[Open]

[promissum]

WHO: Val and quest takers!
WHERE: Bluo, the woods, around town
WHEN: December
WHAT: Open quests
WARNINGS: None for now!

A. Quest 36, blue for quest, anyone for chatting

[He reads it several times and honestly he has no idea what caroling is. A human thing, surely. Does he know much about human things? Not the joyful spirited kind.]

You there. [Stranger or not, blue or not.] What is caroling?

B. Quest 38, wide open

[He has no idea what Christmas spiders are, but decorating a tree is at least something that makes sense. There are no little bat charms around, but he could pretty easily make them with enough effort.]

I'm a yellow. [It's as abrupt as he ever is.] Come get and decorate a tree with me. [It's more like a demand than a request.]

C. Wildcard
[Wildcard, just tag him here for any other ideas. He sure loves fishing.]

Comments

[promissum]

There's nothing undignified about climbing trees.

[troubadamsel]

There is when you're not dressed for it!

[promissum]

There will be no need for tree climbing.

[They seem to have come across it, he'll point at one of the lower branches.]

There it is.

[troubadamsel]

... All right.

[She glances at him.]

I don't suppose you know if the other person's wish came true?

[promissum]

I don't, but I received a photograph of my comrades at home.

[troubadamsel]

[her face softens considerably.]

... I see. That does change a few things...

[promissum]

Do you know what you would like to wish for?

[troubadamsel]

... Yes. Now, I definitely know.

[promissum]

[Then he'll step to the side, allowing her to ring the bell first.]

Go ahead.

[troubadamsel]

[She takes a breath, then steps forward, and gently rings the bell.]

... If you can hear my wish... I ask thee, for a portrait of the Ylisse Royal family, to keep my spirit strong, and remember who I fight for.

[promissum]

[It's a good wish, he thinks.

There's a pause as he decides on his second. He knows what he wants, but a lot of those things he can easily do without any extra force behind him. Valvatorez is a proud, noble and powerful demon.

He hasn't forgotten his trip in here with Percy so when he rings the bell for the second time his wish is thus.]

I wish for my comrades to find the answers they're looking for.

[troubadamsel]

[A small, weak chuckle.]

Ah, you make me sound materialistic.

[It's a light joke.]

[promissum]

There's nothing wrong with wanting to see your comrades again. How long have you been here?

Now, let us make our way back.

[troubadamsel]

... About nine months, if my math is right. Although I imagine that's a small gap of time, for your race.

[promissum]

That is correct. Demons age one year for every 100 human years.

[troubadamsel]

[Yikes.]

... Then this might seem like a walk in the park for you, compared to the rest of us.

[promissum]

Do you think so? I would still like to see my comrades again.

[troubadamsel]

... Forgive me, I was being insensitive. That was most crude of me.

[promissum]

I'm sure we all have comrades we would like to go home to. No matter.

[troubadamsel]

... Thank you for aiding me with this quest, Valvatorez. And for so much more.

[promissum]

Think nothing of it, lass. I am always available for my comrades.

[troubadamsel]

I'll keep that in mind... my dear comrade.