to convene a meeting of linguists, Halver. 
Let me see this letter.
Pieuje: This time, my brother's actions may have a positive side...
Pieuje: He writes on the current state of the Empire.
Pieuje: We must turn our attention to the Near East, where a battle on the scale of the Crystal War is brewing...
Rahal: What on Vana'diel is happening over there...?
Pieuje: There is an overwhelming reason for the beastman attacks on Al Zahbi. 
I will read to you what my brother has written, word for word.
Pieuje: "At the center of this conflict is a treasure known as the Astral Candescence.
Pieuje: "This object emits an enchanting melody, unheard by mortal ears.
Pieuje: "This melody envelops and fills those nearby with a boundless energy, be they person or beastman.
Pieuje: "The citizens of Al Zahbi call this melody the Astral Wind."
Halver: I believe I have come to understand Prince Trion's apprehensions.
Rahal: You are not alone in that feeling.
Pieuje: Then we are in agreement.
Pieuje: Halver, have messengers sent to the other nations immediately.
Pieuje: We must convene an emergency meeting of the nations.
Halver: Understood, Your Highness. 
And the location?
Pieuje: The location... 
Send a request to Jeuno to secure a meeting room in the Grand Duke Palace.
Halver: At once.
Curilla: Prince Pieuje. 
What shall be done about Prince Trion's frequent excursions outside of the kingdom?
Curilla: I do not wish to be rude, but we are well aware of how the prince reacts to attempts to dissuade him from his course...
Pieuje: That is true.
Pieuje: Having the heir to the throne playing at being a mercenary will not improve San d'Oria's image in the eyes of the world.
Pieuje: But the solution is simple. 
I shall write my brother a letter.
Curilla: A letter, Your Highness?
Pieuje: Yes. 
I have an idea.
Pieuje: But I shall need a volunteer to deliver it safely to Al Zahbi...
Rahal: I suggest Travialce. He is well versed in the geography of the region.
Pieuje: Excellent. 
Let it be done.
Travialce: I will not fail you, Your Highness.
Halver: Your Highness, this is Player name. 
He/She brought Prince Trion's letter back from the Near East.
Pieuje: Is that so? 
I do not approve of my brother's rash actions, but he does have an eye for trustworthy messengers.
Pieuje: Player name. 
I am sure you are exhausted from your long journey, but your presence will be required at the meeting in Jeuno.
Pieuje: We may have need of your testimony.
Halver: Player name. 
Arrangements for the meeting will be made in all haste.
Halver: Make your way to Jeuno as soon as your preparations are complete.
Halver: I never thought the situation to be this grave...
:Show him Raillefal's letter?
::Of course.
::Not a chance. <----- Chose this option!
Halver: Hmmm. I had heard that the Empire of Aht Urhgan was desperately recruiting mercenaries, but to see one of their insignias with my own eyes...
Halver: Player name, you have become a mercenary, have you not?