Brom: Good morning! I'm Brom. I take it you're with the Greil Mercenaries?
Boyd: Well, if it isn't the imprisoned papa! I'm Boyd. And I'm one of the original Greil Mercenaries.
Brom: Oh, that's swell! You know, you fight pretty well for someone so young.
Boyd: Young? Ha! You're one to talk! I mean, look at you, pops! We had to bust you out of a prison, and you're STILL a big fatty! How do you fight with a body like that? Doesn't all the jiggling slow you down?
Brom: Aw, you're right... I know it could be trouble during a big battle. But this body has served me well! After all, you need a lot of girth to manage a mule and plow!
Boyd: You're a farmer, pops?
Brom: That's right! But I hate to think that my big belly would be a burden on you... Aw, now I feel terrible! Sniff... Sniff...
Boyd: Wha--? Hey, don't cry, pops! Look, let's start working out together! I'll whip you into shape in no time!
Brom: Really? Do you mean that? That would be great! Whip me into shape, Boyd! Oh, my wife will be so surprised!
Brom: Huff...huff...huff... Phew! Hey, Boyd... I'm sorry... for being...phew!...being such a drag!
Boyd: You can't help being a slow walker. Don't worry! You're doing fine.
Brom: You really think so? Aw, thanks, Boyd! You know, I may not be in the best shape, but I've got more tenacity than anyone. A farmer's work lasts all year 'round, after all. You've got to have patience.
Boyd: All year, huh? Tell me, pops. Do you enjoy working in the fields?
Brom: You bet! Sure, I've got my share of worries, like bugs and animals and bad weather... But it's all worth it come harvest time!
Brom: What's wrong?
Boyd: Oh, I was just thinking... The farming life is the complete opposite of what we mercenaries do. I mean, a farmer gets to bring life to the world, and his work keeps everyone going. But mercenaries? We kill people, and we break things, and... Well, we bring death, not life.
Brom: Aw, don't talk it down like that! You get to fight for what's right and protect people!
Boyd: Hey, don't get me wrong. The Greil Mercenaries are my family, and I do my job because I like it. But...you know what?
Boyd: Break time's over! Up and at 'em, pops!! Back to the training!
Brom: W-what? Wait, it's only been a... H-hold on! Aw, shucks! Phew... Huff... Puff...
Brom: Whew! Aw, shucks! I give up! You got me! Phew! You're too much for me, Boyd.
Boyd: You were close this time, pops. You've gotten a lot better. I think we can wrap up training soon.
Brom: I've gotten better, huh? You really think so?
Boyd: You're like a full-fledged soldier! There's not an enemy around that wouldn't be afraid of you!
Brom: Oh, I'm so happy to hear that! I just didn't want to be a huge burden on everyone anymore.
Boyd: Oh, stop it. Keep this up, and you could even be a royal guard after the war.
Brom: No thank you! I'm done fighting. When this war is over, I'm going back to farming.
Boyd: Listen, pops. Tell me the truth... How do we mercenaries seem to you? I mean, to farmers? Simple people.
Brom: What? I don't get you, Boyd.
Boyd: Well, the world is full of mercenaries, but most of them are just scoundrels who can't hold any other job, right? So when there's no war to fight, they wander the countryside without honest work. A lot of them end up stealing from villagers or just turn into common cutthroats.
Brom: Boyd, you're not--
Boyd: Nah, we're not like them. I know that. But...you can't tell that just by looking at us. I hear it when I walk through towns. "Careful! The mercenaries are back." "They're scrounging for money." It kinda hurts, you know? I mean, I don't care what you say about me, but when you talk bad about my family...
Brom: Well, Boyd. Here's what I think. Folks always judge, and they're usually wrong. That's just how they are, you know? You can't worry about it too much. But I like you. And I respect you, too. Shucks, everyone in this company has been just great! Anyway, that's what I think.
Boyd: Thanks, pops. That's...good to hear. All right! Back to the training! Let's go the extra mile this time!
Brom: Huh!? A-again? G-give me a second, Boyd! Phew! Huff...puff...
Brom: How do these guys know where to go without getting lost? Moving from one camp to the next every day, never resting, bad food... Oh, it's got me all worked up!
Nephenee: It's a war. There ain't nothin' you can do. We just have to get used to it.
Brom: I guess you're right. You and I were strangers to war before.
Nephenee: I know. That's why I don't quite understand what passes for normal around here.
Brom: I tell ya, it sure was tough when I first volunteered! For one thing, we militiamen are nothing but a bunch of farmers and villagers. We had courage and determination to spare, but we sure lacked talent!
Nephenee: I know what ya mean, Brom! There weren't even enough gear for us! They gave me a bow and told me to share it with another gal. But neither one of us knew how to use it, anyhow.
Brom: Yup! I hear you well! The war broke out so suddenly, the only decent training we got was how to stand for roll call! Every time we marched, people got lost or strayed or fled. We were losing soldiers before we even saw the enemy. That's why I don't feel bad about being taken prisoner... But this army is real good compared to my last one!
Nephenee: Well, what did you expect? We're in a real army now. Horsefeathers! Where are those barracks?
Brom: Oh, enough walking! My feet hurt! And my back is sore. Let's just ask someone.
Nephenee: A-ask someone? Um... Fine. You do it!
Brom: What? What's wrong?
Nephenee: I... I'm not used to talkin' with city folk.
Brom: What are you afraid of? Just talk like you always do.
Nephenee: Oh no! I-I'm a country girl! They'll all set to laughin'...
Brom: That's right! That's it! Yee haw! That's the smile I want to see. You're a good-looking girl, Nephenee! The young fellas in the company won't leave you alone if you keep doing that! Say, why don't you find a nice guy here and take him back to the village!
Brom: So, anyway... My oldest girl is well built! Actually, she's about my size. But don't worry! She can still work the fields like a man! I'm sure you'll love her!
Zihark: Um...she sounds...lovely.
Brom: Stop giving me such halfhearted answers and start listening! I'm talking about the girl who is going to be your future wife!
Zihark: Brom, listen... I didn't tell you this the other day, but... I have no intentions of getting married now.
Brom: What? Aw, shucks! Why not?
Zihark: I had... I had an important girlfriend before. We couldn't be together because of...complicated reasons... But even now I still think about her. I can't get her out of my mind. I appreciate your kindness, but... Anyway, that's why.
Brom: I see. That's a real shame...
Zihark: But I tell you what! The idea of joining your family was quite appealing.
Brom: Hmm... Then how about my second-oldest girl?! She's a little younger, but don't let that worry you too much! She's a sweetheart, I tell ya! Why, once when the cow got loose, she lifted it right up and hauled it back...
Zihark: No! Wait! That isn't what I meant... Aw, nuts.