René is in the shade, the forlorn option who's losing at the game.
This is a listing of every "entry" in a given game conversation as scraped from the game files. Entries often contain written dialogue, as well as conditional logic governing their appearance to the player. They also link to other entries, sometimes automatically and sometimes through player action. This page is best used to search for a specific word or phrase, as following the links in this format can be difficult. For an experience that better accommodates the branching structure of these conversations, see the corresponding interactive page.
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| 3 | René Arnoux | He catches your glance and nods. "This is the uniform of the Royal Carabineers in service of Frissel the First, Guillaume *Le Lion*, and the valiant King Filippe the Fifth before him." |
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| 4 | Gaston Martin | "Don't you mean Frissel the Fun?" |
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| 5 | René Arnoux | "*You* do not speak his name, craven! Although he was a clown..." he adds. He turns back to you. "But he was *our* clown. Ours to ridicule -- and to mourn." |
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| 6 | Encyclopedia | It is the *Croix de Bravoure* -- Cross of Valour. The Cross was the highest battlefield decoration in the Suzerain's armed forces, awarded for exceptional bravery in the line of duty in service of King Frissel the First. |
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| 7 | Encyclopedia | *The Setting Sun* was a decoration used to distinguish seasoned combat veterans in service of King Frissel the First during the Revolution. |
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| 8 | You | Look at the cross. |
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| 9 | You | Look at the sun. |
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| 10 | Composure | A crowned head in front of two crossed rifles. The medal hangs from a blue striped triangle. |
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| 11 | Composure | A small blue star inside an orange sun. It has the word *Vaillance* written below. |
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| 12 | You | "The medals." (Point to his chest.) "Did you get them for..." |
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| 13 | You | "That's no dink, that's a fighter!" |
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| 14 | René Arnoux | "For bravery," he interjects. |
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| 15 | René Arnoux | "So I grabbed the *dink*," he says, with a stern look, "and started crawling. Kept going until the 59th Cavalry picked us up." |
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| 16 | Empathy | It's a conflicted topic for the old veteran. There must have been a number of controversial episodes in his service days. |
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| 17 | You | "For bravery?" |
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| 18 | You | "Not for raping women or...?" |
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| 19 | You | "Not for killing babies or...?" |
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| 20 | You | "That's what I was going to say, bravery." |
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| 21 | René Arnoux | "When I came to, it was all over," he continues, ignoring his companion. "It was just me and jawless Drysant, gurgling in the blood-soaked mud right next to me." |
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| 22 | René Arnoux | "The dink had taken numerous flesh wounds and lost a lot of blood, but despite missing his jaw he seemed hesitant to die. Tougher than he looked, that one." |
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| 23 | René Arnoux | "Then his horse, driven mad by the noise and smell of gunpowder, stepped on my leg and shattered my knee." He pats his right thigh. |
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| 24 | René Arnoux | "Do not speak of what you know nothing about, poltroon!" He slams the heel of his boot in the ground. "*Duty* is something you will never understand." |
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| 25 | You | "So, did you?" |
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| 26 | You | "No, I really wasn't, I'm just asking." |
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| 27 | René Arnoux | "I'm sure. But I know this uniform's reputation: You were also wondering if I got these for raping women or killing babies." |
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| 28 | René Arnoux | "I grabbed my sidearm and shot the beast in the head. Then everything went black." |
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| 29 | Gaston Martin | "*Capitaine Arnoux -- le fléau des chevaux*!" |
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| 30 | René Arnoux | "For doing my duty in the heat of battle, for looking my mortality in the eye, when men like Gaston here hid in the bushes and shat themselves..." |
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| 31 | You | "So what *did* you get the medals for?" |
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| 32 | Gaston Martin | "He saved some *maudit* princeling who foolishly strolled into the front line in his gown of velvet and gold." |
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| 33 | René Arnoux | "The rebels were smart. They let us come real close before opening fire. Suffice to say, it was carnage." |
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| 34 | You | "Saved a princeling?" |
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| 35 | René Arnoux | "Alas, the young Drysant was all piss and no vinegar, wearing a tunic of purple velvet and cockatoo feathers to battle." He spits. "Even his rifle was *gold-plated*. Shone from five klicks away. Can you imagine the asininity?" |
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| 36 | René Arnoux | "It was on the first months of the Revolution here in Revachol. Unrest was spreading like wildfire. Marauders had taken most of the Couron and were getting *really* ambitious." |
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| 37 | Gaston Martin | "Oh no, you have to get shot." He nods eagerly. "Repeatedly. And you need to get your hands bloody too. Really *really* bloody." |
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| 38 | René Arnoux | "Through some miracle we both survived. And the jawless freak convinced Frissel to give me a medal for not leaving him to die in his own blood, piss, and shit." |
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| 39 | You | "Okay... then what did you do?" |
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| 40 | You | "What a dandy!" |
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| 41 | René Arnoux | "King Frissel thought he could end it all in one decisive strike." The old carabineer runs his fingers over the larger medal. "Sent his cousin, Drysant, to put an end to the unrest." |
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| 42 | René Arnoux | "He was the commanding officer and I was on duty. Just doing my job. Shouldn't hand out medals for that..." He shakes his head. "Thirteen months later I received 'The Sun'. For distinguished service. It's not worth mentioning." |
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| 43 | Composure | You sense he's downplaying it -- he did a lot more than his duty. More than anyone's duty. It's in his spine, in his billowing breast. An untarnished self worth. |
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| 44 | Gaston Martin | "Maybe, maybe, but also bear in mind, officer..." He points to the sun-shaped medal on René's chest. "They don't hand these out for anyone with a service record." |
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| 45 | René Arnoux | "I got shot in the left shoulder and went down. Just a flesh wound, but just as I turned over, the prince fell into the mud next to me. He was missing his lower jaw." |
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| 46 | Gaston Martin | "And that even whilst crawling with a mangled half-dead prince on his back, he still managed to murder three rebels on his way." |
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| 47 | Gaston Martin | "What *Monseigneur Modestie* is not telling you is that he crawled over seven kilometres before the cavalrymen found him and Drysant. Two days later that was." |
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| 48 | René Arnoux | "To keep the long and bloody story short, Drysant marched us against the partisans in Couron. And when I say 'marched', I mean made us walk into captured enemy territory single-file, like toy soldiers, while he rode in front on his giant red stallion." |
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| 49 | You | "Sounds like you're being modest, René." | Variable["plaza.rene_composure_success"] == true |
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| 50 | None |
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| 51 | You | "I'll leave you to it..." [Leave.] |
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| 52 | You | "I don't know the reputation of... *anything*. Don't even recognize the war." |
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| 53 | René Arnoux | "Son, we should never forget our past. Lots of mistakes were made back then, but they were also lessons." His voice takes on a tutor-like quality. |
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| 54 | René Arnoux | "No -- we were the last ones to keep all the baby killers and rapists in check, and let me tell you, son..." His eyes find yours. "If there hadn't been Royal Carabineers, Revachol might not be standing at all." |
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| 55 | You | "Thanks for the story, René!" (Conclude.) |
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| 56 | René Arnoux | "Bah!" His gaze wanders over the bay. "There were many such stories in those days. Many such men too. True Revacholians, men with *backbone*." |
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| 57 | Physical Instrument | Shush! Ignore them! They don't know what they're doing. They're *old*! You are letting down yourself and the team. Get in the damn game already! |
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| 58 | René Arnoux | "See? Your munching and complaining have ruined my concentration." The man throws a metal ball toward a smaller, wooden ball in the sand, missing it by a metre. |
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| 59 | Encyclopedia | Trying to throw something as close to a predetermined point as possible... measuring... this must be the age-old game of pétanque. |
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| 60 | René Arnoux |
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| 61 | René Arnoux | Variable["plaza.rene_physint_said_throw"] |
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| 62 | René Arnoux | (Variable["plaza.rene_physint_said_throw"]) == false |
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| 63 | René Arnoux | "Have you no shame," the man says to his partner, "whining about your back every time you bring out the measuring tape?" |
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| 64 | You | "A moment of your time, fellows." (Don't get involved in the game.) |
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| 65 | René Arnoux | "I hope you pass out from it, you goddamn jellyfish. Men like you are the reason this nation is sinking." Standing tall and proud, he looks at his partner with disgust. |
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| 66 | You | Better observe them first. |
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| 67 | None |
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| 68 | Physical Instrument | You're such a wuss! |
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| 69 | Gaston Martin | "René, you're a man with a fork in a world of soup. Please... let's just try to enjoy the game, alright?" The other one is eating a big sandwich. |
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| 70 | René Arnoux |
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| 71 | René Arnoux | Variable["plaza.gaston_talked_to_gaston"] |
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| 72 | René Arnoux | (Variable["plaza.gaston_talked_to_gaston"]) == false |
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| 73 | Physical Instrument | That's the spirit! Don't even waste your breath asking about the game. They wouldn't know anyway. They're *way* past their prime. |
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| 74 | Physical Instrument | No, you got this! There's the ball -- you're the game! |
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| 75 | You | Alright, I got this -- ball time! |
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| 76 | You | Shouldn't I ask what game it is first? |
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| 77 | Physical Instrument | These manly men are playing *balls*. This is a *ball* game. Grab a ball and play it. Don't ask questions. Shoot first, ask questions never. |
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| 78 | Gaston Martin | "René, you're a man with a fork in a world of soup. Please... let's just try to enjoy the game, alright?" This one's still chewing on his sandwich. |
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| 79 | René Arnoux | "Sure, officer. I am René, René Arnoux, and my *specially abled* partner here is Gaston Martin. How can we help you?" The man in the uniform stands before you tall and proud. |
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| 81 | René Arnoux | Variable["plaza.rene_physint_said_throw"] |
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| 82 | René Arnoux | (Variable["plaza.rene_physint_said_throw"]) == false |
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| 83 | René Arnoux |
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| 84 | René Arnoux | Variable["plaza.rene_physint_said_throw"] |
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| 85 | René Arnoux | (Variable["plaza.rene_physint_said_throw"]) == false |
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| 86 | None |
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| 87 | None |
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| 88 | René Arnoux | "Right." The old man stands tall and proud, looking at you inquisitively. |
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| 89 | You | "You seem to be playing in a crater." |
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| 90 | You | "Do you know anything about the man hanged in the back yard of Whirling-in-Rags?" |
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| 91 | None |
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| 92 | Electrochemistry | Look. Look! In his hand, going into his mouth! The sandwich, it's hauntingly beautiful! |
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| 93 | René Arnoux | "I'm trying to, but you keep breaking my concentration. You're old, I can see that. We're both old. Now stop grabbing your ass like it's a girl." |
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| 94 | Interfacing | Could the objective of the game be to throw the metal ball so it lands by the wooden ball? |
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| 95 | René Arnoux | "Watch out, Gaston..." He points at you. "It's Inspector Oaf. Come to throw more of our stuff into the sea, officer?" |
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| 96 | René Arnoux | "I like playing in the dark. Sharpens your nocturnal instincts... Feels like being on recon again." |
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| 97 | René Arnoux | "The purity of snow always reminds me of the purity of a man's soul...." He looks at the falling snow. "If he's got principles." |
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| 98 | René Arnoux | "Your munching has ruined my concentration!" |
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| 99 | René Arnoux | "Offic... argh..." He rubs his chest and spits. "Goddamnit... pull yourself together, René." He turns to you. "What do you want?" |
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| 100 | René Arnoux | "Forgetting those times means the mistakes were for nothing. That all those people died for nothing." |
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| 101 | You | "Quite impressive. It's men like René who made Revachol great once." |
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| 102 | You | "I'm not impressed. All those heroics and where is he now? No, you gotta play to win. Look after *you* first." |
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| 103 | You | "René, I found your guard booth." | Variable["cargo.walkway_rene_guard_booth_seen"] == true |
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| 104 | René Arnoux | "Yes, the Débardeurs' Union pays me to stand vigil during the nights." He looks down. "Not out of any *political* allegiance, mind you." |
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| 105 | René Arnoux | "I'm an old man, don't sleep more than a few hours every night anyway and... money is tight," he adds with a slight sigh. |
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| 106 | Empathy | He feels like he has to justify himself for some reason. |
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| 107 | You | "Got it, thanks." (Conclude.) |
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| 108 | René Arnoux | "Yes, yes. Like I said," he brings it up again, "I would be up *anyway*, so might as well keep an eye out. It keeps my senses sharp." |
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| 110 | René Arnoux | His features stiffen and he gets a cold look. "She... is nobody. This is none of your concern and I refuse to discuss my private affairs with the RCM." |
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| 111 | Gaston Martin | "The lady is Jeanne-Marie Beaulieu." Gaston speaks with a soft voice. "And she sure as hell wasn't a nobody." |
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| 112 | None |
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| 113 | You | "I understand Jeanne-Marie meant a lot to you?" | Variable["plaza.gaston_talked_about_jeanmarie"] == true |
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| 114 | René Arnoux | "I was 22 when I returned from King Guillaume's Ikeira Operation in the south and found my sweetheart in the arms of this wretch..." |
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| 115 | René Arnoux | "There's nothing for you to *understand* here," he snaps. "It is not *her* death you are investigating." |
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| 116 | None |
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| 117 | You | "Were the circumstances of her death in any sense...*unusual*?" |
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| 118 | René Arnoux | "Absolutely not." His voice is coarse. "She died of pneumonia in her bed at the age of 79. This is highly... usual." |
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| 119 | None |
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| 120 | You | "Alright, let's back up to a less sensitive subject, okay?" |
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| 121 | None |
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| 122 | René Arnoux | His face is motionless like a marble mask. He doesn't comment. |
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| 123 | You | "What happened with you, Gaston, and Jeanne-Marie?" |
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| 124 | Encyclopedia | 'The Ikeira Operation' was a seven-year campaign during which Suzerain Guillaume's army forcefully united the people in the southeastern part of Le Petit Continent, collectively known as the Ikeira tribes, under the Revacholian banner. |
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| 125 | René Arnoux | He gives Gaston a hateful look. "I won her back, but while I was dealing with some... issues..." |
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| 126 | Gaston Martin | "You were like a dark cloud sucking the joy out of every living thing around you, and you..." He quickly glances at you. "You... *hurt* her." |
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| 127 | You | "Where was the photo of you two taken?" | CheckItem("rene_photo") |
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