Scenario:Altair - A Mysterious Gift
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A Mysterious Gift
One winter day, a mysterious package arrives for Altair. He opens it to find a red, formal garment inside with a letter that says it is for him, the true star of the "Holy Night's Miracle." Altair puts it on as he reflects on the nostalgic words written in the letter.
One winter day, (Captain) is on the deck of the Grandcypher when Lyria comes running, holding something in her arms.
Lyria: Vyrn! (Captain)! The mail carrier just dropped off this package.
Lyria: But I don't think there's anyone in our crew expecting one... Do you know anything, (Captain)?
Vyrn: Hmm, can't say that we do. Right, (Captain)?
(Captain) replies that there hasn't been any word about crew members waiting for mail.
Vyrn: I mean, sometimes we get letters, but it's kinda rare for a whole package to just show up.
Vyrn: Is it from the Knickknack Shack?
Lyria: No... Actually, the sender's name isn't written anywhere.
Lyria: The mail carrier checked whether the contents were safe or not, but they weren't able to find out who it's from.
Vyrn: That sounds awfully fishy... Who exactly is it supposed to be for anyway?
(Captain) takes the package from Lyria.
Upon examining it, the captain notices a tiny scribble in the corner of the box that says "For the Silver Strategist."
Vyrn: Oh yeah. Don't they call Specs the "Silver Strategist" sometimes?
Lyria: Then maybe it's a friend from back when Altair was working as a strategist.
Vyrn: You think it's an early holiday present from his friend? Still kinda suspicious though.
Choose: The Silver Strategist?
Lyria: Ooh, that sounds familiar...
Lyria: Wasn't Altair called the "Silver Strategist" before?
Vyrn: Oh, right. This package must be for Specs then.
Vyrn: Specs is pretty absent-minded, so maybe he forgot to tell us he was expectin' mail.
Continue 1
Altair not in crew
Altair once worked as a military strategist for Sphiria, a country known for housing an enormous library called the Hall of Knowledge.
After leaving his country to embark on a search for ancient books across different islands, he encountered (Captain).
Intrigued by (Captain) and company's journey, he now travels together with the crew.
Lyria: I think Altair mentioned he'll be spending the day in his room.
Lyria: He might be waiting for this package, so let's go give it to him, (Captain)!
Lyria: Hello, Altair! Are you there?
Altair: Ah, you're all here. Did you need something from me?
Vyrn: We've got a package addressed to ya! Any idea what it is?
Altair receives the bundle from Lyria and puts a hand to his chin, thinking.
Altair: Hm... That's strange. I don't believe I ordered any books or tea leaves recently.
Vyrn: But it says it's for the "Silver Strategist"... That's you, right?
Altair: Indeed. But sending something addressed to me in this way is rather puzzling in itself.
Altair: Could it be someone I've fought before? Putting my experiences into account, I can't say I haven't given anyone reason to hold a grudge against me...
He carefully inspects the box in his hands.
Altair: I don't see any signs of magic or explosives, and the seal isn't something that's difficult to crack.
Altair: It isn't particularly heavy, and judging from the sound when I shake it... the contents seem to be soft—most likely made of cloth.
Lyria: What do you think we should do, Altair?
Altair: Hm, let's see...
Altair thinks for a while, his expression giving nothing away.
Altair: Receiving a package is a rare occasion, after all. It doesn't appear to be anything dangerous, so why don't we try opening it?
The silver-haired strategist takes out a knife from his pocket and cuts open the seal.
Altair lifts the lid to find a crimson garment folded inside.
Altair: A military uniform? No, it's too bright to be something for wearing on the front lines.
Altair: This is more suited for a high-ranked commander, or as ceremonial wear.
Vyrn: Yeah, it looks pretty fancy.
Vyrn: Hey, a letter fell out when you opened the box.
Vyrn hands over a piece of paper, which Altair begins to read with great interest.
Altair: "This is a formal dress once tailored for a tactician."
Altair: "I am sending this to you in hopes that you will wear it as the true star of the Holy Night's Miracle."
Altair: "I pray you will find it to your liking."
That's all the letter says.
That's all the letter says.
Lyria: That's it? It doesn't say who it's from?
Altair: No, it doesn't seem to be written anywhere.
Altair: The "Holy Night's Miracle"... Such a nostalgic ring to these words.
Whispering the long-forgotten words, Altair closes his eyes.
Altair: (Captain), it appears this garment is, indeed, meant for me.
Altair: Since it was sent all the way here, perhaps I should try it on.
Choose: Let's see how it looks on you!
Altair: Haha, I thought you'd say something of the sort.
Altair: Very well. Please wait a moment while I change into it.
Choose: I'm sure you'll look great in it!
Altair: Hm... I have to say, red is not a color I usually choose for my own attire.
Altair: I suppose I'll put it on, and all of you can see whether it suits me or not.
Continue 2
Altair walks back into his room to change into the new garb.
Several minutes later, the door opens again.
Altair: I apologize for the wait. What do you think, (Captain)?
Altair: Hm, you're right. It does make me want to stand taller.
Altair: Perhaps the elegant design and ornaments encourage the wearer to be someone suitable for such grand attire.
Choose: Makes you look really strong.
Altair: Yes, the crimson color does evoke an image of a leader who fights for their people.
Altair: Looking at the design and ornaments, I believe the garment was tailored for a person of such standing.
Continue 3
Lyria: It really suits you, Altair! Since it's the holiday season, you look a little like Santa!
Vyrn: Yeah! You should wear this to our winter celebration!
Altair: That is a good idea. This attire would be quite appropriate for a party occasion.
Altair: Still, to mention my involvement with the "Holy Night's Miracle"...
Altair: There is only one person who knows of this. If that's the case, the fact that they sent me this garment must mean...
While Lyria and the others continue admiring his new outfit, Altair stands unmoving, engrossed in his own thoughts.
(Captain) looks curiously at Altair, wondering what is going through the strategist's mind.