Interlude: Memories and a Promise
Author's Notes: After thinking about how I was originally going to write this fic, along with some advice from a certain Mr. Gunlord500, I have decided to forgo the whole 'Using in-game text' thing. I'll still be using actual dialogue from the from the game, just not as heavily and I will be making the Tactician more prominent in the story. I never liked the Tactician just being an afterthought when he could of had story relevance. But I'm rambling now.
These interludes are to serve as fleshing out characters as well as allowing me to (hopefully) add filler that is actually good. Expect these when I want to write but don't have the time to write an entire chapter.
"So Michael," Lyn began to ask as the two of them traveled along the Sacae Plains, "What were you doing traveling by yourself again?"
"Now that you mention it," Michael said as he began to think, "I really have no idea. All I remember is that I was walking along a path. The next thing I know; I'm waking up in your tent."
"How strange… Maybe magic has something to do with it?" Lyn pondered.
"Magic? Really?" Michael sounded surprised. "I don't think it's anything like that."
"Maybe we'll find your memory if we continue traveling!" Lyn suggested.
"I guess…" Michael agreed, though not particularly enthusiastic. "I don't really care, surprisingly enough."
"You don't?!" Lyn was shocked.
"No. Believe it or not, I've had more fun the past two days with you than I think I've ever had in my entire life."
"That's…quite the compliment" Lyn looked down slightly, her face turning a light shade of red.
"Are you blushing?!" Michael teased, "It appears my charms are too much for you to handle!" Michael began to laugh as Lyn became even more flustered.
"As if!" Lyn denied. "Don't start thinking you're a hotshot!"
A swift slap upside Michael's head soon followed.
"Ow!" Michel yelped. "…Totally worth it…" he muttered to himself as he massaged the spot where Lyn had hit him.
The two walked in an awkward silence for some time afterwards. Lyn was surveying the area for possible bandit attacks…or for their next meal. Michael couldn't tell. Meanwhile, Michael had produced a small pouch of money he had found on his person this morning before they left and was busy counting up their finances.
"So how much do we have?" Lyn asked, breaking the silence between them.
"Ten thousand gold" Michael informed her.
"Ten thousand?!" Lyn yelled in shock, her eyes bugging out. "Is that a lot?"
Michael just barely caught himself from falling over after hearing what Lyn asked. He took a moment to think to himself, "I think…? I probably had more when I started out."
"So we should be fine for supplies and all once we make it to Bulgar, correct?" Lyn asked.
Michael nodded in confirmation, "We'll be set for a while with this much gold. Might even be able to hire a mercenary or two."
"Who needs a mercenary when you have someone as skilled with a blade as I?" Lyn asked, her voice full of confidence.
"After what happened yesterday?" Michael countered, "If we ever have to fight more than two bandits of the same caliber as the other ones, you may not come out alive. I am not taking that kind of risk."
Lyn was surprised into silence for a moment before she spoke again, this time keeping her gaze firmly locked onto Michael, "What happened yesterday was by chance. I will never be caught off guard or underestimate an opponent ever again. You have my word Michael; not just as a warrior or as the daughter of the chieftain of the Lorca tribe, but as a friend."
"…You promise?" Michael asked meekly.
"I swear on my life!" Lyn told him with absolute sincerity.
After that the duo continued down the road to Bulgar, none the wiser for what they would encounter there.