Part 84: Lowen

Support Conversations: Lowen

Lowen/Marcus

Fire/Ice:
C - Attack + .5, Defense + .5, Accuracy + 5, Avoid + 5, Critical + 2.5, Critical Evade + 2.5
B - Attack + 1, Defense + 1, Accuracy + 10, Avoid + 10, Critical + 5, Critical Evade + 5
A - Attack + 1.5, Defense + 1.5, Accuracy + 15, Avoid + 15, Critical + 7.5, Critical Evade + 7.5

C Support

: Lowen! What are you doing?!
: A-Ah! General Marcus!
: Have you forgotten everything I taught you?! Be ever vigilant in surveying the field! The enemy could always catch you unawares! Do not let your inexperience be the downfall of an army, boy!
: Y-Yes, sir. I understand!
: You’ve got heart, boy. But that’s about it. If you don’t have the steel in your mind as well as in your belly, then you don’t deserve to wear it!
: Yes, sir!
: But your lance thrusts are looking better!
: Yes, sir! As per general’s orders, I do 1,000 thrusts a day!
: Idiot!
: Ahh...
: You are still but half a knight! And half a knight must practice twice as hard as a full knight! Do you think you will make progress by doing the bare minimum, whelp?!
: N-No, sir!
: At that rate, you’d never become a true knight of Pherae! Not like Harken and Isadora!
: Y-Yes, sir! I will try harder!

B Support

: Hrrmph!
: Urrgh...
: What, can’t you stand up, Lowen? What kind of a knight can’t take a single blow of my spear?
: Y-yes, sir...!
: And again! Grrarr!
: Oooff!
: Ha! And how about this one?
: Hunngggh! Ahh...
: Lowen... If a mere glancing thrust like that is enough to dismount you, you need far more training! Now listen...before we meet to spar again...
: Not... yet... I can... still take more... Sir Marcus... Please continue...
: ...All right, then! Next, take...that!

A Support

: Lowen!
: Y-Yes, sir!
: Well done.
: Sir?
: You’ve stood up to quite enough... And what’s more, you’ve distinguished yourself in battle, son!
: General Marcus...!
: When we return to Pherae, I will see to it that you are properly decorated! Lowen, you have become a fine knight of Pherae. Well done, indeed! I am very proud of you.
: General Marcus... Th-Thank you! It is all your doing, general!
: Idiot! Where is your pride!? You are now a knight of Pherae! And I will no longer coddle you as I have! Learn how to conduct yourself as a knight of the first class! Understood?
: Yes, sir!
: Rumble...
: General Marcus! Did your stomach just make that noise?
: It was your imagination... Rumble...
: There it was again!
: Hmmph... All right... Lowen, give them up.
: Yes, sir! Based on the sound of that rumbling... I’d say you need about five boar’s meat dumplings, am I right?
: Mm. Lowen, these are delicious... I am reminded of an old saying... “Fill your heart, but first, fill your belly...” Now, don’t you forget that, eh, son?
: No, sir! I won’t!

Lowen/Rebecca

Fire/Fire

C - Attack + 1, Accuracy + 5, Avoid + 5, Critical + 5
B - Attack + 2, Accuracy + 10, Avoid + 10, Critical + 10
A - Attack + 3, Accuracy + 15, Avoid + 15, Critical + 15

C Support

: Rebecca!
: Ah... Hello, sire. Are you well?
: No, Rebecca, ...I am not. I am a mere soldier, undecorated and unlauded. To be honest, I am no more than an attendant knight.
: Oh, but that’s absurd! Sir Lowen, you are a fine knight! Why, I remember it so well... Countless hundreds of bandits had descended on our village...
: Please... There were ten at most...
: In the heat of the moment, it felt like many more!
: Hmm...
: Anyway, just as their fiendish grip on our village began to tighten, you appeared, Sir Lowen, on your white steed...
: But...my horse is sorrel.
: This is the way I prefer to remember it, milord. Please don’t ruin it by correcting me!
: Hmm...
: So you appeared astride your mighty steed to save us from the bandits, and I was overcome with joy...

B Support

: Sir Lowen!
: Rebecca? How did you find me here?
: Oh, that was easy! I asked Marcus, and he told me right away! How are you feeling today, Sir Lowen?
: I am full of vigor! If only my skill matched my enthusiasm today. Lord Marcus reprimanded me several times during our march.
: Yes, I saw that. Lord Marcus is a bit severe, isn’t he?
: No, not at all! It is no more than I deserve for my incompetence! My spear arm is still unsteady, and I must sadly wonder if I will ever be of use to this army.
: How can you say that? Sir Lowen, you are so commanding in the saddle!
: For now, I’m nothing but an inconvenience to Lord Eliwood! I must become stronger! Beginning today, I will triple the number of my practice spear thrusts!
: You... You’re shouting. You know...I really think you try hard enough already. Here, take this... In gratitude for saving my village.
: What is this?
: I preserved some home-cooked meals for you to eat in the field. They should supplement your emergency rations nicely, Sir Lowen.
: How did you know about my emergency rations? Have you asked a fortune-teller about me, or...
: Lord Marcus told me.
: Ah, yes! Of course he did! Lord Marcus! How is it that you know everything!? ...Regardless, thank you, Rebecca.
: Sure, and I’ll bring plenty more!

A Support

: Rebecca!
: Sir Lowen?
: Are you all right?
: Why, yes... Wh-What is it, Sir Lowen?
: You seem...unhurt... Thank goodness... I’m so glad...you’re safe...
: Yes, I am perfectly fine... Why did you think I was--
: I had a foul premonition... I have a sense of these things. And, well, I just...do care about you...so much...
: Ah...
: It was three years ago, Rebecca, that I lost my grandfather. Six months ago, my father. So, Rebecca, I beg you, please be careful!
: Yes, of course... I just didn’t know... Sir Lowen...that you cared...
: Oh...!
: Well, this is a little awkward. But...it makes me very happy.
: Yes, well... Err... I...
: ...
: ...
: So, umm...
: Yes?
: That premonition you get... what’s it like? It must be a truly terrible feeling...
: Well...it’s actually just... It’s a...a terrible rumbling in my stomach...
: ...Huh?

Lowen/Isadora

Lowen/Harken