Template:NpcData/Gadwin

Gadwin
Level	1
Aggressive	No
Hostile	No
Interactable	Yes

Dialogue

44 lines of dialogue. Options are marked ›, → jumps to the line an option leads to.

Conversation starts

• "Father! Uncle Bodevar is teaching me how to use the sword!" — depends on progress
• "It's settled then! Pick up a training sword from the table and strike…" — depends on progress
• "Hahaa, what a swing and bash! What say you, boy?" — depends on progress
• "How about you pick up a bow and demonstrate what a true marksman you a…" — depends on progress
• "Father, you hit the target bullseye! And I was worried you'd miss..." — depends on progress
• "Woah, father! You beat uncle Bodevar!" — depends on progress
• "Father! Do you have my sword?" — depends on progress
• "Find Warwick's forge down the path east from here." — depends on progress
• "Heh, Gadwin's a good kid, just needs more discipline. Anyway, how abou…" — depends on progress

Gadwin: Father! Uncle Bodevar is teaching me how to use the sword!

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Uncle Bodevar: That's right, brother. After all, somebody here should make sure the boy doesn't grow into a spineless milksop. Don't you remember how hard father pushed us when we were his age?

› It's true, the boy needs more discipline. How's his form looking? →

› I do. Frankly I was hoping not to repeat his mistakes. →

› I see. I'll leave you to it. (end)

Gadwin: I'm getting quite good at this, father. Look! *Gadwin swings his practice sword.*

› Indeed. But listen, boy; you need get yourself ready for tonight's banquet. →

› Indeed. Carry on. (end)

Gadwin: But father, I haven't finished my training! Tell him, uncle!

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Uncle Bodevar: Humm... Yes... There are a few skills we still meant to cover. Seems to me you could use a bit of practice too, Rothar. After all, when was the last time you handled a sword?

› It has been awhile... →

› I'll have you know my sword handling skills are perfectly fine. →

Uncle Bodevar: Then it's settled! Pick up a training sword from the table and strike that dummy over there. Show the boy how it's done, brother.

› Right. (end)

Uncle Bodevar: Hah! All the more reason then. You can show the boy how it's really done. Go on, brother, pick up a training sword from the table and strike that dummy over there.

› Oh fine. (end)

Uncle Bodevar: Pff, nonsense. Father was a hard man but look how we turned out! I'd say it was only necessary.

› That's a discussion for another time. The boy needs to get ready for tonight's banquet. →

› Well... don't let me stop you. I'll check back later. (end)

Uncle Bodevar: It's settled then! Pick up a training sword from the table and strike that dummy over there.

› Right, let's see... (end)

Uncle Bodevar: Hahaa, what a swing and bash! What say you, boy?

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Gadwin: I don't know... That didn't look terribly convincing, father...

› You really do need harder discipline, boy. →

› Really? Have I lost my grip, brother? →

Gadwin: Oh sorry, I meant that was stunning, father! You really struck that dummy hard!

› Hmph. →

Uncle Bodevar: Your father is a little rusty, that's all. If he kept his skills sharp, he could strike down the fiercest of foes. But sometimes getting up close and personal isn't the best way to go. How fares your aim, brother?

› I'm not sure. Perhaps it could be improved. →

› I always was more confident with a bow. →

Gadwin: Yes! Uncle said becoming a master archer is a life-long path of learning! Try hitting the target with a bow, father!

› Very well. (end)

Uncle Bodevar: So you say. But as father often liked to remind us, words are best proven by actions. Why don't you try shooting the target with a bow, Rothar?

› Very well. (end)

Uncle Bodevar: Erm, well... It was a valiant effort, brother, a valiant effort indeed. Isn't that right boy?

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Gadwin: Yes uncle...

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Uncle Bodevar: How about you pick up a bow and demonstrate what a true marksman you are, brother.

› Very well. (end)

Gadwin: Father, you hit the target bullseye! And I was worried you'd miss...

› I'll have you know I won Imberthale's archery championship as a young lad. →

› Heh. Must've got lucky. →

Uncle Bodevar: Hah. That is a story you never allow me to forget.

› Oh I would, if you stopped being so sore about it. →

› Ah well, it's true it was a long time ago. →

Uncle Bodevar: Is that so? Well I must say, playing around with the practice dummy is well suited for children, but how about an opponent that strikes back? Duel me brother!

› Let's do this. →

› Don't be ridiculous. →

Gadwin: Oooooooh this ought to be good!

› Continue (end)

Gadwin: Oooooooh please do, father! I want to see this!

› Continue →

Uncle Bodevar: What is it, brother? Could it be that you're afraid you might lose? Surely that can't be it.

› You really are begging me to kick your rear. (end)

Uncle Bodevar: Indeed, well... The practice dummy is one thing but how about an opponent that strikes back? Duel me brother, for old times sake?

› Sure, let's do this →

› Do I have to? →

Gadwin: Oooooooh this ought to be good!

› Continue (end)

Uncle Bodevar: Come on, Rothar, don't be such a bad sport.

› All right, all right. (end)

Uncle Bodevar: Modest, eh? Well, you did win that archery contest all the way back, maybe it wasn't for nothing.

› Maybe. Though it was a long time ago. →

Gadwin: Woah, father! You beat uncle Bodevar!

› Continue →

Uncle Bodevar: Yeah, all right... I went easy on you brother. Let's do this again and I'll give you more of a challenge!

› Yes, but Gadwin, we have a banquet to prepare for. Off you go now. →

Gadwin: Aww, but father... When am I getting that sword you promised me? Even uncle said I should practice handling a real sword.

› Can't you have it later? →

Gadwin: But that's what you said last time father...

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Uncle Bodevar: The boy does need a proper sword, Rothar...

› Oh fine, let me find the smith. →

Uncle Bodevar: I saw him pounding away at the forge earlier, down the path east by the quarry. Perhaps he's had a spare one made?

› Let's see. I'll bring your sword, boy. →

Gadwin: Yay! Thanks father, you're the best!

› Leave. (end)

Gadwin: Father! Do you have my sword?

› I have it right here, boy. The smith was busy so I hammered it myself. →

› Hold on, I'll be back with it later. (end)

Uncle Bodevar: Truly? My brother, you are full of surprises!

› Oh yes. →

Gadwin: It's perfect!

› Now, what do you say son? Will you be on your best behavior tonight? →

Gadwin: Yes, father. I will, father.

› Perfect. (end)

Uncle Bodevar: Find Warwick's forge down the path east from here.

› Right. (end)

Uncle Bodevar: Heh, Gadwin's a good kid, just needs more discipline. Anyway, how about a rematch on that duel? You know how I hate losing.

› Shouldn't you get yourself ready for the banquet too? →

› Hell yes, brother. →

› Maybe later, Bode. (end)

Uncle Bodevar: You know me, I'm not much into dressing up. But don't worry, I promise to brush my hair back and find something half decent to wear.

› As long as you don't show up in full plate mail again... →

› All right. In that case, let's duel! →

› Okay then, but I need to run. See you later. (end)

Uncle Bodevar: Hahaha, it was one time! And I did it as a prank, I promise.

› Whatever you say. Anyway, I'm itching for another sparring match! →

› Okay then, but I need to run. See you later. (end)

Uncle Bodevar: Right on, brother! Don't count on me holding back this time!

› Fight. (end)