Talk to the Guard.
Guard
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You're an oracle?
Name?
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Guard
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Seanna... Seanna... Ah, here it is.
Right this way, if you please.
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Kean
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Isn't she supposed to go to the cathedral?
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Guard
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Ah, the oracles are meeting somewhere else.
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Seanna
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Don't worry about me, Kean. This nice soldier will get me there.
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Seanna
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What's wrong? We'll see each other again in no time!
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Kean
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Seanna. Don't trust or follow any strangers.
If someone asks for help on the street, find someone else to help them.
No matter how nice someone looks, don't eat anything any strangers give you.
Do you understand?
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Seanna
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I'm not a child, you know.
But since you're so worried, I'll be extra careful. Okay?
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(Kean whispers to Seanna, keeping his eyes on the soldier.)
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Kean
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(Seanna, you mustn't show the blue crystal to anyone on the street.)
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Seanna
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(I'll keep that in mind.)
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Guard
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Ma'am, the others are waiting.
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Seanna
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Right!
See you later, Kean and <Eira>! Good luck!
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(The Guard and Seanna walk out of view.)
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Kean
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How strange. That farewell felt strangely final, somehow. The stress of everything that's happened must be getting to me.
We have work to do. First we'll get permission from the Royal Army to enter Fobellow Prairie.
Once we've gathered clues from there, we can see a magician about deciphering them.
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