Red: Woah, wait! High Templar Euchre… is a Keidran? But… that… High Templar Euchre is… a High Templar! That can’t be true! Raine is a Keidran. Euchre is a Keidran. Who else is a Keidran?! Is the Grand Templar a Keidran? Was King Torval a Keidran?
Red: Am I a Keidran?! It can’t be, I would know! What kind am I?
Raine: Hey, relax, relax! You are not a Keidran! Nobody else is a Keidran, okay? It’s just me and my father.
Sythe: And me. Still Keidran over here.
Sythe: And as much as I enjoy watching you break Red’s mind, I’m worried about Maren and her sister. If you’ve forgotten, we still have an assassin hanging over all our heads.
Sythe: Mind if we take this conversation into the other tent?
Raine: Oh, alright. I know a little about medicine.
Raine: I could take a look at them while I explain.
Red: Are you okay to stand?
Raine: Y-yes, I think so. Though, walking with these legs is difficult even when not hurt. Could I… lean on you?
Red: Oh, uh… yeah, sure, I guess. Here…
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