Uploaded January 2011 | Updated September 2026, 1 day ago

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"So... you never told me what you thought Trolly..." Flemlazoid said as they began to leave Grog Hill after the skirmish with the Nanten (Black Lion) deserters. Trolly placed his hands on his chest and sighed. "Trolly... what's up? What's wrong?"

"N-nothing Flem." Trolly replied, staring at the ground. He paused and then turned to Flemlazoid. "I'm not really sure what to think. I don't want to think we are here just because I've never beaten this game before... it seems a little pointless, don't you think? It makes me worry why we are really here."

"Yeah..." Flemlazoid replied. Trolly turned to look at the fallen soldiers behind them.

"It is sad... this doesn't seem much like a game anymore. Sure, we can cast spells and do crazy things we couldn't normally do in real life... but I never wanted to hurt anyone..." Trolly said in a melancholy tone. Flemlazoid walked up behind Trolly and put a hand on his shoulder.

"We have to keep pressing forward, little buddy." Flemlazoid said, trying to reassure Trolly. "This is all for something, so we have to keep moving forward." Trolly turned back to Flemlazoid and nodded.

"One thing is for sure, I definitely know how Ramza must feel about all of this... Flem... if anything... I want to stay and help Ramza until the very end. His sister is in trouble and family is worth fighting for." Trolly said firmly. Flemlazoid chuckled and adjusted hat.

We arrived at Yardow Fort City only to discover that the strangely dressed young men has a strangely dressed sister. They seemed to not be seeing eye to eye as they were arguing with each other. I don't know why, but the strange young man seemed to be ready to harm his sister. I can't imagine why he would want to though.