CT : Dark War's Beginning - Painful Memories
Crono awoke to the sound of the birds outside his window. He spent the night at an inn in Porre. A few people had invited him to ask him there, wanting to know more about him and his adventures. Crono hesitated at first, but then considered it wise to meet the people and make friends.
Crono got to the lobby of the Inn and saw a few people hanging around and talking. A man dressed in blue made his way over to Crono. Crono turned to face the man, his face showing no expression.
"Prince Crono, I presume?" The man asked, holding out his hand.
"That would be I." Crono answered, shaking the man's hand.
"If you would come with me..." The man half escorted, half dragged Crono to a hidden room in the back of the Inn. Crono sat himself in a nearby chair, looking around the room he found it occupied by many people, all of which came to attention when Crono and his Escort came in. There was a general welcome feeling to the room and it's inhabitants, yet a heavy feeling there too.
"I'm sure you would like to return to Truce soon, so let's get down to business." said the man who greeted Crono in the lobby. "My name is George McArthur, and everyone that is here is my friend." Crono nodded. "I know that being a resident of Truce, and part of the court, you probably won't have the same views as us. Also I'm taking great risk in asking you, even telling you what I'm about to. So I'm warning you now, if you do not agree with us, you will be killed."
Crono leapt from his seat and made his way toward the door. Five of McArthur's friends got to the door first, each pointing a sword at Crono. "Please listen to everything I have to say before you decide, I'm sure you'll find our proposition very...revolutionary." Crono made his way back to the chair.
"Are you trying to liberate Porre? If so, I don't think you'll be able to. Many have tried and have fallen at the hands of the Guardian army." Crono tried.
McArthur gave a hollow laugh, "Don't you think we know this already? We want more than just a simple liberation."
"Trying to take over the thrown?" Crono tried again.
"Wrong again, sir."
"What exactly do you want then?" Crono growled, showing defeat in this guessing game.
"Like I have already said, a revolution...."
Crono awoke to the sound of the birds outside his window. He spent the night at an inn in Porre. A few people had invited him to ask him there, wanting to know more about him and his adventures. Crono hesitated at first, but then considered it wise to meet the people and make friends.
Crono got to the lobby of the Inn and saw a few people hanging around and talking. A man dressed in blue made his way over to Crono. Crono turned to face the man, his face showing no expression.
"Prince Crono, I presume?" The man asked, holding out his hand.
"That would be I." Crono answered, shaking the man's hand.
"If you would come with me..." The man half escorted, half dragged Crono to a hidden room in the back of the Inn. Crono sat himself in a nearby chair, looking around the room he found it occupied by many people, all of which came to attention when Crono and his Escort came in. There was a general welcome feeling to the room and it's inhabitants, yet a heavy feeling there too.
"I'm sure you would like to return to Truce soon, so let's get down to business." said the man who greeted Crono in the lobby. "My name is George McArthur, and everyone that is here is my friend." Crono nodded. "I know that being a resident of Truce, and part of the court, you probably won't have the same views as us. Also I'm taking great risk in asking you, even telling you what I'm about to. So I'm warning you now, if you do not agree with us, you will be killed."
Crono leapt from his seat and made his way toward the door. Five of McArthur's friends got to the door first, each pointing a sword at Crono. "Please listen to everything I have to say before you decide, I'm sure you'll find our proposition very...revolutionary." Crono made his way back to the chair.
"Are you trying to liberate Porre? If so, I don't think you'll be able to. Many have tried and have fallen at the hands of the Guardian army." Crono tried.
McArthur gave a hollow laugh, "Don't you think we know this already? We want more than just a simple liberation."
"Trying to take over the thrown?" Crono tried again.
"Wrong again, sir."
"What exactly do you want then?" Crono growled, showing defeat in this guessing game.
"Like I have already said, a revolution...."