Geoffrey's Charge/Script

Calill's Shop
Calill: Come on in! Geoffrey: May I? Calill: Well, speak of the devil! If it isn't General Geoffrey himself. I wouldn't have expected a visit, since you're leaving tomorrow. Amy: Hi, General Geoffrey! What can we do for you today? Geoffrey: Sorry, Amy, but I'm not here as a customer. Amy: Huh? Calill: Oh, I see why you're here. It's about time, too. I'm ready to string that blathering drunkard up by his heels. Makalov: Ta dah...! Whoops... Who put that chair there? I could have been killed! Lady Calill, you beckoned? Geoffrey: Makalov, why are you drinking? You realize that tomorrow we have a battle to fight, yes? Makalov: Greetings, General! My, you're looking even more dashing and handsome than usual, Your Excellency. Calill: Good grief... That man's an embarrassment. Are you sure he's a Royal Knight? He's like a pig pretending to fly. Why not put a dog in armor and call it "sir"! Astrid: Miss Calill, that's not very nice! I think Sir Makalov deserves a little more respect than that. Calill: Are you blind, Astrid? It's the night before a mission, and that fool is stinking drunk. Probably gambled all his money away, too. And you! You follow him around mooning over him and cleaning up his messes! Do you have no pride, girl? What the man needs is someone to slap some sense into him. Perhaps I should-- Astrid: I've chosen to look after Sir Makalov! Nobody's forced me to do it. And it's really none of your business! Calill: You know, I'm really starting to wonder about your "good upbringing." Of all the men out there, what possessed you to place your bets on such a shabby prospect? Astrid: Wh-what did you just say!? There are no gentlemen in this land half as fine as Sir Makalov! Geoffrey: Oh my... Largo: All right, settle down, everybody. Keep this up and the general's gonna pretend he doesn't know either of you. Calill: Fine, fine. I'm sorry, all right? Happy? So... what was it that you needed with that ale-soaked oaf, anyway? Geoffrey: I just wanted to go over our battle plan one last time before retiring. Largo: I heard you're going after the duke of Felirae? You think you can handle him? Geoffrey: Of course. However, he's been marshalling his forces for quite some time now. Which means our preparations will have to be flawless if we want to end this quickly. Largo: If only I were up to it. You know me. Hah! I'd crush him! I'd kick him apart! Calill: Well, I suppose I could go? Someone of my wisdom and power is easily worth two of you clods. Largo: Yeah! That's a great idea, lamb-blossom. Like I always say, the best enemies are the ones that are on fire. Geoffrey: I'm sorry, but no. Although I do appreciate the enthusiasm. Calill: I don't see the problem! Do you think I've gone soft! My magic is still in tip-top shape, I'll have you know! Geoffrey: No. It's just that I'm sure Queen Elincia wouldn't be pleased with civilians fighting against their countrymen. Calill: Hmm. I suppose you have a point. Danved: In that case, let Danved join you. Danved is not a citizen of Crimea. Danved will fight like ten men. Geoffrey: Devdan! When did you get here? Largo: Actually, General... This, uh... This is not Devdan. This is a friend of mine, Danved. Danved: Yes, it's true. People often make that mistake. But Danved is definitely not Devdan. Geoffrey: Uh-huh. You look exactly like him. Largo: Doesn't he?! Amazing, isn't it? Anyway, you can take him with you. Oh, and no pressure, but the fate of our country depends on the Royal Knights. Good luck! Don't blow it! Danved: Danved will fight like a bear! like a tiger! We don't need Largo and Calill, because Danved is pretty amazing. Geoffrey: Uh... I understand, I think. Thank you for your help. Calill: Well, I suppose that's settled. It's time for you to discuss tomorrow's tactics. Good luck with that. As for that useless drunk... I'll have someone carry him over later. Geoffrey: Thank you. Astrid: Sir Makalov is not useless! How many times do I have to say it!? Geoffrey: Astrid. It's about time you got back, as well. Astrid: Y-yes, General! Forgive me! I'll hurry back as soon as Sir Makalov is feeling better! Geoffrey: Give me strength... The sooner, the better.

Elincia
Geoffrey: Your Majesty! What are you doing with that lance? Elincia: I asked your servant for it, and he gave it to me. Geoffrey: Why would Your Majesty, as queen, do such a thing? Who knows how tangled the web of rumors could become, because of that... Elincia: Let the court say what it wishes. You are far more important to me than the whispers of nattering nobles. Geoffrey: ...You don't need to say that. Elincia: Geoffrey... I'm sorry. Geoffrey: I don't understand. What's wrong? Elincia: Three years ago... you fought to free Crimea from the clutches of Daein. While you held this lance, your courage was dauntless and your prowess, legendary. Geoffrey: Yes. It's a brave lance, and I'm very proud of it. Elincia: I... I can't have you raise the same lance against your fellow people of Crimea. I'm sorry... I just can't. Geoffrey: Your Majesty is worried about the shadow it would cast over my name? The dishonor of using that weapon on Crimeans? Elincia: I would never want to damage your pride as a knight. It would be too much to bear. Geoffrey: Believe no such thing, Your Majesty. My pride as a knight is most deeply rooted in my service to you. That will never waver, no matter what. Elincia... You know that. Elincia: Then take your lance. Use it to fight for Crimea once again.

Kieran
Kieran: Forgive my tardiness, sir! Kieran, second in command of the Royal Knights, at your service! Geoffrey: Sorry to have disturbed your rest. Kieran: Not at all! If it were your will, General, I would hasted to the very edge of the world at your calling. Geoffrey: Kieran, I'm lucky to have such a devoted follower. This is no reward, but there's something I want you to have. Kieran: A silver axe!? Th-this is... It's so sharp! Do you mean I can have it!? Geoffrey: Do you like it? Kieran: Like it? My heart is ready to burst! I feel... It's like it's my birthday, and I just got my first suit of armor! Geoffrey: Wonderful. I'm glad to hear it. Kieran: It will look fabulous on the mantel! My family will enjoy it for years to come. I can't tell you how grateful I am. Geoffrey: Kieran, that's an axe, not a painting. Paintings are for mantels. Axes are for fighting. I want you to use that axe. Kieran: What!? I couldn't! Geoffrey: You can't refuse. It's an order. Kieran: Sigh... Understood, sir! I promise to keep it well protected and free from scratches! Geoffrey: Sigh. You're hopeless.