Editing Dragon Quest VI Party Chat (section)

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Carver: Ahh-CHOO!!!

Eh, sorry. I must have snorted some sand.

Milly: I wonder what this place is called? Everything is covered in sand.

Ashlynn: Not exactly the most...lively of places, is it?

Nevan: The air's so dry here it hurts to inhale.

Amos: Why would anyone choose to live here?

Carver: It's like this town's had the life sucked out of it.

Milly: I don't envy the people who have to live here.

Ashlynn: I can't stand all this sand! It gets everywhere!

Nevan: This drought is remorseless. People and plants alike are wilting.

Amos: Blast! My shoes are all full of sand!

Carver: She ain't lying, aye?

Milly: How sad. I'm not sensing much in the way of hopes and dreams here...

Ashlynn: They'll never attract travellers with that attitude. Anything's better than nothing!

Nevan: That poor woman's face betrays a deep weariness with life.

Amos: Well, they've got no shortage of sand!

Carver: I don't see how the well runnin' dry was Murdaw's doing...

Carver: It probably has more to do with this bein' a desert 'n everything like that.

Milly: A dry well is an even bigger problem than a Dread Fiend for these people.

Ashlynn: Something tells me this town has seen better days – far better days!

Nevan: So when the well dried up, the life was sucked out of this sorry place.

Amos: There's no water here!? How am I goin' to wash the sand out of my hair now!?

Carver: When times are bad, I reckon ya can always escape to the bottom of a cup.

Milly: I'm amazed that he could understand a word you said, Hero.

Ashlynn: Men sure are weak sometimes.

Nevan: The Goddess frowns on public displays of drunkenness.

Amos: Old Amos isn't one to talk, but that lad really can't hold his drink!

Carver: The “Isle o' Smiles”, aye? That name sounds awfully fishy to me...

Milly: Is that island so attractive it can make a woman leave her husband...?

Ashlynn: She ran away from that winner? I can't imagine why...

Nevan: Intriguing. I would like to find out more about this Isle o' Smiles. We should ask around.

Amos: So his missus ran off to the Isle o' Smiles? That would explain the lad's permanent frown.

Amos: Can you really be happy if you're makin' the people around you miserable?

Carver: A little island? When did ya see that, Hero?

Milly: Little island? I didn't notice anything like that...

Ashlynn: You shouldn't pick on gullible people like that, Hero. He believed you!

Nevan: No sooner had that man heard your words than he raced off.

Amos: Did you think that one through fully before answering, Hero?

Carver: I don't get that fella. He hasn't missed what yet?

Milly: What could he have been talking about? I could sense its importance to him, whatever it was.

Ashlynn: He hasn't missed it “yet”? What, does this island, like, come and go with the tide or something?

Nevan: Has that man been drinking?

Amos: What is that lad on about? Old Amos doesn't have the foggiest.

Carver: What an odd fella. Either an island's there or it ain't.

Milly: Do you think an island really...comes here?

Ashlynn: I don't think I've ever seen a moving island before!

Nevan: The island wasn't there yet? What can all this mean?

Amos: So is he sayin' you can hop on this island and it'll go off somewhere?

Carver: That mutt's skin 'n bones. Food must be in short supply around town, aye?

Milly: I'm worried about the poor dog. His aura isn't very bright...

Ashlynn: Aww, look at that pooch's eyes! They look so sad...and hungry.

Nevan: That poor dog's nose is as dry as the desert.

Amos: I wonder if my poor dog back in Scrimsley is missin' old Amos... (sob)

Carver: I wish I could help, but wells are a pretty deep subject.

Milly: The well is almost dried up. If that goes, this town is in real trouble...

Ashlynn: So this is the only well in town? Doesn't look like it's doing very...uh, well.

Nevan: It seems that this town is going to need some sort of miracle in order for water to flow here again...

Amos: How do the folks here even manage to stay alive?

I can barely imagine.

Carver: Huh? She must have us mixed up with someone else.

Milly: They seem used to people trying to lure them away somewhere.

Ashlynn: Um...what? We didn't bring up the island – she did.

Nevan: What does she mean by “your island”?

Strange things are afoot.

Amos: They do seem like a happy couple, right enough.

Carver: Folks are sellin' the Isle o' Smiles around town? Wonder who they are.

Milly: They really do seem content here. I can see it in their auras.

Ashlynn: As if Aridea doesn't have enough grief – they have pushy salesmen, too?

Nevan: I pray we meet this fellow promoting the Isle o' Smiles. There is much I want to ask him.

Amos: What does this lad from the Isle o' Smiles look like?

Amos: I imagine him with a big silly grin on his face.

Carver: That cat's coat must be murder in this heat, aye?

Milly: Here kitty kitty!

Ashlynn: Oooh, kitty! Even scrawny cats are cute!

Nevan: That cat looks famished. The poor thing must be scavenging for scraps.

Amos: So if that cat scratched old Amos would I turn into a great sabrecat every night?

Carver: Hey, you ain't seriously thinkin' about going there, are ya?

Carver: ...Well, I'm sure you have your reasons, Hero. If you're goin', then count me in!

Milly: There's no way of knowing whether they're happy if no one ever comes back...

Ashlynn: Oh, this Isle o' Smiles is a bigger attraction than I thought. I didn't realise it was luring out-of-towners, too.

Nevan: There's something worrying about that man's words.

Nevan: We must ask around and find out more.

Amos: Imagine if this was a fairy tale...

Amos: There'd be a monster waitin' on the Isle o' Smiles waitin' to gobble up the folks who visit.

Amos: ...Argh! Old Amos has gone and scared himself again!

Carver: The western cape, aye...? Maybe we could find some clues over there.

Milly: So in other words, if we want to go to the Isle o' Smiles, we should head to the western cape?

Ashlynn: I'm guessing that guy's not buying into the Isle o' Smiles hype.

Nevan: I think it's worth investigating this western cape.

Amos: There's nothin' to talk about in this town except the Isle o' Smiles. Or sand.

Carver: She's not lookin' too good, aye...? Maybe we could track down her dad 'n everything like that.

Milly: That girl's father probably can't come back even if he wants to... Don't you think?

Milly: I wonder if anyone has ever actually returned from this Isle o' Smiles?

Ashlynn: Right now, I'd say that girl's father would be the best medicine. She needs him by her side.

Nevan: Did something befall that poor girl's father on the way to the Isle o' Smiles?

Nevan: Or did something befall him after he arrived there?

Amos: I hope that lass's old man hasn't got caught up in some kind of bother.

Carver: Whoa! That kid must've seen this island for himself, aye?

Milly: So the island only appears when the moon is full...

Ashlynn: An island? On the full moon? When you put it that way, it sounds kind of romantic!

Nevan: That boy seems to be getting a bit carried away. Can we really trust his words?

Amos: Is that lad talkin' nonsense?<br>
He sounds like he means it...

Carver: An island free of toil or tears...? 

I'd die in a place like that – of boredom.

Milly: The nun managed to sum the situation up nicely, didn't she, Hero?

Milly: But the only way to find out exactly what happens around here at night is to see it with our own eyes.

Ashlynn: Right. Let's go find a way to kill some time until nightfall.

Nevan: I sense that we have a long night ahead of us.

Amos: Don't worry! It may be a full moon but old Amos won't be up to his old monster-transformin' tricks!

Carver: Seems like half the people in Aridea came here just to get on the island.

Milly: I've never seen such a dedicated hedonist.

Ashlynn: I wonder how many people this island can hold.

Think we can all fit on it, too?

Nevan: The way that man is talking, you'd think his spirit is already on the Isle o' Smiles.

Amos: Well, the lad is enthusiastic, I'll grant him that.

Carver: It's nice to see someone has a little sense around here.

Milly: Well, if anyone was going to be sceptical...

Ashlynn: I think Skip's right. Unfortunately, he might be the only one around here with a good head on his shoulders.

Nevan: Even if the Isle o' Smiles were to be all illusion and trickery, people like him would not be fooled.

Amos: It may sound like a kid's tale, but there's plenty of full-grown adults who seem to have swallowed it.

Carver: Eh... That conversation went nowhere, aye...?

Milly: Let's try talking to some of the other people in town.

Ashlynn: Never mind? That just makes me want to pay it all the more mind.

Nevan: I think it best to find out more about this floating island and the so-called Isle o' Smiles.

Amos: Now I really want to hear more about this place!

Carver: Gets dark quick in the desert, aye?

Milly: It's already dark. I wonder if the inn's open?

Ashlynn: Whoa! Night already? I didn't notice.

Nevan: The night is drawing in.

Amos: Old Amos tends to get a tad jumpy of an evenin'. But don't worry – there'll be no monster antics from me!

Carver: Ahoy! That's definitely a full moon up there.

Milly: The moonlight is nice and bright. It should be safe to walk around, even outside of town.

Ashlynn: Sure gets cold when the sun drops around here.

Nevan: The number of people out and about has dwindled.

Amos: I know it's gettin' dark, but doesn't there seem to be a shortage of townsfolk?

Carver: So what was the story again? A floating island from the Isle o' Smiles that makes port under the full moon, aye?

Carver: If we're gonna find out if it's true, tonight's the night!

Milly: The island that goes to the Isle o' Smiles should be arriving at the western cape.

Ashlynn: Once we're done looking around town, I think I'd like to check out that western cape a bit.

Nevan: I want to see this island with my own eyes.

Amos: Looks like we'll be workin' the night-shift tonight!

Carver: That fella oughta move away from the well. It's probably freezin' in there!

Milly: Indeed. We'll freeze to death out here if we aren't careful.

Ashlynn: Sheesh. If he's that cold, why doesn't he go home and warm up?

Nevan: The Goddess has blessed us with a beautiful full moon in the cold, clear sky.

Amos: Ah-CHOO!!!

Carver: Seein' a full moon makes me wanna howl, too.

Milly: Is he howling because something's coming?

Ashlynn: I wonder what he's howling at.

Nevan: That dog sounds like he's giving a send-off of sorts to those who are off to the Isle 'o' Smiles.

Amos: Old Amos feels like stayin' and howlin' as well!

Carver: If ya ask me, this seems like the worst seat in the house for moon gazing.

Milly: (shiver) It's even colder here in the well.

Ashlynn: Sheesh. Does that guy ever go home?

Nevan: So there's beauty to be found even in a desolate town like this...

Amos: Look! The moon's the same size as the well!

Carver: Feels good to warm up the bones a bit, aye?

Milly: That old gentleman.... Is he napping?

Ashlynn: This is the couple who keeps turning down offers to see the Isle o' Smiles, right?

Nevan: This couple seem to have found perfect contentment in each other's company.

Nevan: Just being in the same place as them makes one feel at peace.

Amos: That old fellow will catch his death if he doesn't sleep in his bed.

Carver: She's one sweet old lady, aye?

Milly: She works very long hours, doesn't she? Poor thing.

Ashlynn: I'm surprised she's still awake after being on her feet all day.

Nevan: This is clearly an evening like any other to these folks. It is heart-warming indeed.

Amos: I hope that old dear gets a good night's sleep.

Carver: Hope that fella didn't catch a cold. At least it's nice and toasty in here.

Milly: That old gentleman... He's napping, isn't he?

Ashlynn: This is the couple who keeps turning down offers to see the Isle o' Smiles, right?

Ashlynn: That's a smart move, I'd say. They already have all the happiness they need right here.

Nevan: This couple seem to have found perfect contentment in each other's company.

Nevan: Just being in the same place as them makes one feel at peace.

Amos: That old fellow is fidgetin' in his sleep. It's a miracle he doesn't fall off the chair.

Carver: She's asleep, alright.

Milly: Let's keep it down – we don't want to wake her up. Nice and quiet now...

Ashlynn: Aww. She's calling for her father in her sleep.

Nevan: Hopefully she can meet her father in her dreams.

Amos: Let's be quiet! Don't make a sound!

Amos: Uh-oh! Here comes one of old Amos's sneezes. Ah-Ah-Ah...

Amos: ...I managed to hold it in!

Carver: Plenty of vacancies, aye?

Milly: Huh? The man who was so eager to go to the Isle o' Smiles... He's gone?

Ashlynn: Do you think the man from before is over by the cape now?

Nevan: Seems like no one is spending the night here tonight.

Amos: There's no one here but the innkeeper.

Carver: Hardy har! Must be nice to have such a cushy job.

Milly: It doesn't seem anyone is staying here tonight.

Ashlynn: I can see why everyone sleeps so soundly here. This town's quiet as, well, a desert.

Nevan: This is not a night when we can afford to sleep.

Amos: He's fast asleep...

Amos: If someone snuck in and slept here, he'd never know!
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