Dialogue referenced was taken from the end of Chapter 3: The lord of Helwin.

  Transcript of the side story:

  Some mages say they can “smell” things.

  “This person is like moss on a riverbank.”

  “This person is fire and ash."

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  It sounds fantastical, but I think I understand it a little.

  There’s no scent, but my instinct speaks.

  “This one is safe.”

  "That one's not bad, but I should be careful.”

  “Get away at all costs."

  It's kept me alive this long. I've got no choice but to trust it.

  Which is why the first time I met my brother, I ran.

  It didn't make any sense.

  My instinct said "safety"—

  —but also "danger."

  What the hell?

  Should I trust him? Should I leave? Is this a warning, or is it an opportunity? Damn it, I think he's still following me...

  Safety, but also danger, it could've meant so many things. But suddenly I was reminded of the

  story the old man at the end of the street always told us: back in his days as a soldier, in order

  to be safe from archers—

  —you had to charge towards them.

  Would you risk it? A chance to change your life? Would you gamble just for that opportunity? Would you bet everything on a person you didn't really know? Would you—

  "I have some questions for you, so how about we trade?"

  Would you risk it?

  I would.

  "Is that a yes or a no?"

  "It's a yes."

  "Let's trade."