| Sharzalion: Excellent form, my friend. I am impressed.
Valderotaux: Well, I'll be! She's got more talent than you I dare say.
Sharzalion: My dear sir, will you not hush? I wish to tell my tale. First, are you the daring type?
Sharzalion: Hmph. Only the meek say such things.
Sharzalion: At any rate, my tale takes place in the church. Something is sometimes sighted there.
Sharzalion: What is, you ask? How obtuse! I speak of course of a spirit, a ghost! Have you not felt it so, by the look of the interior there?
Sharzalion: So, after learning of the rumors, I went to investigate.
Sharzalion: The catacombs underneath the structure were so frightening, even I was taken aback.
Sharzalion: But it scared me not, for seen I paid it no heed.
Valderotaux: Well? Did you find it or not?
Sharzalion: Why, you--! Silence please. At least until the end.
Sharzalion: Anyway, I thought I might as well say a prayer, so I walked before the altar.
Sharzalion: And then, I felt my skin crawl. I tried to spin around, but I could not move!
Sharzalion: Ever I felt it creep closer. But I heard not a footstep!
Valderotaux: Hmm.
Sharzalion: Still I felt it draw closer, so I summoned all my strength to turn and look behind me.
Sharzalion: And I saw it right there! Right next to me!
Valderotaux: Was it floating in the air?
Sharzalion: Yes, and not only that, it wore a fine suit of armor. Obviously it was no mortal person, for I could see right through it.
Valderotaux: Thank heavens you're alive!
Sharzalion: Yes, well... Ere long it disappeared, surrendering but a glimpse to me. Yet that was enough, for I knew who it was.
Sharzalion: It was Rainemard.
Valderotaux: Rainemard? Yes, I've heard that name. Say, he was a red mage, like you! Ah, those were the days...
Sharzalion: This is no time to reminisce! Have you forgotten how he died? Surely he has come for revenge.
Valderotaux: Come to think of it, Rainemard had a daughter, didn't he? What was her name again?
Sharzalion: Did he? That I did not know. Pray tell, Valdero, who was she?
Valderotaux: Oh... I can't remember. Many an age has passed since those days.
Sharzalion: I see. Well, so ends my tale. What, you didn't like it? Forgive me! Rarely are ghost stories told well. At any rate, this is for you.
Valderotaux: Wait, I remembered her name! The daughter of the red mage Rainemard!
Sharzalion: It's about time. Well, tell us, then!
Valderotaux: It was Curilla... Yes, Curilla was her name. I remember Rainemard watched over her well.
Sharzalion: Curilla? Hmm... Curilla... I've heard that name before.
Sharzalion: Wait, the maiden general was named Curilla! Yes, she would be about that age, too. Who would have thought that she was Rainemard's daughter!
Valderotaux: It must be a terrible thing...to hear your father's spirit still wanders.
Sharzalion: Truly!
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