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The Hag: As the midnight moon rises on black wings, we await the light at the end… In life and in death, glory to Mother Miranda.
Ethan: Hey, remember me? I almost died up at that castle. Tell me what is going on around here?
The Hag: How can a man be “almost” dead? That’s a question for the wise.
Ethan: You know what I mean. And I still haven’t found Rose. Where did Mother Miranda take her?
The Hag: You’re too late! Or maybe…”almost” too late? The child will be sacrificed. Life for life.
Ethan: What kind of sick medieval shit is this? She’s just a baby!
The Hag: The crests of the four bloodlines may open the path you seek..
Ethan: Will you please stop talking in riddles? I just want to find my daughter.
The Hag: It’s only a riddle if you don’t know the answer.
Ethan: Wait a second, that looks familiar. Hey! Hey, wait! Is this…?
The Duke: There you are. I had a feeling you would pop up here.
Ethan: It was all worthless.
The Duke: Is that so? I assume you’ve picked up something of value.
Ethan: Not sure if it’s of value, but…
The Duke: Why—you have your daughter right in your own hands.
Ethan: What are you saying?
The Duke: Take a closer look. That flask seems to contain her head.
Ethan: No… Wh-Wha-?
The Duke: Rose is—
Ethan: Don’t say another word! This—this is impossible! This just can’t be…!
The Duke: Your daughter’s essence is still intact. Her powers are truly unique.
Ethan: Who—who could even do this?
The Duke: She can be saved, you know?
Ethan: Saved? From this? Are you insane!?
The Duke: There’s a house with a red chimney on the western side of the village. Go and seek out the man who lives there. Then we can continue our conversation.
Ethan: Quit holding out and get to the damn point!
The Duke: You don’t have to trust my words, but do you have any better options? Your choice. The customer is always right, after all.
Ethan: You’ll pay if I find out this is a lie. Fucking joker…!
Ethan: What the hell?
Ethan: Damn it… Better see Duke again.
The Duke: How was it? Did you learn anything?
Ethan: I found these feathers. Now tell me how to fix this like you said you would.
The Duke: Settle down. First you must use that key and collect all of your little Rose’s flasks.
Ethan: Where are the rest of them?
The Duke: There are four in total. You have the one, and the other lords have the rest.
Ethan: Lords?
The Duke: Mother Miranda is the cold, calculating ruler of this village. Four lords serve under her. The first you’ve already met, the lady Dimitrescu. The second lives deep in a valley of mist, the doll maker Donna Beneviento. None of her playmates have ever come back from that dank, old estate. The third is Moreau, a being of twisted flesh that lives in the reservoir past the windmills. It’s said that he is not the only monster that lives in those waters. The fourth and most dangerous is Heisenberg. He works in his factory on the village outskirts. And the project? Let’s just say parts of the human imagination are better left alone. If you truly wish to save your daughter, you must first gather the four flasks. I’ll do you a personal favor. I’ve marked the Lords’ locations on your map. Some treasures still lurk in this village. I’m sure each one will prove of great use to you.
Ethan: Why are you doing all this?
The Duke: Why it’s all part of our first class customer service. Please do come again soon…