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The Legendary Libertine
There they found a man passed out by side of the the road. He was rather... polite. His name was Helnar. It seems his dancing partner had had quite enough of his skirt-chasing. Of course, he wasn’t the only one who had left his home behind. He decided to find his partner and join our heroes in their quest for primal crystals.
Their search to find out more about primal crystals leads (Captain) and company to a lush and verdant island.
Our heroes found themselves at the far end of a gentle, winding country road.
Vyrn: Whew... doesn't seem like we're gonna find any monsters or Imperials around here.
Lyria: You said it! It's like we're having a nice stroll isn't it, (Captain)?
Lyria: Hm? I thought I heard something...
Lyria: This is bad! There's someone laying over there!
Strange Man: Oh, and now I'm blushing. To think such beauty would find me in such an ill-fitting state.
Strange Man: Of course, had I not been in this state, you would never have found me in the first place... Ah, the heavens do smile upon me...
Vyrn: Hey... Not to cut in, but do you mind filling us in on something? We find you conked out by the side of the road...
Vyrn: And you got yourself a whopper of a lump... you get attacked by monsters?
Helnar: Ah, where are my manners? Call me Helnar. A humble wandering entertainer.
Helnar: To tell you the truth, I'd been traveling with my partner. A dancer...
Helnar began to tell his tale, his eyes had a faraway look. He spoke of the beginning of his travels, long ago... back when he and his partner left their home.
Both of them had dreamed they would become household names on every island. They lived as nomads, hopping from town to town.
Finally, Helnar's story reached the point of where he got the rather sizable lump on his head. It was sure to be an amazing tale...
Or so they thought...
Vyrn: So, uh... you spent all the money you made trying to pick up girls at the bar...
Vyrn: And then your partner knocked you out. Is that about right?
Helnar: Yeah... she knocked my lights out. And who would illuminate them again but Lyria, an angel from the heavens?
Lyria: Er... excuse me! What happened to the dancer? You should probably say you're sorry...
Helnar: Who knows?
Vyrn: What's that supposed to mean? She's your partner, right? You're not gonna apologize?
Helnar: This isn't the first time her temper has gotten the better of her. She'll be back. Just give it a little time...
Helnar: Or so I thought. I think I may have really done it this time.
Vyrn: What? What happened?
Helnar: She told me she was done with this island.
Helnar: It was the first day of our trip, after we'd left home. We made a vow... Whenever we leave, we leave together.
Helnar: But that promise ended here. As did our journey...
Vyrn: C'mon, dude... you reap what you sow.
Lyria: But... you're not just going to give up, are you?
Helnar: What else am I to do? If she doesn't want to be with me, I'm not going to chase her...
Lyria: You're thinking about it all wrong! It's not about what she wants. What do you want, Helnar?
Lyria: What if something happens? What if you never get to see her again?!
Lyria: Helnar... if you want to be with her, then find her. And apologize.
Helnar: You're right... i do want to be with here. Just once more... again...
Lyria: Well then why don't we find her so you can say you're sorry?
Helnar: The thing is... she didn't exactly leave me with a map...
Lyria: Leave it to us! We've got just the thing! Right, (Captain)?
Lyria: Will you come with us? Joining an order might be just what you need to do to find out where she went!
Helnar: Really?! I’d appreciate that! And I could never refuse an invitation from a lad?
Helnar: I really need to stop doing that...
Helnar: Ah. Ahem. (Captain)... Do you mind having me on board?
Choose: Why are you even asking?
- Why are you even asking?
- We could use you
Helnar: Thanks. No idea why I'm feeling so shy all of a sudden...Choose: We could use you
Helnar: Of course you could. No idea why I'm feeling so shy all of a sudden...Continue 1
Lyria: Hehe. And another one joins the party! This should be fun, (Captain)!
Lyria: We should hurry. That dancer could be closer than we think!
Helnar: Vyrn, was it? I have something pretty big I want to ask you...
Vyrn: What is it? Out with it, already. And why the whispering?
Helnar: This ship of yours. How many ladies can I be expecting?
With the wandering swordsman Helnar added to their ranks, (Captain)'s party once again returns to the sky.
As to the question of whether the loverboy would ever see his partner again, that is a tale for another day...
An Eternal Temptation
Unable to turn down a request from a woman, Helnar accepted a job to hunt monsters, forcing the entire party to go along with it. Sensing the presence of a beautiful woman in the forest, Helnar rushes in. When the party chases after him, they are confronted by a monster.
In a dark forest far from civilization...
(Captain) and company were on a monster hunt requested by a village.
Vyrn: Oh, geez. We managed to defeat all of them... Those monsters were tough.
Rackam: Geez. Why do you keep accepting requests left, right, and center? You gotta know when to quit.
Helnar: You don’t understand anything, Rackam. When a lovely woman asks something of you, you do it.
Katalina: You’re hopeless... Still, I don’t see the monster den anywhere... Well, I suppose it should be enough if we defeated this many.
Vyrn: Hmm? Hey, what's up?
Helnar: Shh! I sense something...
Katalina: Hm...? What is it? Is it a monster’s den?
Helnar: This is... I’m sure of it! I sense the presence of a beautiful woman!
Vyrn: Why you little... Ah! Hey! Wait!
Katalina: Oh, brother... I don’t think he’ll ever change... We have no choice but to go after him. Let’s go, (Captain).
Rackam: Hmm... We've come pretty far into the forest... Where’s this "beautiful woman"?
Rackam: ... tsk. Hey, there’s Helnar. Hey! Let’s go back...
Katalina: ...! A monster?! There’s another one!
Rackam: Let’s go, (Captain)! We have to do this!
An Eternal Temptation: Scene 2
The party finds an eroded tombstone in the middle of the forest. The tombstone belonged to someone of the Erune race, just like Helnar. His people used to live deep within the forest, refusing to interact with people of other races. Without time to look back on this death, monsters suddenly appeared.
Rackam: So? We came this far into the forest, but did you find your beautiful woman?
Rackam: What’s the matter, Helnar? What are you looking at...? What’s this?
Katalina: It’s... a tombstone. Why would there be one so far from civilization?
Helnar: This is a graveyard of the Erune.
Lyria: Erune... So... Your people, Helnar?
Helnar: Yeah. In ancient times, Erune refused to interact with other races and hid deep inside the forests.
Helnar: This graveyard must have been abandoned when the village moved.
Vyrn: Hmm... But looking at you, I have a hard time believing your people hated interacting with others.
Helnar: You think so? But being a bit unpredictable makes you all the more attractive, right?
Katalina: Hm! Monsters again! We’ll talk after we defeat them!
An Eternal Temptation: Scene 3
What was once a village of the Erune had turned into a den of monsters. While they were exterminating the monsters at the village, a powerful monster appeared.
Katalina: Hm... The monster’s den must be close by. Let’s try to look for it.
Helnar: I found it! Over here.
Katalina: Hm? T-This is...
Helnar: This is the ruins of what was once an Erune village. The monsters must have taken over.
Vyrn: I see... Erune villages are in secluded places, far away from anyone else. No wonder we couldn’t find the monster’s den!
Rackam: Hey! Looks like the boss is here! Let’s beat it down!
An Eternal Temptation: Scene 4
Though they had managed to exterminate the monsters, Helnar gets sentimental at the ruins of the Erune village. After returning to the village, cheered on by the young women for his bravery, Helnar returns to his usual flippant self. (Captain) laughs at the sight of it.
Lyria: Watch out! Helnar, behind you!
Helnar: Yeah... Thank you. You saved me, (Captain).
Rackam: Hell Helnar, what was all that about the "presence of a beautiful woman"?
Helnar: Beats me... Maybe I was called by the will of the Erune because I disturbed her slumber.
Helnar: The Erune people only started interacting with other races after a long war.
Helnar: I’m glad I was born to see this time. I get to travel with my dear partner, and I was able to meet you guys, too.
Helnar: Okay! Now that we took care of the monsters, we better report this to the beautiful women at the village!
Katalina: I think I get it... The reason he was so gung-ho was because of his lonely past as a member of the Erune.
Vyrn: Not bad! I see you in a new light now... You're so considerate of your old comrades...
Village Girl: Amazing! You’re great, Helnar! You defeated the boss all by yourself?!
Village Girl: You’re too cool! But it must have been strong. Aren’t you hurt?
Helnar: Haha! No need to worry! Cute girls like you are the source of my strength!
Vyrn: Sigh... Can I take back what I said earlier?
Lyria: You're amazing! Helnar, you’re so popular!
Katalina: Haha! Color me surprised...
Rackam: Oh, brother... I think he’d be like that no matter where he came from...
The swordsman of the Erune race, Helnar, continues to enjoy the company of beautiful women.
The once solitary and proud race may become a frank and open people like him in the near future... Perhaps.
Musings of a Young Man
Helnar spends the early afternoon in his room finishing repairs to a mechanical bird. After the repairs are completed, he invites Vyrn to go with him into town where he intends to participate in a fighting competition.
There's not a cloud in the pure blue skies on this gorgeous, sunny day.
Helnar is cooped up in his room with the smell of glue wafting in the air.
Helnar: The inside's probably okay. Looks like I just need to swap out this part.
It may seem like an ordinary mechanical bird to others, but to Helnar it's an indispensable companion.
Helnar: Don't worry. This won't hurt at all. Everyone needs a tune-up every once in awhile. Now, lie still for me.
Mechanical Bird: Creak, creak.
The bird obeys Helnar's command as if it has a will of its own.
With the bird lying gently on its side, Helnar suddenly stops and glances at his calendar.
Helnar: Oh yeah... Today is...
It's been some time since Helnar lost contact with his partner—the one he left his hometown with.
His bonds with the crew, however, grow deeper as they continue to travel together.
Mechanical Bird: Creak, creak.
Helnar: Whoops, sorry. How rude of me to keep a lady waiting. Let's get started.
Helnar deftly dismantles and reassembles the bird with surgical precision. The maintenance is over in a flash.
Helnar: Perfect. Who's a cute little birdie? Take care until next time.
Helnar smiles as he speaks to the bird in a gentle voice.
Helnar sets his sights on something and leaves the room.
Vyrn: Oh, are you heading out, Helnar?
Helnar: Yeah, I heard there's a festival going on right now. I thought I'd go check it out.
Vyrn: Hahaha. What else are you going to be checking out, hmm?
Helnar: Come on, Vyrn, don't say it like that. Anyway, wanna tag along?
Vyrn: Well... I'm curious to see where you're going, so, yeah, I'll tag along!
Vyrn: Whoa! This place is buzzing! It looks like a fight contest, but why did you want to come here in the first place?
Steely Fighter 1: What the? Look at this chump. How you gonna swing that sword with them skinny little arms? Someone get this guy a twig instead!
Steely Fighter 2: Bwahaha! That's a good one! Hey, skinny-bones! You ready to dance?
Helnar: Sigh. What a total lack of refinement and class. I think this calls for a smackdown.
Vyrn: You sure you want to enter? Those guys look pretty tough.
Helnar: You think I can't handle them? Don't worry. I'll pull out before I get hurt.
Musings of a Young Man: Scene 2
Helnar's brilliant swordplay makes short work of his opponents, but instead of soaking in the adulation of the crowd, he and Vyrn run off to a bar. He tries to hide his identity from the other patrons, but an old woman with knowledge of his past compels him to tell the story of his adolescence.
Helnar: Whew, I've gotten a bit rusty. I bet no one noticed though.
Onlooker 1: What just happened? I saw some quick flashes, and then it was over!
Onlooker 2: How breathtaking! Oh, Mr. Swordsman, please, please look my way!
The crowd cheers at Helnar's brilliant swordsmanship, but he remains stoic despite his victory.
Vyrn: That was awesome, Helnar! You should wave back to everyone... Hey! Where are you going?
Helnar: I'd love to have a chat with my adoring lady fans, but let's get out of here for now.
Vyrn: But why? Hey, wait up!
Onlooker 2: Huh? Mr. Swordsman? Where are you going?
Vyrn: Hey, you won the fight and everything, so why did we have to run away?
Helnar: Eh, it's fine. Forget about that. What do you want to drink? Oh look, they've got apple juice here.
Vyrn: Really? Now that's what I'm talkin' about! Gimme a glass of apple juice, mister!
Bartender: Comin' right up. Say, aren't you the swordsman chap that showed up at the fighting thing just now?
Helnar: Hahaha. Sorry, you've got me confused for someone else.
Bartender: Huh. Izzat right? You looked so alike I musta gotten you two mixed up. Sorry 'bout that.
Helnar: Nah, it happens. No biggie.
Vyrn: Um, that chap was you, wasn't it? Why are you trying to hide it?
Helnar: I don't believe I've ever called myself a swordsman. I'm just a traveling performer, so it's not like I lied or anything.
Woman 1: It's you, isn't it! The swordsman from before!
Woman 2: You're the one they're calling the Handsome Phantom Fencer that's become the talk of the town. So the rumors were true—you are cute.
Vyrn: Ah, sorry, but you've got it all wrong. This guy—
Helnar: Yo, nice to meet you ladies. The name's Helnar the Traveling Performer, but please just call me Helnar.
Woman 1: So you're not the swordsman? But you look exactly like him... On the bright side, we've still got a nice catch!
Woman 2: Whaddaya say? Wanna come join us? We've got a spare glass for you.
Helnar: Let's drop the act, shall we? Bartender! Can you bring that table the finest drinks you've got?
Woman 1: Oooh, wonderful! Come sit next to me, Helnar!
Woman 2: Huh? No way! Sit next to me, okay?
Helnar: Haha. Hey, there's plenty of me to go around.
Vyrn: Oy, this had nothing to do with the festival after all.
Vyrn: Sheesh. Now I gotta put up with all that gross perfume!
Helnar: Lighten up, Vyrn. It's good to get some male bonding in every once in a while, yeah?
Vyrn: Says the guy who's surrounded by girls.
Old Woman: You there. Young 'un. You're that swordsman, ain'tcha? You don't fool me.
Helnar: Whoa. There's no denying it if you put it that way.
Vyrn: Were you watching the competition, granny?
Old Woman: Yes. The way you handled your sword reminded me of a blademaster who passed on years ago.
Old Woman: Mmm... To think that I'd one day bear witness to such swordsmanship again. I'm glad to have lived this long. Hehe...
Vyrn: Hm? What're you guys talking about?
Helnar: Can you keep it at that, miss? There are some things I'd prefer to tell my friends myself.
Old Woman: Oh dear, oh dear. That was quite rude of me. Well then, I'm sure we'll meet again...
Vyrn: Hey, hey, was that granny a friend of yours? What were you two talkin' about? It was totally over my head.
Helnar: I suppose it would be. Shall we go somewhere else? Bartender, check please.
Vyrn: So? What's the deal with that old lady?
Helnar: Remember how she mentioned a blademaster that passed on? A blademaster that I resemble so much? That was my father.
Vyrn: She was talking about your father, eh? Um, so he's...
Helnar: Yeah, he's no longer around. It's been a while since then, I guess.
Helnar: Actually, today's a special day. Shall I tell you a story from my past? I don't think it's all that interesting, so don't read too much into it.
Helnar pauses briefly before quietly recounting his tale.
Musings of a Young Man: Scene 3
Young Helnar hones his swordsmanship under the tutelage of his strict father while practicing sword dancing with a young dancer. He realizes that he's only using the sword dancing sessions as a means of escape from his father's shadow, which leads him to abandon his home, the sword, and the dancer.
Helnar's father had devoted his life to the way of the sword and was peerless in ability. Truly, he made all fellow Erunes proud.
It's rare to see an Erune face opponents with such quiet, focused ferocity. His prowess was admired by many far and wide.
Helnar: To me, my father was a frightening figure. He was a man of few words, and I never knew what he was thinking.
Helnar: On those rare occasions he did talk to me, it was always, Don't do this and don't do that.
Vyrn: Yikes. Your dad was really strict.
Helnar: Yeah. But the fact that no one could measure up to him just made me admire him even more.
Helnar: When I was young, I dreamed of one day standing on equal footing with my father. I trained everyday as if my life depended on it.
Helnar: I'd participate in all kinds of fighting competitions and crush the opposition.
Vyrn: Ooh! Just like how you wiped the floor with those guys earlier!
Helnar: Heh. I figured if I won all these competitions, my father would be proud of me.
Vyrn: Yeah! Your dad must've been thrilled!
Helnar: Nope. He never once complimented me.
Vyrn: Seriously? Why not?
Helnar: Other adults would praise me, calling me the great son who'd inherited his father's gifts.
Helnar: But the only one who never acknowledged me was Father. That's what I was afraid of most.
Vyrn: Yeah. He sounds scarier the more I hear about him.
Helnar: Actually, he probably just wasn't good at expressing his feelings...
Helnar: Oh yeah, that's around the time I met my dancing partner.
Vyrn: I had no idea you guys went that far back.
Helnar: I guess. We've been through a lot together, she and I.
Vyrn: You were aiming to be a blademaster like your dad, so what happened to that? Why did you become a traveling performer instead?
Vyrn: You told everyone at the bar that you're not a swordsman.
Helnar: Haha. Chill out and listen, Vyrn.
Helnar: After I met that dancer, I began to spend more and more time with her because we complemented each other's skills.
Helnar: I was captivated by her graceful dancing, and she was taken with how I handled the sword.
Helnar: And that is when I first learned the art of sword dancing.
Helnar: I'd sneak away after practice and relish the fun we spent training together.
Helnar: At the same time, I still felt the need to become a famous swordsman, and desperately sought my father's approval.
Helnar: At one point, my father was chosen as the judge for an upcoming sword fighting tournament.
Helnar: Finally, I thought, this was my big chance. If I won, he'd surely give me the approval I'd been seeking.
Helnar: I trained my butt off for that day. I was gonna take the floor and show him everything I had.
With trophy in hand, Helnar walks over to his father.
Helnar's Father: Are you satisfied with this?
Young Helnar: W-what do you mean?
Helnar's Father: You heard me.
Young Helnar: Yes, I'm satisfied... You were judging the competition.
Young Helnar: I trained hard every day in order to win and I did. That means you've acknowledged my abilities, right?
His voice quivers with uncertainty, traces of desperation lingering in each word that comes out.
Helnar's Father: And you're satisfied by that? Useless. Fine, get back to your room.
Young Helnar: !
His father's flippant remark triggers years of frustration to boil over, and Helnar erupts in fury.
Young Helnar: Why won't you acknowledge me! Tell me what I'm doing wrong! I work hard each day so that I can be like you—
Helnar's Father: Is that what you think I want?
Young Helnar: !
Vyrn: Did your dad really say that?
Helnar: Yeah, it hit me right in the gut. Makes you wanna cry, doesn't it?
Helnar: After I heard him say that, I had no idea what to do with myself. What was I working so hard for after all these years?
Helnar: I started skipping practice and staying out late.
Helnar: But it was more like I knew my father would be pissed off that I was playing hooky, so I didn't want to go home.
Helnar: There was one thing I couldn't let go though. Sword dancing with her was the only thing that kept me going during those rough days.
Young Dancer: Isn't it time for you to choose your own path, Helnar?
Young Helnar: What do you mean, my own path?
Young Dancer: Oh, come now. I'm saying that we should continue down the path of sword dancing.
Young Dancer: Surely, you want the same thing.
Young Helnar: ...
Helnar comes to realize that he's been running away from his desire to get stronger, using their training sessions as a means of escaping from reality.
But for the boy whose only wish had been to stand at the same level as his father, he couldn't think of any other goal to pursue.
Young Helnar: Look, I honestly don't know what I should do. So why can't I keep doing this until I figure it out?
However, that's not what the young lady wants to hear.
Young Dancer: No matter how many times I've had to pick up after you, or how many times I've had to put up with your bad habits, I've always respected how much faith you put in the sword.
Young Dancer: As your partner, I thought I could turn a blind eye to your self-serving actions.
Young Dancer: But I've had it! A man who's nothing more than a withered shell of his former self could never be my partner!
Young Dancer: You can go and act like a sullen child all you want! See if I care!
Helnar: And that's how I lost both my way of the sword and my partner.
Vyrn: Ouch. That's rough, pal.
Helnar: Yeah. I left after that without a trace. I tried looking for a place where no one knew who I was.
Helnar: Sigh, I was such a brat back then, wasn't I? It wasn't long after I'd left that I found out Father had passed away.
The clock rewinds to when Helnar first receives news of his father's passing.
Helnar Gets His Groove Back
The young dancer tells him that his father was unable to express his true intentions properly and that he regrets his harsh words toward Helnar. After much introspection, Helnar reconciles with the dancer after making a public apology.
News of the legendary blademaster's death travels quickly, but in one remote mountaintop village, Helnar is left in the dark.
Tourist: Hm, you kinda look like the Erune blademaster that died last month. Are you a local?
Helnar: Wait, what did you say?
Helnar hurries back to his hometown and finds it exactly as he'd left it.
The village is calm and quiet with no signs of his father's departure, save for one spotless gravestone in the cemetery.
Dancer: Well, well. Look who's back.
Dancer: It's been exactly one month since Mr. Heuster passed away.
Dancer: It's all right. I won't ask you where you've been or what you've been doing.
Dancer: Moving on, let me tell you Mr. Heuster's last words.
Dancer: After all, it could be a while before I see you again.
Helnar simply stares at the gravestone in dumbfounded silence.
Dancer: Mr. Heuster thought the world of his son.
Dancer: Anyone could achieve what Mr. Heuster did through hard work, but you possess an even greater talent to go beyond that. He personally feared he was a limitation.
Dancer: He didn't want you to chase after him, but to come out from his shadow and follow your own convictions.
Helnar: W-what are you saying?
Dancer: I told you already. I'm only relaying what Mr. Heuster said to me.
Dancer: Sigh. Whether you choose to believe it or not is up to you. Anyway, there's more.
Dancer: It was only natural for you to perceive his comments as scorn.
Dancer: The truth is, he knew he wasn't good at expressing his thoughts. I watched him say all this with a pained look on his face.
Helnar: When did he—
Dancer: Just before you went missing. He thought he'd spoken too harshly to you.
Dancer: He wanted me to know how his bluntness probably crushed your hopes and dreams.
Dancer: Your father also seemed to know about our practice sessions.
Dancer: He said to me, I've never seen him swinging his sword so enthusiastically before. Do you know why? It's because he likes magic more than the sword.
Dancer: It was as if he'd been watching us.
Dancer: After you disappeared, Mr. Heuster was overcome with regret.
Dancer: I told him it wasn't his fault—that you wouldn't get so bent out of shape over a simple argument.
Dancer: Well, I guess I was wrong about that.
Dancer: You're the son of a legendary blademaster, but what do you have to say for yourself?
Dancer: Well, that no longer concerns me.
Dancer: That's all I have to say to you. Good day.
Helnar lets the words sink in as he watches her leave.
He stands in front of his father's grave in helpless solitude while his heart tears at itself within his chest.
Helnar: Haha... Give me a break...
Helnar: It doesn't matter where you go; you're as strict as ever. Isn't that right, Father?
A few days later...
A solo dancer enters the spotlight at a local fighting tournament.
Steely Fighter: Oo-hoo-hoo. My opponent is this cutie? How about we ditch the fight and go have some fun?
Dancer: What are you looking at! That's absolutely vulgar! Show some respect to your opponent before a fight!
???: Is there any man alive who isn't bewitched by your beauty?
Sensing the woman's impending danger before a formidable opponent, another figure emerges from the shadows.
Helnar: My lovely Gayne. Are you unharmed?
Dancer: What are you doing here? You pop out of nowhere and start spouting this nonsense?
Helnar: If meeting you was fate, then sword dancing with you must also be fate.
Helnar: With your exquisite footwork and my consummate swordplay...
Helnar: Let me be the yin to your yang.
Helnar: What do you say, Gayne? Shall we dance together, side by side?
Dancer: Huh? Don't go deciding things on your own!
Helnar: Sorry, Gayne. It's just that I want to follow this path in life—with you.
Dancer: Sniff... Just don't fall behind, okay?
Helnar Gets His Groove Back: Scene 2
Vyrn listens intently as Helnar finishes his tale of how the deep bond between him and his dancing partner came to be. Feeling energized by the story, Vyrn can't wait to return to the Grandcypher to see (Captain).
The dancing duo's coordinated movements elicit thunderous applause from the crowd, and they make a vow to travel the world together.
Vyrn: Wow. To think you had such a past...
Helnar: The me who desperately tried to be like Father ceased to exist that day. I became free to live my own life.
Helnar: Yeah. She saved me from myself. She's not just my partner—she's my guardian angel.
Vyrn: It's a good thing you met her! Makes me want to go see (Captain) now!
Helnar: Hahaha. You said it. We've been talking for quite a while. We should head back soon.
Vyrn: Yeah! It's gotten dark outside, so watch out for monsters!
Helnar Gets His Groove Back: Scene 3
Back at the airship, Helnar's dancing partner, Gayne, surprises him by showing up unexpectedly and suggests that they separate for good after misinterpreting Helnar's reason for joining the fighting competition. He makes a heartfelt plea to let him dance with her once more, which she accepts, but their road ahead continues to be long and complicated.
Lyria: Vyrn! Helnar! You two finally made it back. I've been waiting for you!
Vyrn: Hey, Lyria! Were you waiting for us so we could all eat dinner together?
Lyria: Um, no, it's not that...
???: Oh, you're finally back, huh? Seriously, how long were you going to make me wait? You haven't changed a bit!
Helnar: Gasp... Gayne?
Vyrn: Say what! That girl with frills is the dancer you've been looking for?
Lyria: She came here in the afternoon asking for you, Helnar. She's been like this the whole time!
Gayne: Is this your answer?
Helnar: What are you talking about?
Gayne: Humph. The Phantom Fencer. Thanks for showing me you that haven't lost your touch.
Gayne: You know the significance of this day. If that's your answer, then I have nothing more to say to you.
Gayne: It's time to decide. Can I assume we'll be going our own separate ways?
Helnar: Gayne. Hear me out.
Gayne: Humph. Why should I listen to you?
Helnar: Sigh. I'm not a swordsman. I'm your one and only partner, Helnar. Did you forget that?
Gayne: Stop it. I'm fed up with being your partner!
Helnar: Please don't say that, Gayne. I've never once forgotten the vow we made when we left town together.
Helnar: Even my father confided in you.
Helnar: Won't you give me another chance to be your partner?
Gayne: How many times have I done that, only for you to turn your back on me?
Gayne: You made a vow to only yourself.
Helnar: Yeah, I know. I... The path I selfishly chose was for my own sake.
Helnar: But I've realized that I'll never be able to achieve my dreams without you.
Helnar: My feelings have never changed since the day your dancing captivated me. Gayne... I'm sorry.
Helnar: Please, I'm begging you. Won't you let me be your partner again?
Gayne's normally snappy comebacks fall silent at Helnar's sincere plea.
She meets his piercing gaze and catches a glimpse of his firm resolve.
After some time passes...
Gayne: If you've truly reflected on your heart, then I accept your apology.
Gayne: The fact that you're still the best partner I've ever had hasn't changed.
Helnar: Thank you, Gayne. Our performances will definitely make them shout our names throughout the skydoms!
The two hold each other's hands and vow to start anew.
Vyrn: Phew, so are we finally back to normal?
Lyria: I'm so glad those two made up!
Old Woman: Ah, seems like you've got your father's way with words as well.
Lyria: Wah! Who are you?
Vyrn: Hey, you're that granny from the bar! What are you doing here?
Old Woman: How is everyone? I was just worried about this young man, is all.
Helnar: Forgive me, but have we met before?
Old Woman: Mmm. The more I look at ya, the more ya resemble him. Those eyes, those ears, and those mannerisms... Reminds me of young Heuster.
Lyria: Who is she talking about, Vyrn?
Vyrn: Oh, that's Helnar's dad. He was a famous Erune blademaster.
Helnar: You mentioned something about my father earlier as well. Did you know him?
Old Woman: Oh my, my, my... Why, he was the star of my generation.
Old Woman: All the girls were in love with him.
Old Woman: I met him as the president of the Heuster Fan Club.
Old Woman: Coincidentally, he also fought in the competition you won earlier.
Old Woman: When he strode out into that spotlight, oh dearie me, the shrieks from the girls were deafening. You've still got a ways to go, boyo.
Old Woman: You're not ready to take center stage just yet. Keep growing, young'un, and give this old hag one final show.
Helnar is having a crisis.
The thought of his uptight father having a fan club, with such zealous fans at that, is too much for him to handle.
Helnar: He... He got more girls than me?
Vyrn: Well, I'm sure it's more complicated than that.
Helnar: I won't lose!
Helnar: I don't care if his swordsmanship is better than mine, but I can't—no, I won't—let him beat me when it comes to the ladies!
Vyrn: Uh... What?
Lyria: Um, Helnar? Let's try to calm down, okay?
Helnar: Oops! Shoot, I just acted like an idiot in front of the girls.
Helnar: Ahem. So, uh, Lyria.
Helnar: Given a grey-haired, middle-aged chap or a Helnar in his prime...
Helnar: In the eyes of those poor fan girls, who would you say is more desirable?
Lyria: Huh? Um, um, I don't really know about that kind of stuff...
Helnar: There's no need to be shy. Just let your true feelings escape from those pretty lips of yours.
Gayne: Cut that out this instant! Sheesh. After all that's happened, this doofus still hasn't learned a single thing!
Lyria: Aah! Are you okay, Helnar!
Vyrn: Oy, I don't think you've learned anything either!
Helnar has re-established the strong bonds he shares with his long-time partner, Gayne.
Or so it seems, but there are still many things that need to be ironed out.
Gayne: Now you just stay there and think about what you said!
Vyrn: These two are unbelievable...
Although there are bound to be hiccups along the way, they will surely be able to reach the end of the long road ahead. Well, that's what Vyrn thinks anyway.
Helnar Gets His Groove Back.
So Close, Yet So Far
Helnar and Gayne has a most inauspicious reunion at a town’s harvest festival. Gayne was enraged at her erstwhile partner Helnar and tried to leave him. Though the pair were at odds again, as soon as monsters suddenly appeared they launched into a dazzling sword dance.
During their journey, the party crossed paths with a rather intriguing duo. Gayne the dancer and Helnar, the itinerant entertainer.
The party hoped to reunite the two partners, thinking perhaps they'd share another blade dance. They were missing a key ingredient, however. Helnar himself.
Vyrn: Huh? Where'd that dude get off to? You hear anything, Katalina?
Katalina: Hmm? Helnar, eh? I know he said something about a harvest festival they were doing in town...
Gayne: Bzzt. Wrong. You couldn't wait to leave me on the ship so you could go skipping off to the festival! You could at least look ashamed of yourself!
Lyria: Okay, okay. Just settle down... Helnar had no idea you'd be here...
Gayne: Well, then! Listen up, everyone! I'm going to go and find that chump!
Lyria: Hehe. I just know he'll be surprised to see her.
The party heads to town to find a harvest festival literally in full swing, complete with dances to celebrate this year's great bounty.
There was one circle of watchers in the throng that seemed even livelier than the others. The party decided to check it out.
Dancer 1: Wow! Check out those two! Just look at those moves! They're in perfect sync!
Dancer 2: My, my, my... you're quite quick on your toes.
Helnar: Hehe... the my-my's are mine, my lady. I've never had such a perfect partner in my life.
Gayne: Ugh... men. He leaves me alone to go galumphing around with some other woman...
Dancer 1: I. Can't. Even! Dance with me, Helnar!
Dancer 3: You were so dashing! Pick me! Pick me!
Helnar: Hehe... aren't you a bunch of sweet kittens. There's more than enough Helnar to go around... now let's form a nice and orderly line!
Gayne: Oh, dear... I must say this looks to be quite the lively affair! Would the gentleman perhaps condescend to dance with me?
Helnar: Oh, but of course! If you'd kindly just step to the back of the line...
Helnar: Wait, what? G-Gayne?! What in two hills are you doing here?
Vyrn: Gotta say... Helnar's internal clock must be busted. The guy has no sense of timing.
Gayne: Teehee. And how do you do, Helnar?
Gayne: You've helped me realize something, you know. I realized that I wouldn't want to dance with a hardheaded dandy like you if you were the last man on earth!
Helnar: Wha?! Wait, wait! This isn't what it looks like! Gayne!
Gayne: We're done here, (Captain)! Fool me once... I knew I should've known better than to trust him!
Dancer 1: Ahhhhh! M-m-monsters! Monsters in the town!
Gayne: Quite the ruckus this is! Hmph... they shouldn't known better than to come out when I'm ticked off!
Lyria: Th-this is bad! First they're fighting, and now monsters! We need to do something, (Captain)!
Choose: Gayne's going to need some help!
- Gayne's going to need some help!
- We can't let Helnar get away!
Helnar: Wait, (Captain)!
Helnar: Could you let me take care of this? I'm begging you...Choose: We can't let Helnar get away!
Helnar: And sorry, (Captain)... Didn't mean for you to worry about me.
Helnar: It's decision time. Gotta show her how I feel.Continue 1
Helnar: And I'll apologize... y'know, for what happened. And I'm gonna say it straight out! I want me and her to travel together!
Lyria: Break a leg! Helnar!
Vyrn: Anyway! Helnar! She's gonna see what a real man can be!
Gayne: Psh. You call that dancing? That takes care of the monsters, at least...
Spectator: Wha?! There's still more hidden monsters!
Helnar: My lovely, lovely Gayne. I do hope you aren't hurt?
Gayne: Helnar... what are you...
Helnar: Hehe... who saves a princess in a pinch but her dear prince?
Gayne: Just stop talking, already. Quit being a clown for once in your life.
Helnar: Haha! Still the same Gayne. May I have this dance? Pretty please?
Gayne: Hmph... fine. But this is the last time! You'd better savor it! Helnar
In an instant, the two stood back to back and launched into a blade dance for the ages. Their steps were perfectly timed.
None could look away from their enchanting, liquid grace, and in that instant the monsters ravaging the festival were gone.
Vyrn: Lord have mercy...
Lyria: It's so... so beautiful...
For a single moment, all was silence.
The crowd quickly regained their composure, breaking out in ear-splitting cheers.
Gayne: Well color me impressed! Who knows when you'll hear applause like THAT again...
Helnar: Haha! Aw, shucks! You hear that? I think they're asking us for an encore? How about it?
Gayne: Don't get the wrong idea, mister. Your name is still mud...
Gayne: But you know, when we dance together... There's really no place I'd rather be. So sure. Just this once...
Helnar: Hold it! I'll let you finish, but there's something I need to tell you...
Helnar: I, er... I realize how much I let you down now... You're my partner, Gayne... my only partner. So, uh...
Helnar: Please... could you give me one more chance? We promised each other when we were kids that we'd be world famous. I want to see that happen!
Gayne: Oh, Helnar... me, too...
Mr. Oblivious: Hey! Mr. Helnar! You wanted to party with those dancers, right? Everything's up and running!
Helnar: That's strange. I don't believe I've ever seen you before in my life. Sure you don't got the wrong guy?
Mr. Oblivious: What? Surely you're joking? You are Mr. Helnar, aren’t you? The same Mr. Helnar who told me to gather, and I quote, “the finest jewels among dancers”?
Helnar: Okay, okay! Just. Stop. Talking! I’m begging you!
Helnar: Gayne... it's not what it sounds like, I swear! I did it before I knew you were here, okay? You gotta believe me... don't you?!
Gayne: I think I've heard enough. All right, everyone!Let’s get back to the ship and leave this... man... to his precious jewels.
Vyrn: So much for making up... You all right, Helnar?
Lyria: H-hey! You alright?! Helnar! (Captain)! Do you think you can carry Helnar? I don't think Gayne is going to wait for us!
Just as it seemed Gayne and Helnar had finally patched things up, a man with an exceptionally poor sense of timing brought it all crashing back down.
But still the journey went on. Perhaps time would heal all wounds. Of course, that's a big perhaps.