- Sorcha and Topaz (C):
Sorcha: Sup. Ye out here late.
Topaz: The sun was never my preference. It's easier to work and be myself at the dead of night.
Sorcha: I git ye. Stars are easier to see when der ain't a sun searin' above our heads.
Topaz: Agreed. I had enough sun back where I came from.
*two then stare upwards towards the starry sky in silence*
Sorcha: Say. Gotta ask. How did ye git ere'?
Topaz: Pardon?
Sorcha: Like, how did you, an Almyran, choose to come ere' before ye went in too deep and ended up meetin' me and others?
Topaz: ... I'd like to ask you the same thing. Brigid is an island away from Fodlan, yes?
Sorcha: Ooh, touchy, aren't we? But der ain't a sea dividin' Almyra and Fodlan now, ainnit?
Topaz: You never talked to me. Then again, I see no reason why we're talking in the first place.
Sorcha: Other people say talking to other people helps ye build trust in combat or sumthin', but yer always watchin' us, slittin' throats. Kinda wish ye kinda tell us wat yer doin' so we don panic.
Topaz: Hmph. Perhaps. Although your gung-ho attitude can be a little worrying for me sometimes. I fear that I might not be quick enough sometimes.
Sorcha: Bah! You, slow? Come on, ye know better than us! Yer always ahead of us!
Topaz: Don't work me to death. That is not how I wish to die.
