Emotions will be displayed as: text {emotion}
(*) in script will indicate writer's notes.
Note: // Games Merchant, // Child, // Arris, // Burick, and // Cerisa isn't meant to be said its just to make clear who says the line.
Note: // dialogue taking up one line is the Soldier's / Player's dialogue (Left in for more context)
Note: This script is from the beta so there might be some weird things going on and there might be changes to the dialogue in the future.
Aldwell Guard is one of the guards at the Aldwell festival.
Food Stall Merchant runs a festival stall.
Security Member is secretly a member of festival security who nearly burned the wickerman down.
Rewards Stall Merchant runs a festival stall.
Green Tea Enthusiast is a festival attendee who really likes green tea.
Games Merchant runs a festival stall
Fox Racing Attendant an attendant who runs fox races
Racing Expert a festival attendee who really likes racing foxes
Mother Attendee/Concerned Mother is a festival attendee who is worried for her child's safety
Child/Excited Child is a child enjoying the festival. Only has one line here.
Clan Attendee/Kalkahrah Clan Member is a clan member who enjoys being alone at the festival
Elderly Woman is an old woman who notices things others would not.
Arris is under suspicion of nearly burning the wickerman down. They were recently exiled from their clan.
Burick is a supposed tea merchant and poacher who is arrested for being suspected of nearly burning down the wickerman.
Festival Organizer is the organizer of the festival who is willing to do anything to make sure people don't step out of line.
Cerisa is an escaped soldier who is arrested for nearly burning down the wickerman.

Aldwell Guard: Welcome to the Festival of the Wicker! {welcoming}
Aldwell Guard: May I see your medallion? {professional}
// Yes, here.
Aldwell Guard: Thank you, enjoy the festival! You can grab a mask inside. {friendly}
Aldwell Guard: Than you cannot be trusted. Leave. {firm}
Aldwell Guard: We can't let you in without seeing your medallion! {stern}
Aldwell Guard: Once you get inside, make sure to put your mask on. {reminding}
Aldwell Guard: I hope you're enjoying the festival! {friendly}
Aldwell Guard: Ask the guard a question? *Glitched line maybe?*
// Are you aware of how easy it is to sneak in?
Aldwell Guard: Really? Where? {concerned}
Aldwell Guard: Oh! Thank you so much. {grateful}
Aldwell Guard: I don't know how, but this alley must have slipped through our planning. {concerned}
Aldwell Guard: I'll stand here for now to make sure no one can get in. {professional}
Aldwell Guard: I'm so grateful you warned us before anyone bad might have noticed it. {relieved}
// ... You're not sure someone else hasn't already noticed.
Aldwell Guard: Thank you so much for exposing that gap in our security! {grateful}
Aldwell Guard: Hmm... neither of us have seen anyone carrying something that smells like that in. {analytical}
Aldwell Guard: It would have had to have already been in Aldwell or they would have had to have arrived even before us. {focused}
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*Food Stall Merchant*
Stall Attendant: Welcome to Festival of the Wicker's premier food stall! {friendly}
Stall Attendant: What can I get you? {attentive}
Stall Attendant: Enjoy your rabbit roast! {cheerful}
Stall Attendant: Anything else? {attentive}
Stall Attendant: Enjoy your green tea! {cheerful}
Stall Attendant: Enjoy your fortune cookie! {cheerful}
Stall Attendant: Have a nice day. {friendly}
Stall Attendant: Let me look at that more closely. {focused}
Stall Attendant: The merchant inspects the bottle. *Glitched line maybe?*
Stall Attendant: No, I don't. The residue smells far more pungent than any drink I recognize. {informing}
Stall Attendant: If you found it here, you could try asking around the festival to see if anyone else recognizes it. {helpful}
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*Security Member*
Festival Attendee: The festival is a great time to hang out with friends, away from anyone who might want to intrude on us. {casual}
Festival Attendee: No. And we're in the middle of a conversation, please don't interrupt us. {annoyed}
// I was told you all snuck into the festival with bottles like this.
Festival Attendee: Be careful what accusations you throw around. {defensive}
Festival Attendee: Not everyone has their guard down around this festival for those who stick their noses where they don't belong. {menacing}
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*Rewards Stall Merchant*
Stall Attendant: Come to redeem your tokens? {attentive}
Stall Attendant: Make sure you do before the festival ends! {friendly}
Stall Attendant: What would you like to buy? {attentive}
Stall Attendant: I'm afraid you can't afford that. {apologetic}
Stall Attendant: How many would you like to buy? {attentive}
Stall Attendant: You can come get some at any time during the festival. {informing}
Stall Attendant: There is your token, enjoy the festival! {cheerful}
Stall Attendant: There are your tokens, enjoy the festival! {cheerful}
Stall Attendant: A broken bottle? It looks kind of like the ones we use for our Bottles of Mist, but the smell is totally different. {analytical}
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*Green Tea Enthusiast*
Festival Attendee: It's the festival again! And you know what that means... {excited}
Festival Attendee: Green tea!!! I never know how to get this stuff outside the festival. {excited}
Festival Attendee: I'm going to spend all night standing right here, drinking as much of it as I can! {enthusiastic}
// Are you familiar with any green tea dealers?
Festival Attendee: No, do you know one?! {hopeful}
Festival Attendee: Please, tell me, I would love to know. I've been searching for one for years. {eager}
Festival Attendee: The closest I got was some odd tent in the woods east of Aldwell with a box of the stuff, but that just a scavenger's tent. {disappointed}
Festival Attendee: I wish the Kalkalrah clan wouldn't keep the secret so well hidden. {frustrated}
// The Kalkalrah clan doesn't sell it normally?
Festival Attendee: No, of course not. They keep it a secret, hoarding it up all year, so they can charge us extra during the festival. {resentful}
Festival Attendee: They do all this under the guise of it being "mystical" and "only suited for ceremonial occasions like this," but everyone sees through their sales techniques. {cynical}
Festival Attendee: ... not that it stops me from buying every bottle I can get my hands on. It feels amazing. {sheepish}
// You wouldn't know of anyone at all who claimed to be a green tea merchant?
Festival Attendee: Okay, you have to be holding out on me. {suspicious}
Festival Attendee: Come on, give me the name. What do you want, emeralds? Information? I'll give it to you, just tell me where I can find a year round green tea merchant. {desperate}
// No, It's starting to look like there isn't one.
Festival Attendee: What are you wasting my time for then? {irritated}
Festival Attendee: If you get any leads on that tea trader, make sure to let me know right away. {hopeful}
Festival Attendee: Well, I can tell you it's not definitely not green tea. Not sure beyond that. {dismissive}
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Stall Attendant: I'm sorry, I'm still setting up, maybe I'll have something at a later date. // Games Merchant {apologetic}
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*Fox Racing Attendant*
// How do I play?
Stall Attendant: The rules are simple: you pick the fox you think will win a race around the wickerman and back. {informative}
Stall Attendant: Costs 5 tokens to enter, you get your tokens back if your pick is 2nd, double it if it gets first. {informative}
Stall Attendant: I'll give you a banner you can use to cheer your fox on. It should be helpful, although sometimes they can get a bit overwhelmed. {helpful}
Stall Attendant: Best of luck if you do choose to play! {encouraging}
Stall Attendant: Do you want to watch the next round of fox races? {inviting}
// No thanks
Stall Attendant: We'll be holding more races all night if you change your mind! {friendly}
Stall Attendant: I'm afraid you don't have enough tokens to watch a fox race. {apologetic}
Stall Attendant: If you need more, you can buy some at the Reward Merchant to the east. {informative}
Stall Attendant: Get ready then, because they're ready to go! {excited}
Stall Attendant: May the best fox win! {enthusiastic}
Stall Attendant: Wow! Your support for your fox was really impressive. {impressed}
Stall Attendant: You've easily earned these tokens. Enjoy! {cheerful}
Stall Attendant: Aww, it looks like your fox didn't manage to pull off a win. {sympathetic}
Stall Attendant: Maybe one of you needs to put in a bit more effort next time? {playful}
Stall Attendant: I don't recognize it. Would you mind putting it away though? The smell appears to be bothering a couple of the foxes. {concerned}
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Racing Expert: Hmm, in the last race, blue looked like it was going to... {analytical}
Racing Expert: Oh, hi. Don't worry about me, I'm just analyzing the performances of the last few races. {aloof}
Racing Expert: It's nothing you'd be able to understand anyway, so don't worry about it. {condescending}
Racing Expert: Hmm... maybe. {considering}
Racing Expert: But they paid me pretty good not to say! {guarded}
Racing Expert: The only way I would is if I were to really be impressed by someone. {challenging}
// Challenge the racing expert in the fox race?
Racing Expert: You're on. {confident}
Racing Expert: Ha! I knew you couldn't do it. {smug}
Racing Expert: No hard feelings, nobody can expect to beat me at fox racing though. {boastful}
Racing Expert: Of course, if you want to try again, you're free to. Just don't be surprised when you get the same result. {taunting}
// Challenge the racing expert again?
Racing Expert: Alright, let's go again then! {confident}
Racing Expert: You won!? I-I-I've never been beaten! {shocked}
Racing Expert: I don't even know how that's possible, you looked like you were just picking randomly! {confused}
Racing Expert: Well, fair is fair. You gave me a good show, I'll tell you what I know. {respectful}
Racing Expert: It's really not that big of a deal, I'm not sure why they paid me to stay quiet about it. {casual}
Racing Expert: While studying the foxes before the races started, I caught some members of the Kalkalrah clan bringing in bottles like those. {informative}
Racing Expert: I thought they were just green tea, but clearly they're not! {realizing}
Racing Expert: I'm not positive where they are now, but I think I saw them head up the zipline to the second floor of Aldwell? {uncertain}
Racing Expert: And if you'd teach me your racing technique at some point, I'd really appreciate it! {hopeful}
Racing Expert: You've updated your notes with this new information. *Glitched Line Maybe?*
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*Mother Attendee*
Festival Attendee: Isn't it nice to see kids having fun? {warm}
Festival Attendee: I try to lighten his life when I can, but it's so hard to some days. {weary}
Festival Attendee: That's why I love the festival. Makes my job easier! {relieved}
Festival Attendee: He can entertain himself, I can watch for danger. {cautious}
// Have you seen any danger?
Festival Attendee: Nothing obviously dangerous, but I always keep in mind. {cautious}
Festival Attendee: I did see something very odd a few hours ago though. By the entrance to Aldwell, it looked like someone hopped over the fence. {concerned}
Festival Attendee: It might have been a trick of the light, but I think I saw them change clothes and shove something under the bridge. {uncertain}
Festival Attendee: Those might just be the ramblings of a worried old parent though! {self conscious}
Festival Attendee: That smell... I don't recognize it, I'm afraid. It certainly doesn't smell safe! {worried}
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Festival Attendee: I love when the festival finally comes around again! // Child {excited}
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*Clan Attendee*
Festival Attendee: I love being a part of the Kalkalrah clan, but at times like this it's nice to have the chance to be alone. {reflective}
Festival Attendee: Staring across the pond, enjoying the festival, surrounded by people I love. {content}
Festival Attendee: It's a sort of quiet, safe calm. One unlike the rest of the year. {peaceful}
Festival Attendee: The festival is a great time to hang out with friends, away from anyone who might want to intrude on us. {calm}
// Do you know Arris? They say they're a member of your clan?
Festival Attendee: Hmm? Ah. Yes, unfortunately I do. {hesitant}
Festival Attendee: They were a member of our clan until a week ago, when they were expelled and exiled. {serious}
Festival Attendee: Their old medallion was handed to me to burn. In fact, just on my way into the festival I threw its ashes up the tallest tree in Aldwell. {matter of fact}
// Exiled? They never mentioned anything like that when I interrogated them.
Festival Attendee: Interrogated them? Oh, I hope they haven't done anything bad. {concerned}
Festival Attendee: You know, they were always a bit troubled. But I don't think they're bad. They just weren't suited for clan life. {sympathetic}
Festival Attendee: Not... communal enough. {hesitant}
Festival Attendee: The fate they were given will be a hard one though. Most exiles don't survive a year. {somber}
Festival Attendee: Ask the clan member further questions? *Glitched Line Maybe?*
// How much do you think I can trust them?
Festival Attendee: Not as much as I wish you could. Please treat them with kindness though, they only lie out of fear. {gentle}
Festival Attendee: I do not mean to be rude, but you cut an imposing figure. There's a lot to be afraid of. {uneasy}
// Say goodbye
Festival Attendee: I hope they stay well, even if they are troubled. {hopeful}
Festival Attendee: Hmm. I don't recall. {uncertain}
Festival Attendee: It's vaguely familiar to me, but I'm sorry to say I can't place where from. {apologetic}
Festival Attendee: Whatever it is though, I certainly didn't bring it here. {firm}
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Elderly Woman: Oh, it's so kind of you to come and see me. {warm}
Elderly Woman: I'm much too weak to ride the ziplines around town much anymore so I appreciate any company I can get. {weary}
Elderly Woman: Even so, I love getting to sit on my porch and look down at all the happy people around this time of year. {content}
Elderly Woman: That bottle? Absolutely not, that smell is much more than what this old body could take. {averse}
Elderly Woman: Give me that, let me look at what you were showing them more closely. {curious}
Elderly Woman: Ahhh, yes, you know something about that group, don't you? {knowing}
Elderly Woman: You don't need to tell me, I know as much as you do and more. {confident}
Elderly Woman: It's been many years since I was able to freely move about the city, my old age imprisoning me in my home. {reflective}
Elderly Woman: But I can still sit and watch the scurrying people below. I can see what they all do when they think nobody is watching. {observant}
Elderly Woman: It's a sort of power. A way to keep myself grounded, hanging here in the canopy. {philosophical}
Elderly Woman: I watched you scramble to extinguish the fire and I watched what that group did after the flame was lit. {serious}
Elderly Woman: I watched as those three outsiders were corralled into custody. {matter of fact}
Elderly Woman: However, I cannot hear the details. I do not know the specifics. {matter of fact}
Elderly Woman: Tell me what your suspects have done and what you have found. Then, I will give you what you seek. {authoritative}
// Share your information with the elderly woman?
Elderly Woman: A bunch of lying outsiders then. To be expected, it's a pity you can't say they all did it. {dismissive}
Elderly Woman: As for that clique, I suspect they're secretly security for the festival. {analytical}
Elderly Woman: I didn't see who lit the flame, but moments after it was lit, one of them threw a bottle just like the one you're holding at it. {informative}
Elderly Woman: It must have been filled with fuel, because after it hit the flame grew much larger. {deductive}
Elderly Woman: Probably for the best, you never know what vermin you can roast if you're not afraid to burn the bush. {dark}
Elderly Woman: If you will entertain an old woman, then I have no use for you. Quit blocking my view. {cold}
Elderly Woman: My investigator has returned. Now, tell me what you know. {expectant}
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Festival Attendee: H-hi. I, um, hope you're having as good a time as I am. /$Arris {nervous}
Festival Attendee: Hello. /$Burick {normal}
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Festival Organizer: Welcome to the festival! {welcoming}
Festival Organizer: It's a lot of work to put on, but it's always worth it to see everyone together. {proud}
Festival Organizer: This is the only time of year a lot of us get to relax, we have to take what we can get. {reflective}
Festival Organizer: Hm... do you hear that? That crackling... and that smell... is that...? {concerned}
Festival Organizer: Smoke? Flames?! {shocked}
Festival Organizer: Quick! Somebody run to the pond to get some water and put out the fire. {urgent}
Festival Organizer: Thank you so much for your quick action. I hope you don't mind, but I'll need some more help. {grateful}
Festival Organizer: You three! {sharp}
Festival Organizer: Can any of you show me a medallion? {authoritative}
Festival Organizer: Just as I thought. All of you will be held until we can figure out the truth. {firm}
Festival Organizer: Into that house, all three of you. {commanding}
Festival Organizer: There will have to be an investigation into this incident and you're one person I'm positive didn't start the fire. {serious}
Festival Organizer: Please, follow me. {serious}
Festival Organizer: Thank you so much for your help again, without your assistance the festival would have been ruined. {grateful}
Festival Organizer: I cannot express my gratitude more effusely, but I'm afraid I must ask more of you. {formal}
Festival Organizer: You see, I do not believe that fire was set by an accident. There's a vandal in our midst and I fear the worst. {grave}
Festival Organizer: Just as generations ago, when our ancestors first exposed and immolated the changeling threat that we are supposed to be celebrating today, we must remain vigilant! {resolute}
Festival Organizer: Unfortunately... the festival has always been a time when that vigilance has lapsed a bit. We have an unwelcome attendee. {concerned}
Festival Organizer: I suspect that flame was set by a changeling, hoping to use the fire as a distraction to infiltrate the festival. To catch someone off guard and take their form. {analytical}
Festival Organizer: Due to your efforts, they were unable to do so. But they could not have gone far. {reassuring}
Festival Organizer: I rounded up the three people nearest to where the fire ignited and found all of them had snuck in without a medallion! {firm}
Festival Organizer: While I keep them held here... I'd ask of you to interrogate them and, if needed, search around the festival to find information on who they really are. {requesting}
Festival Organizer: Once you have unmasked each of them for who they really are, return to me and tell me which one is a changeling in disguise. I can handle matters from there. {authoritative}
Festival Organizer: Take this book. You can write any notes you take while investigating down to check later. {informative}
Festival Organizer: Once you've investigated all of them, you can return to me. {reminding}
Festival Organizer: Please talk to me before interrogating the suspects! {insistent}
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// Who are you?
???: I'm, um, Arris. I don't know what's happening, I got shoved into here by the festival organizer with these other two. /$Arris {nervous}
Arris: I'm simply an ordinary member of the Kalkalrah clan, I don't know what's happening. {anxious}
Arris: Please don't accuse me of doing whatever you think I did, please. {pleading}
Arris: O-of course. {nervous}
Arris: Alright... {hesitant}
// What do you do as a member of Kalkalrah clan?
Arris: Nothing, I don't think. Or, well, that's not what I meant. {flustered}
Arris: I only, um, do general upkeep. Fixing stuff and cleaning stuff, I mean. {nervous}
Arris: There's not much more to say than that, you know? {uncertain}
Arris: I'm nothing more than a helpful member of my clan who assists in the, uh- in the "making everyone live together with ease" part of clan life! {rambling}
Arris: That's what I mean by nothing, you see, that's what I meant when I said that. {flustered}
Arris: I don't literally do nothing, obviously, that would be dumb. I have an important role and am, uh, valued by my clan. {defensive}
Arris: But it isn't super important or cool or anything, that's what I meant by nothing. {self conscious}
// What do you do specifically?
Arris: Oh, that's what you meant. You, um, wanted a specific answer. {realizing}
Arris: Okay. I can give you that. {calm}
Arris: Like sometimes I will guard things. I will, um, um, stand watch for changelings or thieves or animals! {nervous}
Arris: Or anything trying to steal. We try to stop people from stealing from us. {explaining}
// Why are you so nervous?
Arris: Oh, sorry, I'm not trying to be. {apologetic}
Arris: I'm not, um, sure what's happening. And that makes me a little nervous, can you understand? {anxious}
Arris: All this investigation stuff makes me feel like I did something wrong. And I didn't do anything wrong! {anxious}
Arris: But it's hard to prove that and so I get nervous and stumble over the things I'm saying and misstate what I really mean which only makes it harder! {overwhelmed}
Arris: Sorry. I don't think I'm helping my case. {defeated}
// Are you always this nervous?
Arris: Um, I'm not sure. Sorry. {uncertain}
Arris: I think a little bit? But obviously not as much as this! Like when I'm under interrogation for something I didn't do even though you really seem to think I did. {anxious}
// I never said I thought you did it.
Arris: Well, um, of course you do. You're going to think I committed arson or something and then report me and everything will be horrible. {fearful}
Arris: There's no way you don't think I didn't. Look at how much time you're spending interrogating me compared to everyone else. {paranoid}
// So what if I think you did do it?
Arris: Please. Please don't. I didn't do it I promise I didn't do it, please don't think that I did it. {desperate}
Arris: I'm innocent I promise please, I didn't do anything I didn't I swear. {panicked}
// Could you try speaking slower?
Arris: Um, here, let me try. {uncertain}
Arris: I am. {strained}
Arris: Not. {strained}
Arris: Very good. {strained}
Arris: At this. {strained}
Arris: Sorry I don't think I'm, uh, cut out for that, sorry. {embarrassed}
// Did you see who tried to burn down the wickerman?
Arris: No,  I don't think- I didn't see. {uncertain}
Arris: Maybe I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye? But that could have been nothing. {unsure}
Arris: It's hard to know, I wasn't really paying attention at the time and now you're asking me these questions like I have some sort of, um, picture perfect memory! {defensive}
Arris: Even though I definitely don't! And wasn't even trying to remember what was happening in the first place! {overwhelmed}
Arris: Sorry, I was shouting, wasn't I. I didn't mean to. I'm only stressed. Sorry. {apologetic}
// Why did you try to burn down the wickerman?
Arris: I didn't! I promise I didn't. {urgent}
Arris: Please don't think I tried to, I promise I have no idea what you're talking about. {desperate}
Arris: All that I was doing was sitting there quietly and then all of a sudden behind me there were really big flames and then before I could even act you threw water on them and saved the wickerman and then I was being brought in here even though I {rambling}
Arris: didn't do anything and am just an ordinary clan member and have nothing to hide. {pleading}
Arris: I promise I didn't try to burn down the wickerman. {pleading}
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???: Burick. I'm simply a humble green tea trader. /$Burick {normal}
Burick: I don't know what happened, I wasn't involved, and that's all I have to say. {firm}
Burick: That should be enough to go off if you can find someone who buys a lot of green tea. If you want to get more information though, you can continue the interrogation. {matter of fact}
// What does it even mean to be a trader in the Mistwoods?
Burick: Self explanatory, I assumed. {dry}
Burick: One clan wants to get rid of stuff, while another clan wants to get their hands on it. {informing}
Burick: The Mistwoods is a big and dangerous place. They need a trader to make it happen. {matter of fact}
// Isn't that personally dangerous, for you?
Burick: Yes. Someone has to do it though. {stoic}
// Have you seen any changelings?
Burick: Nope. And neither has anyone else I've spoken to. {direct}
Burick: I'm not even certain they're real. {skeptical}
Burick: Don't mention to anyone else that I said that. {cautious}
Burick: Some people get really upset when you imply that. {matter of fact}
// Where do you get your green tea?
Burick: The Kalkalrah clan sells it to me. So wherever they get it, I suppose. {informing}
// Your entire business is selling the products of one clan to everyone else?
Burick: Yes. That's what a merchant is. {dry}
// What clan are you a member of?
Burick: I'm not a member of any clan. I travel around selling my products. {normal}
Burick: Clan life would be too stifling. I like getting to see more than the trunk of a single tree. {reflecting}
// May I have some?
Burick: Sure. {normal}
// Why don't you have a medallion?
Burick: I'm a merchant, not a member of a clan. {matter of fact}
Burick: I don't have a way to get one and it hasn't been a problem. {normal}
// How did you get into the festival without a medallion?
Burick: I walked closely behind a group that did. {blunt}
// Why did you attend?
Burick: I was bored and lonely. {flat}
Burick: Gives me a good chance to investigate the green tea market too. {practical}
// Why would the clans trust you without a medallion?
Burick: They didn't really trust me. {honest}
Burick: Trades were handled quickly, while the other parties were heavily armed, and in small enough quantities that if I was a changeling no major loss would be incurred. {analytical}
// You're not being very informative.
Burick: I am answering your questions to the best of my knowledge and ability. {firm}
Burick: Thank you. {normal}
// Yes, but you're not really giving me anything else to work with.
Burick: Isn't it your job to figure that stuff out? {challenging}
Burick: I see no reason to do your own work and give you more rope to hang me with. {guarded}
// Nobody said anything about hanging.
Burick: It's only an expression. {dismissive}
Burick: I'm cooperating. But I don't see why I should trust someone I don't know or trust with more details than they need. {guarded}
// It would be helpful for my investigation.
Burick: It would be helpful for my business if you just let me go. {practical}
Burick: But I'm not demanding that. You can give me the same etiquette. {measured}
// Would you be willing to do my work for me?
Burick: Sure, but I have no use for your emeralds. {dry}
Burick: It's been a while since I've had some rabbit roast. Get some of that for me and I'll see what I can do {normal}
Burick: I have enough of them as is. {normal}
Burick: Most of the time I trade in kind anyway. {informing}
// I brought you some rabbit roast.
Burick: Huh. I didn't think you actually would, thanks. {mildly surprised}
Burick: Anyway, I'm terse because I'm used to being. It doesn't really have anything to do with you. {matter of fact}
Burick: I spend so much time alone by myself in the woods that I'm not used to making conversation, even when it's needed. {reflecting}
Burick: Sorry, you seem nice, I wish I could be of more use to your investigation. {apologetic}
Burick: I did not and I would not hazard a guess as to who did. {normal}
Burick: Alright {normal}
Burick: Okay. {normal}
// Who do you think did?
Burick: I don't know and you're not getting a guess out of me. {firm}
Burick: I could have missed something, but I didn't see any of us do it. {measured}
Burick: I didn't. {direct}
Burick: Yes. {normal}
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???: It's nice to meet you too. I'm Cerisa, a petty thief. /$Cerisa {casual}
Cerisa: I snuck into the festival to snag shiny trinkets and whatever else I could get my hands on. {casual}
Cerisa: I was also completely uninvolved in who or what tried to burn down the wickerman, so you can let me go whenever you're ready to. {confident}
Cerisa: Did you have anything else you wanted to know? {calm}
// Why are you admitting that you're a thief?
Cerisa: Because you'd figure it out one way or another, I don't have a more respectable occupation to cover it up with that you wouldn't quickly disprove. {logical}
Cerisa: It'd be irrational to hide my criminal nature when that is precisely what you're searching for. {analytical}
Cerisa: If I deceived you and you found out, you would surely take it as evidence that I had even more to hide. {reasoning}
Cerisa: My solitary purpose right now is to convince you that I did not try to burn the effigy. I can deal with the consequences of being exposed as a thief later. {focused}
// So you won't lie to me at all?
Cerisa: Of course not, that would be contrary to my overall purpose. {calm}
Cerisa: Mind you, I don't expect you to believe me when I say that. You should definitely act as though I am lying to you. {pragmatic}
Cerisa: But I won't. You trusting me is my best ticket out of this mess. {direct}
// Why are you so insistent on not wanting to be found to have tried to burn the wickerman? Do you fear the consequences that much?
Cerisa: I do. I have no idea what they'd do to me and I don't want to find out. {serious}
Cerisa: From what I was able to overhear between you and the organizer, it sounds like you're looking for a changeling. {observant}
Cerisa: And based on what they do to just an effigy of a changeling, I have absolutely no desire to find out what would happen to me if they actually thought I was one. {uneasy}
Cerisa: I'll take whatever punishment my thievery gets me and move on. {resigned}
// Do you work alone?
Cerisa: Yes. Being outside of a clan, there's no one particularly trustworthy in the Mistwoods. {matter of fact}
Cerisa: With the changelings, even if I were to find a partner, I don't know how to make medallions and so could never be sure they weren't killed and replaced. {analytical}
Cerisa: It's much easier this way, I assure you. {confident}
// Who do you steal from?
Cerisa: Whoever I can. For the most part it's the clans, they can be shockingly lazy if you know where you're looking. {casual}
Cerisa: I have stolen a bit from the military when their watch lapses, although that's obviously much harder to pull off. {casual}
Cerisa: Not personally, no. I've heard some rumors though. {normal}
Cerisa: Hard to tell fact from fiction, but they certainly seem to be a nasty bunch. {skeptical}
Cerisa: I wouldn't be surprised to hear one tried to break into the festival. {speculative}
// Did you see who burned down the wickerman?
Cerisa: Not directly, no. But of the three of us, I was the farthest from where the flame was kindled. {informing}
Cerisa: I may have seen one of the other two suspects move, but I can't be positive about that. {uncertain}
Cerisa: If I had more information I would of course provide it. {cooperative}
Cerisa: Of course, I'll talk about whatever you want. {calm}
// Why did you burn down the wickerman?
Cerisa: Ah, have you decided to try and play confrontational? {dry}
Cerisa: That's fine, I will reiterate that I didn't do it. Whether you believe me or not, that is the truth. {firm}
Cerisa: My fate lies entirely in your hands, so to speak. You don't have to engage in theatrics to intimidate me, you are exactly as scary as you were before. {controlled}
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Festival Organizer: No, I don't, I don't think it's anything to worry about though. {reassuring}
Festival Organizer: Lots of attendees bring their own food and drink. Most likely, one of them discarded it somewhere they thought no one would see. {dismissive}
Festival Organizer: The only crime here is littering. {lighthearted}
Festival Organizer: Come back to me once you've found what they're all hiding. {normal}
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Arris: Um, no, I don't think so. {uncertain}
Arris: Sorry if you were hoping I had. {apologetic}
// I found this burnt medallion, confirming what I was told by a former clan member of yours. You were exiled for theft.
Arris: I- I- I- {panicked}
Arris: Yes I was exiled from my clan and yes I did lie to you but I promise I didn't do anything else bad. {confessing}
Arris: I don't know who burned down the wickerman but it wasn't me, you have to believe me. {desperate}
Arris: I only lied because I panicked and I'm sorry for panicking but please please please you cannot tell them that I'm a changeling or whatever. {panicked}
Arris: Please. {pleading}
// Why were you exiled?
Arris: Because they all thought I stole something! Even though I promise, I promise I didn't. {defensive}
Arris: I was supposed to be keeping watch over our clan's stores. And I don't know how, but a box of our special green tea went missing. {confused}
Arris: I promise I didn't steal it, I really do. But none of them believed me, it somehow disappeared. {desperate}
Arris: They said I had lost years of trust with them, over something I swear I didn't do, and kicked me out. {hurt}
Arris: Since then, I've been having to find my own way to survive. I've, uh, not been very good at that. {downcast}
// How long ago was this?
Arris: Maybe a week? I- I- I'm not exactly sure. It has been difficult keeping track of time. {uncertain}
// Was this the first time something like that happened?
Arris: Yes! I've never lost anything like that before and I definitely haven't stolen anything ever at all. {firm}
Arris: ... Although, I was caught sleeping while on watch a few times. And my clan got really upset with me for that, even though I promise nothing bad happened. {nervous}
Arris: I wasn't trying to sleep, but it's so hard to stay up all night while nothing is happening. {defensive}
// Why did you come to the festival?
Arris: Oh, uh, well you know. I was, um. {nervous}
Arris: Running out of food. {quiet}
Arris: And this was the only place I could think of that would have any and I really missed not having to run across the Mistwoods trying to forage and I really really hate being exiled and I need somewhere to go. {overwhelmed}
Arris: Sorry, I didn't mean to dump all my troubles on you. {apologetic}
Arris: ... {hesitant}
Arris: Um. If it wouldn't be too much to ask. {careful}
Arris: Would you mind getting me a Fortune Cookie? {tentative}
Arris: I don't want to burden you or anything and I know I just lied to you and you're trying to investigate me for a horrible crime, but I'm really hungry and didn't get a chance to eat before you all shoved me in here. {embarrassed}
Arris: Thank you so so so so much. {grateful}
// Here, take this.
Arris: Thank you! I don't think I've had one of these since I was a kid. {relief}
Arris: Here, let me read my fortune to you. {hopeful}
Arris: "Beware some of those closest to you! They may not be what they seem." {reading}
Arris: That, uh, would have been more useful a couple weeks ago. {awkward}
// No. 
Arris: O- okay. {deflated}
Arris: Sorry for asking. {apologetic}
Arris: Sorry. Please don't think I did whatever I can tell you think I did. {fearful}
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Burick: No. {firm}
Burick: What else would I need? I'm sure while you were violating my privacy you snooped through my stuff. I have nothing to hide. {cold}
Burick: There simply isn't much excess gear that I need as a merchant. {normal}
Burick: ... {silent}
Burick: You're not believing that, are you. {displeased}
Burick: Fine. I'm not really a merchant. {relenting}
Burick: I'm a scavenger. I was born without a clan and have lived my entire life without one. {explaining}
Burick: When pressed, I pose as a merchant. I've spent enough time wandering the Mistwoods that I have enough knowledge to be one. {explaining/defensive}
Burick: Still though, that's all. I won't pretend I didn't lie to you, but beside that I'm telling the truth. {confident}
Burick: I don't know who tried to burn down the wickerman or why. It certainly wasn't me. {confident}
// Why are you attending the festival?
Burick: There's not much to do out in the wilderness. Only so many times I can forage the same bush for food or admire the same river. {explaining}
Burick: I get lonely. I still am lonely. {melancholic}
Burick: The festival is the only time of year I really get to be with others, I've been attending for years now. {explaining}
Burick: Not that I can speak to anyone much. They might realize I'm not supposed to be here. {bitter}
// How did you actually get in?
Burick: I've managed to find a spot in the Aldwell wall where you can leap over and the guards can't see. I'm amazed they haven't fixed it yet. {informing}
Burick: Come to think of it, if someone else was coming here uninvited, that's probably how they got in too. {thoughtful}
// How did you get that massive box of green tea?
Burick: I found it lying on the ground a few weeks ago, cracked open and half empty. {explaining}
Burick: Someone must have lost it or something, maybe a patrol of soldiers? That would be odd though, they're usually quite tidy. {contemplating}
Burick: It could have been one of the clans too. At least one of them knows how to produce the stuff. {speculating}
Burick: I don't know, but I'm glad I found it! It's been too long since I've managed to drink any. {uncaring}
Burick: I hope you didn't confiscate it while you were snooping through my home. {distrustful}
Burick: My parents were exiled, I think? {uncertain}
Burick: I've never really gotten the entirety of that story, so I'm unsure. {explaining}
Burick: I don't really feel like going deeper into it than that. {distant}
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Cerisa: I can't say I have. {normal}
Cerisa: There's not much distinctive about it though, except for that odor. {explaining}
// I found this box of soldier's gear. It was set down exactly where you snuck in the festival.
Cerisa: That would be because it's mine. {matter of fact}
Cerisa: Your investigation is quite impressive, I'll admit. I was not expecting anyone to find those, I must not have disposed of them properly. {impressed/explaining}
Cerisa: I am a deserter from the military, as of a couple days ago. My stop here is a temporary respite to steal whatever I can before disappearing into the Mistwoods as far as I can. {explaining}
// You lied to me!
Cerisa: No I didn't. I am a thief who came to the festival in part to steal petty trinkets. Nothing I told you was a lie. {brazen}
Cerisa: I'll grant that I did not tell you things you might have been interested in knowing, but that is only because you never asked about them. {brazen}
Cerisa: Had you asked me if I was a former soldier, I would have provided you with all the information you are being given right now. {explaining}
// This seems counterproductive to your goal of getting me to trust you.
Cerisa: Yes, it is to a degree. But you have to understand, you trusting me isn't my only strategy to get out of this. {uncaring}
Cerisa: It was a gamble to avoid mentioning my desertion. I had to weigh the odds of you finding evidence of my desertion with the danger I might be in by admitting to it. {explaining}
Cerisa: With hindsight, I bet wrongly, but I don't think my bet was irrational. {explaining}
Cerisa: Had you been a worse investigator or gotten a bit less lucky, it would have paid off immensely. {explaining}
Cerisa: And I trust that even now, you are a fair enough judicator you will look at the facts and only the facts. {implying}
Cerisa: The facts that show I had nothing to do with what you're investigating. {confident}
// I could report you to the military right now.
Cerisa: You could. And if you did you would be personally and entirely responsible for my death. {explaining}
Cerisa: Should you choose to, I hope my face haunts your nightmares for the rest of your life. {threatening}
Cerisa: But I don't think you will. {confident}
Cerisa: I'll admit I struggle to express this in words, but you don't seem the type. {explaining}
Cerisa: You couldn't really go through with something like that. {assessing}
// Why did you desert?
Cerisa: Military life was too stifling for me. So many direct orders that I can do nothing but obey. {explaining}
Cerisa: And it was so boring. Most of my time was spent standing still, watching for threats that never came. {explaining}
Cerisa: So I left. I wish them all the best and apologize to Her Majesty for my inability to serve her as I wanted to, but my time soured me on the whole affair. {explaining}
// Is there anything you're not telling me?
Cerisa: Oh, I see you're getting better at this. {teasing}
Cerisa: Yes, the other reason I left was the brutality of it. I do not handle blood well and was unprepared for the amount of blood I would see. {explaining}
Cerisa: Most of the time, being a soldier is dull. Mind numbingly so. But the few times it was not made me wish more than anything in the world that I could be bored. {explaining}
Cerisa: I'm not even sure the violence was wrong, I just cannot participate in it. {certain}
// Why did you join the military?
Cerisa: Unpleasant life at home. There was nothing for me to stay behind for. The military seemed like my best way out. {explaining}
Cerisa: I think I would make the same choice again, even knowing how it would end. There's no way I could stay there for much longer. {explaining}
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Festival Organizer: You think you know who the changeling is? {curious}
Festival Organizer: Keep looking then. Return here once you've made a decision. {normal}
Festival Organizer: You look like you have something on your mind, what is it? {inquiring}
// Is there hidden security at this festival?
Festival Organizer: Ah, I see your investigations have borne fruit. {approving}
Festival Organizer: Yes. As you have seen, people tend to let their guard down at the festival in a way they normally wouldn't. {informative}
Festival Organizer: They are a necessity to ensure any unexpected guests are swiftly taken care of. {firm}
// They caused the small fire that almost burnt down the wickerman!
Festival Organizer: I suspect you're probably right. And yet, that is irrelevant. {dismissive}
Festival Organizer: You will tell me they are reckless and a danger to others. I don't disagree, but I encourage you to look at the wider picture. {measured}
Festival Organizer: If we let up our vigilance for even a moment, we have already lost our war. Our clans and families will be infiltrated within the day. {grave}
Festival Organizer: Their recklessness prevents this. In a case where the smallest failure would be catastrophe, recklessness becomes necessity. {justifying}
Festival Organizer: Imagine they had not acted rashly in throwing a bottle of fuel onto the already lit flame. {speculative}
Festival Organizer: They did not create the flame, someone else must have been hoping to gain from it. {analytical}
Festival Organizer: Their actions, while dangerous, prevented any fiends from exploiting the opportunity. We took it out of their control. {defensive}
Festival Organizer: Whatever risk their actions created was worth the price. {resolute}
Festival Organizer: Apologies for rambling, I assure you though that safety is our top concern. Whatever the price. {controlled}
Festival Organizer: You've dug into them all and have found something? Excellent. {pleased}
Festival Organizer: So, who do you think tried to burn down the wickerman? {expectant}
Festival Organizer: I understand your reticence to pick one. We don't have anything close to the information required to make a proper judgment. {acknowledging}
Festival Organizer: But you cannot allow that to stop you. We do not have the luxury to close our eyes and pretend it didn't happen. {firm}
Festival Organizer: Please, from the inevitably incomplete investigation you conducted, tell me who you think lit that flame. {insistent}
// Really, I don't think any of them did it.
Festival Organizer: Very well then. I am disappointed, but understand. {restrained}
Festival Organizer: I will take care of things from this point forward. {normal}
Festival Organizer: In thanks for saving the wickerman, there will be a seat saved for you when you are ready to watch it burn. {formal}
Festival Organizer: Enjoy the rest of the festival. {polite}
Festival Organizer: Suspect 1? Very well. I will take care of things from here. {decisive}
Festival Organizer: Suspect 2? Very well. I will take care of things from here. {decisive}
Festival Organizer: Suspect 3? Very well. I will take care of things from here. {decisive}
Festival Organizer: Again, thank you so much for your help. I cannot emphasize enough how much you assisting in this matter for us allowed the festival to be a success. {grateful}
Festival Organizer: Enjoy the rest of the festival, and make sure to watch the wickerman burn! I'll save a special seat for you near the front as a sign of our appreciation. {gratitude}
Festival Organizer: You children of the Mistwoods gather round {calling}
Festival Organizer: To gaze upon this relic from years past {ceremonial}
Festival Organizer: This effigy, of ancient foes we fought {ceremonial}
Festival Organizer: In memory, we will again ignite {ceremonial}
Festival Organizer: An ancient beast, rebuilt with plank and straw {ceremonial}
Festival Organizer: What once was flesh, reconstitute as wood {ceremonial}
Festival Organizer: All monsters, old and new, must meet their end {ceremonial}
Festival Organizer: All fiends must burn! Must broil and char and melt {ceremonial}
Festival Organizer: Substance beside, all that remains persists {ceremonial}
Festival Organizer: As blackened corpse, no threat there can exist {ceremonial}