Scenario:Vermeil - The Sobbing Knight
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The Sobbing Knight
While in town, the crew hear a cry coming from a restaurant and rush to the scene. There they meet Vermeil, a man whose right eye never stops crying. He explains that this is a condition he was born with. Touched by the crew's smiles, Vermeil decides to join them on their journey.
The crew is taking a stroll when a loud shriek suddenly pierces the calm.
???: Waaaaaah! It wasn't me, I didn't do anything!
Vyrn: Do you hear that? Sounds like somebody's in trouble.
Lyria: It's coming from that restaurant over there!
(Captain) and the crew rush toward the restaurant.
Sobbing Man: Hm?
Lyria: Huff, huff. What's wrong? Are you all right?
Sobbing Man: Who, me? I'm fine, why do you ask?
Lyria: Oh, but we heard someone cry just now. That wasn't you?
Sobbing Man: Cry? Me?
Sobbing Man: Ha, that's a good one, miss.
Sobbing Man: But it is unwise to insult a knight. Someone worthy enough to be a knight would never shed tears in public.
Vyrn: Wait a minute, what're you talking about? Tears are streaming from your right eye, you know.
Sobbing Man: Ah, this is simply a condition that I was born with. An everflowing river from my right eye...
Vyrn: Those are called tears!
Sobbing Man: My my, I suppose tragedy is too complex for a lizard to understand.
Vyrn: I ain't no lizard! I'm Vyrn! And I know what tragedy means!
Sobbing Man: Well that may be, but take a look over there. Isn't that young man the one you should be worried about?
Young Man: Sniff. I didn't steal any money, honest! You have to believe me!
Shopkeeper: Don't act like you didn't do it, you rotten punk! You're going to answer to my fist!
Vyrn: Whoa, chill out mister!
Lyria: Yes, please calm down. Can you tell us what happened?
Shopkeeper: Huh? You've got eyes, don't you? It's exactly what it looks like. Or maybe you're all in cahoots with this thief too!
Lyria: No sir, we just came over to see what the fuss was about. We wouldn't dare to steal anything.
Vyrn: Oh boy, this shopkeeper's a real pain in the butt.
Despite the false accusation, the crew continues to smile calmly.
This piques the man's interest.
Sobbing Man: (Hm, they're continuing to smile as they defuse the situation. I wonder if that will really work...)
Instead of calming down, the shopkeeper only grows angrier and more suspicious. The man decides that it's time to step in.
Sobbing Man: Good grief, did you perhaps get up on the wrong side of the bed today?
Sobbing Man: You accuse nearly anyone who even happens to glance at you. It's practically a witch hunt.
Shopkeeper: Oh yeah? And what're you gonna do about it?
Sobbing Man: I'm going to give the ones you should be accusing a stern warning.
The man draws his saber as he speaks.
Restaurant Customer: ...!
He approaches a group of rowdy ruffians drinking nearby and pierces one of their bags. A river of rupies spill out onto the floor.
Shopkeeper: Aha! That's my money! So it was you punks!
Shopkeeper: Wahaha, sorry about what happened earlier. Order whatever you like, this one's on me!
Accepting the gracious offer, the man named Vermeil and the crew sit down for a meal.
As the meal goes on, the crew can't help but be drawn to Vermeil's right eye.
Vermeil notices the curious glances and stops eating. Staring off into the distance, he begins to tell his tale.
Vermeil: Please don't get the wrong idea. It's not because I'm feeling sad or miserable.
Vermeil: I resent these tears that flow without reason. I am searching for their other half—for the sadness of these tears.
Vermeil: I was born with a right eye that produced a neverending flow of tears.
Vermeil: One day, I met a renowned fortune-teller and asked in hopes of curing my condition.
Fortune-teller: Ahh... I see you were given a heavy burden to carry in a previous life.
Fortune-teller: Yes... You caused a terrible tragedy to happen, and the soul you aggrieved also wanders in this lifetime.
Fortune-teller: Unless this soul is found and healed, your tears will never stop flowing.
Vermeil: Believing these words, I have been traveling from island to island ever since, in search of this suffering soul.
Lyria: What is the person you're looking for like?
Vermeil: I don't know. My only clue is that it's a woman whose left eye is always crying, just like mine.
Vyrn: Wow, that's a total mystery.
Vermeil: Well, I don't know about that. I think all of you are rather mysterious yourselves.
Vyrn: Hey, just what do you mean by that, crybaby?
Vermeil: That's exactly what I mean, Vyrn. How do all of you keep those smiles on your faces?
Vermeil: Even in the outrageous situation back there, you never once pulled a sour face.
Vermeil: Heh, you're the ones who are truly one of a kind. How can you smile like that?
The crew look at each other and laugh. (Captain) turns to Vermeil with a smile.
Choose: Do you really want to know?
Vermeil: Yes, please tell me your secret.
Lyria: Hee-hee, there's no secret to it. (Captain) is saying that if you follow along, you'll understand.
Vermeil: Follow along? What exactly—
Choose: It's because we're the same.
Vermeil: The same?
Lyria: Yep, that's right. (Captain) is saying that you're the same as us.
Vermeil: The same as you? You mean that you're also...
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Vyrn: We're on a journey too. You're an interesting guy, so you might as well join us!
Vermeil's face brightens at Vyrn's words.
Vermeil: An interesting guy, you say? That's the first time anyone's ever said that about me.
Vermeil: Welcoming someone as tedious as myself...
Vermeil: Heh. You people really are one of a kind.
And with that, carrying his tragic burden, the teary knight joins the crew.