Imaginary Traveller

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## Imaginary Traveller

### Rewards

Wife affection +2
Son affection +6 / -1
Dynasty Reputation +250
1 Strange Coin

Game Version 1.4.1.4

**Imaginary Traveller** is a story quest in Medieval Dynasty, for your Wife. You have **2 seasons** to complete it.

## Synopsis

*Would I prefer that my son had real friends instead? Yes. Is he doing anything wrong? Of course not! What's the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe and everything? 42.*

## Objectives

* Talk to your son
* Deliver to: Your Son
	+ Simple Shoes x1
	+ Trousers x1
	+ Simple Linen Shirt x1
* Deliver to: Your Son
	+ Copper Hammer x1
* Wait for the next day
* Talk to: Your Son

## Walkthrough

Wife: *I'm finally free of this damn hiccup! It's been bothering me for hours!*

Player: *My sincerest congratulations. And what about our youngster?*

Wife: *He has an imaginary friend. I remember having one at his age as well. Have you ever had one?*

Player: (2 Options):

1. *I sure did. His name was Piotr. Some days, I'd been pretending that he was the one controlling the words that come out of my mouth.*
2. *Never. I had real friends.*

Wife:

1. *Thats a little strange, but sweet. You should go and see how happy our litte one is, play... \*hic!\* Damn it!*
2. To be determined

At this point the quest starts. Talk to your son.

Son: *I've made a new friend!*

Player: *So I've heard. Your mum told me about it. What's his name?*

Son: *I don't actually know. He wouldn't give it to me. Says it's safer that way.*

Player: *Of course, it is. And where is he from? Is he from the valley?*

Son: *No. He said he's from a distant place. A place that hasn't been built yet.*

Player: *I see... very mysterious. Okay, I'll leave you two alone. Have fun.*

Son: *Dad, wait! He actually could use your help.*

Player: *What is it?*

Son: *He needs new clothes! I like his old ones, but he says that he needs something more local.*

Player: *Son, I don't know if I have time to play pretend...*

Son: *But it's very important! He just needs a shirt, trousers and shoes. Whatever the kind. He's about your size.*

Player: *Fine... I'll see what I can do.*

*Just a few pieces of clothing. Sure, they're expensive, but I'm certain we can afford them. And who am I to stop my son from having fun with his little fantasy?*

* Deliver to: Your Son
	+ Simple Shoes x1
	+ Trousers x1
	+ Simple Linen Shirt x1

Son: *What took you so long?!*

Player: *I have clothes for your "friend".*

Son: *Great! Exactly what I needed.*

Player: *Anything else?*

Son: *Actually, yes. I'll be needing a hammer as well.*

Player: *And what would you need a hammer for?*

Son: *It's not for me. It's for him again.*

Player: *Is it really necessary? What does "he" do exactly?*

Son: *He's a traveller! And wants to go back home. But his carriage got broken, so he needs to fix it first.*

Player: *All right... I'll get you your hammer.*

Son: *And it needs to be a metal one!*

Player: *Oh, come on!*

* Deliver to: Your Son
	+ Copper Hammer x1

*And now he wants a hammer... I'm getting more and more convinced that there is a fine line between a wonderful, supporting father and a terrible "sure, you can leave your home at twelve and begin your sword swallowing career" one. I just have one question in mind. Where's the bloody line?!*

Son: *What took you so long?!*

Player: *Here's your hammer. I feel like a bad parent giving it to you though...*

Son: *No! You're the best! Now I only need one more thing.*

Player: *You're killing me, Son. What is it now?*

Son: *He didn't tell me yet. I need to wait until tomorrow. Will you come and see me then?*

Player: *You know I will, you little bug.*

* Wait for the next day

*He asked me to wait until tomorrow. No big deal. I'm sure everything will be fine. Just fine... Fine and dandy... He's going to be missing a finger tomorrow, isn't he?*

Son: *What took you so long?!*

Player: *Listen, Son. I have a lot on my mind today. I can't keep helping with your imaginary friend's every whim.*

Son: *Imaginary? Do you think I was playing pretend all this time?*

Player: *Well, of course, your mother said...*

Son: *Never mind. My REAL friend has already left. He fixed his carriage and went back home. Here, take this. He gave me a coin to remember him by... I wouldn't even think that you didn't believe me this whole time.*

Player: *I'm so sorry, Son. I thought you were just playing a game. Many children have imaginary friends.*

Son: *That's just silly. If you ever lose your coin, you can come for another. He gave me a few. But try not to, they're important to me. No go, you said you were busy.*

Player: *I can do those things tomorrow. What'd you say we spend a day together?*

Son: *No, thank you. I'm busy myself today.*

Player: *Oh... okay... See you later, buddy.*