Part 23: Fake Update #2 - Dinner with Trisha and Homer (Extended Scene)

Fake Update #2 - Dinner with Trisha and Homer (Extended Scene)


As far as I know, the changes are only for the new GoG version, there isn't a patch out for the game, so I can't patch yet, even if I wanted to.

And it isn't quite as much fun-ruining as you might think. I've played far enough ahead that I've already used up all my spellbooks, and I've got a lot of HP and Mana right now.

Not to mention that I still have five more pieces of (minimum 5 Charm 60 HP/60 Mana) final gear to find, which will give me at least another 300 HP and Mana, which will end up taking me somewhere close to 1100 HP and 1600 Mana in the endgame - so even though I won't be able to fill out all my charm slots, I'll be supercharged enough that you'll basically get the idea.


Fake Update #2 - Dinner with Trisha and Homer (Extended Scene)

I cut this scene out because it was just too long, and it wasn't really relevant material. It's two solid pages of pretty uninteresting backstory for a couple of minor characters who won't be featured much after this. Almost all of the dialogue, (except for Jeremiah talking about his father) was taken from the game.




So, Homer, what can you tell me about your farm?
I inherited this farm from my grandfather. The old man wasn't satisfied with his life in the big town, so he decided he might do better settling down in a rural area. With hard work he build a productive farm within five years.
I'd like to learn more about living on a farm. All the recent excitement I've had makes something like this seem tempting.
Ho Hum. It's a pretty tedious life sometimes, I can tell you. Always having to get up at 4 o'clock in the morning to see after the DAMNED animals... Oh, please don't mind my Dwarfish. It's just that farm life can sometimes be so boring compared to Rivertown. That's where I'm from, you know.
You didn't grow up in the farmlands?
No. I was the daughter of a reputable merchant in Rivertown. I didn't get along with my father very well - he was a touchy old skinflint - so when a big hunky farmer came and swept me off my feet, I was all for it.
When I saw her in the market of Rivertown for the first time, I fell for her like a bullock falling down a well.

Trisha picked up Homer's hand and squeezed it.

I'll admit that I didn't love Homer to begin with; I just wanted to get away from Dad. But Homer is such a good, sweet-natured man - it was impossible not to fall in love with him.
Did your father accept your decision to go live on a farm?

Trisha laughed mockingly, with a touch of bitterness.

No, of course not. He refused to come to the wedding, never replied to my letters and, when I went to visit him just before he died, he told me that he despised me. My father thought that I would take over his business one day, you see. I believe that was the only thing he ever really loved. Anyway, he cut me off without a penny - lucky I have a good husband with a productive farm as compensation.
I never really got along with my father either. He was a former mercenary, a good one too. He lived to become wealthy enough to retire. He got restless and turned his hand to politics in Idfrenna - that's where I'm from, over the mountains.
A mercenary and politician? That seems an odd combination.
You'd think so, but father seemed to adapt well - if anything he was even better at that. He used to say "Diplomacy is the art of cutting someone's throat without them noticing."

I shook my head.

I never really had the patience for that sort of thing. Luckily, my older sister Jenna took to it like a duck on water, even if she was full of "silly idealistic nonsense," as father put it. Still, I could tell he didn't mean it, he was really proud of her.
But not you?
I didn't think so. I was born with magic in my blood, so they tell me. Father never really trusted or understood magic; he'd lost a few too many friends and colleagues to dark wizards in his mercenary days. I think he expected me to follow his and Jenna's footsteps into politics, or at least do something "honorable" like take up a sword.

I looked down sadly.

After mother died in a bandit attack, we drifted even further apart. We didn't see each other for months at a time, and barely exchanged words when we did see each other. I never really knew how much he cared until I was at his deathbed... not, not even then. It was after that...

I drifted off. The table had gone quiet. I decided to try and lighten the mood by changing to a different topic. It was clear that Homer and Trisha were as eager to do that as I was.

So, does working on a farm give you much free time?
The farm is big and we don't have enough farmhands. What with all the farmwork and household chores, my husband and I barely get any time to relax together.
I'd never thought about the 'getting up early' aspect of farming. I think life on a farm won't be an option once I retire from wizarding.
Still, life on a farm is very healthy, Jeremiah. You don't get sick often and you spend lots of time out in the fresh air.
Sometimes, _{usually about four in the morning,} I forget that I've never seen a place that's as beautiful as the farmlands.