But Only Farewell

Might as well go back, grab my crossbow, and sneak past the guards to hunt in the Dark Woods—at least I might get some real meat before I starve.

...What?

You've really gone crazy from hunger now—going into the forest is a death wish!

And you're not crazy? Stop talking like you know anything!

Who are you to say I don't know anything? The grain store on Lagran Street, Emma's place, you know about it?

Haven't had a chance to check it out yet. What of it?

I went there and had a look. There's no grain left, but from what Emma says, it's all because of those bloody Victorians!

The Victorian bastards have been blockading us since forever. This isn't new, so why act like it's a big shock?

Because their spies have already infiltrated Na Saoirsí!

Come again?

When Emma went to visit the ag plate, she saw the charred remains with her own eyes. Dublinn is still investigating!

Bloody hell! We should've struck back the minute Tara gained independence!

You're right about one thing though: you should go get your crossbow. Not to hunt, but to root out the traitors!

Of course, if I caught them, I wouldn't let them off that easy. A quick death is too good for them.

(*Whispers*) I guess the stores have been cut off from the supply of grain...

(*Whispers*) I boiled a few potatoes for Culann, but is it enough?

(*Whispers*) There are too many people here. I'll take another route.

(*Whispers*) Lots of them are armed too...

(*Whispers*) Are they planning to hunt down Victorian spies? But there's no grain left in the city... what does that have to do with the Victorians?

(*Whispers*) But I....

(*Whispers*) I...

I'll be fine. I'm Mr. Culann's apprentice—everyone knows that.

Don't be afraid, Theo. No one will hurt you.

....See? No one gave me any trouble.

Mr. Culann must still be busy with the dragon sculpture. By the time he notices what's going on around him, all the stores will be empty.

I need to help him.

Take these and give them to the neighbors. Tell them not to worry.

What about you? Or Nemos? Will she have anything to eat?

Instead of giving us grain, it'd be more useful to help everyone catch the spies. Otherwise, we'll never get to the root of the problem.

Nemos stands with The Leader, so it's only natural to endure a little hardship for everyone's sake.

...Alright then. Thank you.

Hey Culann, you must have more where that came from, right?

Besides, how'd you know we'd be running out of grains? Did Nemos tip you off in advance, or...?

What are you saying, Rory?!

If you don't want any, fine.

How do I know you or Nemos aren't spies? You've both been raising that Victorian boy together!

...Get out.

What, did I hit a nerve? Am I right? Are you really—

Culann! I heard you've been distributing grain! Impeccable timing! So where is it?

Everything that's left is right here.

Don't change the subject. You still haven't answered me.

I've said everything I had to say. If you feel these potatoes will dirty your hands, then give them to someone else.

Why you—

Do you want them or not, Rory? If not, then let me have them. There are plenty of hungry bellies to feed. Don't be ungrateful.

Now give them here—

Why should I?

You don't want them, right? So give them to me!

Fat chance!

Ugh—Aaahh!

My arm!

My God! He's bleeding! How could you turn a blade on a fellow Taran, Rory?!

I, I—

Drop the sword.

Don't make me use my hammer on you.

Y-You're the only one we can count on, Culann.

...

Something's been off about Rory lately, I'll follow him a bit, to check up on him. He's been out of sorts ever since his antique collection got burned in the war.

As for his blade, just take it. Don't let him have it back.

Culann... I... Ughh...

The wound isn't too deep. Come here, I'll stop the bleeding. As far as the grains, I'll have Nemos think of a solution when she gets back.

I know... ow ow ow... I know. You're giving away everything you have.

Don't talk. Save your energy.

I might have some cornmeal left at home. Let me check.

You can have it, then I'll walk you home.

Culann! Are you and Theo doing alright—

...Why is there blood in here?

Rory lost control and slashed someone.

Where's Theo?

He left a while ago for—

Dammit!

How are things in the city?

Rumors are spreading everywhere that the Victorians destroyed the ag plate, and Na Saoirsí is about to boil over.

I know no one dared to go after Theo after you stood up for him, so you felt safe letting him run around. But this time... it's different.

I have to go find him.

Do you have time for that? Aren't you making that statue?

I'll worry about Theo. You just focus on your work.

...

Okay.

Have you seen Theo?

Theo? Where has that boy run off to... Slacking off again, no doubt. Culann spoils him too much. You really should talk to him about that.

Theo, Theo!

What trouble has that boy gotten himself into this time?

Have you seen Theo?

...

Are you alright?

...Me? Yeah, I'm fine. Just... hungry. So what is it? Did you say something?

Just the person I was looking for! Has that boy Theo been up to anything suspicious lately?

...No. Just keeping himself busy, as usual.

Hmph, well he'd better.

Theo!

What are you doing here, Wakewoman?

Wait, you're—oh, 'The Singer'. What brings you here?

I heard rumors of chaos in the city, so I thought there might be something I could do to help. Alas, there is not. All I've heard is that the supply shortage was caused by Victorian sabotage.

I've only ever run into the Victorian army by accident, and you and Culann were the ones to save me at the time.

Also, the information you've provided us on the wakemen has been truly fascinating—

Ah, sorry sir, but I really don't have time to be reminiscing. But I could use your assistance. Culann's apprentice, Theo, has gone missing. Can you help me look for him?

I am... unable to help with that.

The cityfolk are angry enough at the Victorians to flay one alive. Why bother running around looking for a Victorian child?

Forget it then. I'll go look myself.

Remember that the celebration will start in just over an hour. Don't you need to deliver the sacred instruments symbolizing the wakemen's blessings to the venue?

Gah!

*Sigh* Sorry, I really must be going now.

...

What do I do now...?

Nemos? Is that you?

I've finally found you. What happened in the city?