FEATHERS Starring:
ULSTER	IRIA	DRYST	BAGDEMAGUS

CONDITIONS: Beginning of the game

Castle Patio

Ulster: We're in debt again this month.... Half of it is due to King Dryst spending too much money on pleasure... It's such a headache...

Iria: Ou..ch...

Ulster: What happened!? What's with all the blood!? Are you going to be OK? What's in that bag you're carrying?

Iria: ...Where's King Dryst?

Ulster: I think he's on the top floor... You need to get your wound treated first.

Iria: No...

Ulster: Wait!

Top Floor

Iria: Your majesty, I have returned. I have this...

Dryst: Huh..? ...Oh! Iria!

Ulster: (He's drinking during the day again..?)

Bagdemagus: Wow! Is that the head of a cannibal bird? That's the biggest one I've ever seen!

Dryst: Just leave it somewhere around there. Ulster, tell Hula to change the feathers in my hat, OK?

Ulster: Hat..? Your majesty... You didn't send Iria to the Valley of Death just for feathers, did you?

Dryst: That's right.

Ulster: Excuse me?

Dryst: I sent her to get the feathers.

Ulster: What!? Your majesty, Iria is a very important Knight for our country. And you sent her to such a dangerous place only for feathers?

Dryst: Ulster, are you questioning me? Who gave you the authority?

Ulster: Ah... but...

Dryst: You're wrong about Iria. She is not a Knight for the country of Iscalio. She is my Knight. I can do whatever I want with her. Isn't this right, Iria?

Iria: Yes sir...

Ulster: That's insane... She got away with some injuries, but she could ahve been killed.

Dryst: Are you blind?! The blood on Iria is not hers.

Ulster: Huh? Really?!

Dryst: Iscalio does not have weaklings that can be kileld by birds! If they die, so be it! [Here Dryst is sounding a bit like Vince Lombardi...]

Ulster: (What?!)

Dryst: Get out of here! Looking at the weird hat you're wearing is making me sick!

Bagdemagus: Hua, huia, hua! Weird looking hat, huh? It really looks weird...

Ulster: Excuse me.

Iria: ...Excuse me...
Inside the Castle Corridor

Ulster: But... I don't understand what's on his mind. Why does he always give you those dangerous orders? Doesn't that bother you, Iria?

Iria: Orders from our lord are absolute.

Ulster: Indeed... But what if you get killed?

Iria: That's OK with me.

Ulster: Officer Iria...