He Who Sings of Love

It is recommended that you clear Ch. 6: Domina Wastelands before playing.

• Edge: We're being followed. I don't sense any hostility though.
• Mog: Kupo?
• Zidane: Yeah, you can come out now.
  

(Thancred arrives)

• ???: Wait. I confess I was watching you, but I mean no harm.
• ???: Besides, it would be foolish of me to pick a fight with a band of skilled warriors such as yourselves. Surely, you wouldn't hurt a man of peace, either?
• Warrior of Light: You seem lightly equipped for someone traveling these lands alone.
• ???: A wandering minstrel such as myself has no need for any more than what's necessary to survive.
• Onion Knight: Right... And do bards usually spy on people, too?
• ???: I had to make sure you weren't a bevy of ladies after my heart.
• ???: Besides, I am unfamiliar with these lands, so I'd prefer to remain careful.
• Onion Knight: Yeah...I guess I'd do the same thing if I were in your shoes.
• Onion Knight: Our journey has just made us a little distrusting of others. That's all.
• Onion Knight: Anyway, you're a bard, right? Sing us something.
• Mog: Good idea, kupo! I wanna hear a song!
• Thancred: They call me Thancred.
• Thancred: And while I wish I could humbly honor your request, I only sing sweet whispers of love to the ladies. I fear I haven't a song in my repertoire for your lot.
• Thancred: Well, I apologize for bothering you. Now if you would be so kind as to excuse me.
  

(Thancred leaves)

• Zidane: Can you believe that guy?
• Edge: Yeah, what a disgrace to the profession.
• Mog: But I sensed the light in him, kupo.
• Warrior of Light: Then I suppose we will cross paths again one day.

• Thancred: Oh, if it isn't that moogle and his friends.
  

(Thancred approaches the party)

• Thancred: So we meet again. Glad to see you are doing well.
• Mog: Kupo!? It's the bard from earlier!
• Thancred: Excellent, you remember me.
• Rem: Who's that?
• Terra: I have no idea.
• Thancred: Ah, it seems there are a few new faces. Why didn't you tell me you were traveling with such beautiful ladies?
• Thancred: I would have prepared a song.
• Y'shtola: Go on. We do not mind waiting. Besides, it would make a good story for when we return home.
  

(Y'shtola and Yda arrive)

• Yda: Yeah, if everyone isn't already fed up with Thancred, that is!
• Thancred: Y'shtola!? Yda!?
• Thancred: I searched all over for you two.
• Y'shtola: Oh, really? It certainly didn't sound like it.
• Thancred: I wandered the continent as a bard in search of someone I recognized. I sought information on this world.
• Thancred: And I am of the mind that music is merely a tool to get people to open up.
• Thancred: After all, love makes us closer. Wouldn't you agree, milady? How about I play a song to show you what I mean?
• Terra: I'm sorry. I, uh... I don't really know what to say.
• Thancred: Well, even a good marksman may miss sometimes.
• Terra: ...?
• Yda: Thancred, stop. You're making Terra uncomfortable.
• Thancred: My apologies. That wasn't my intention, love.
• Y'shtola: What will you do now?
• Thancred: Well... It is a relief to see you two. Would you mind if I accompanied you?
• Warrior of Light: But you are a bard, are you not? I would assume combat to be outside your realm of expertise.
• Thancred: Not exactly.
  

(Thancred quickly defeats a Desert Sahagin)

• Thancred: The world has become a dangerous place. Even a traveling minstrel needs to be able to take care of himself.
• Warrior of Light: Impressive. You are evidently no stranger to the battlefield.
• Thancred: What can I say? I am a man with many skills.
• Yda: Thancred's a fellow member of our group, the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. I can vouch for him.
• Mog: I'm all for having another, friend, kupo! Especially one that's been blessed by the light!
• Thancred: Blessed by the light?
• Rem: You could say it means you're one of us.
• Thancred: I see. There is unquestionably much more I need to learn about this world. Anyway, it is an honor to make your acquaintance.

• Thancred: Torsions...was it? There are quite a number of them, aren't there?
• Rem: And this is only the beginning. They're appearing all over the world even as we speak.
• Terra: You don't have to force yourself to help if you don't want to.
• Thancred: I couldn't run away and leave you with all the work, my dear. Besides, it is not like I have anywhere else to be.
• Edge: Thancred, be honest with me. Are you really just a bard?
• Thancred: What, still don't trust me?
• Edge: No, it's not that. I'm just amazed by how well you carry yourself in battle.
• Thancred: Heh, I appreciate the flattery.
• Edge: That's why it's hard to believe you're nothing more than a bard.
• Edge: Or was that singing sweet whispers stuff all a lie?
• Y'shtola: Oh, it is anything but falsehood. As I recall—
• Thancred: Y-Y'shtola, I'm afraid to ask what you are about to say.
• Y'shtola: You fear I will tell anecdotes of the array of women you've seduced? Or perhaps tales of a time before you took up the blade?
• Edge: That many women, huh? Nice.
• Thancred: Y-you jest, surely?
• Thancred: I was not misleading you when I said I was a bard who sings of love.
• Thancred: I daresay you still may not trust me, but I assure you I will not act to your detriment.
• Edge: Come on, I never said I didn't trust you. Anyway, we're counting on you.
• Thancred: And I, on you all. It is truly an honor to fight alongside such seasoned warriors.
• Yda: Hey, Thancred, I don't mean to interrupt, but...
• Thancred: What is it?
  

(The party notices Rem and Terra)

• Rem: ...Seducing an array of women? Do you think Y'shtola was being serious?
• Terra: I don't know, but...
  

(Rem and Terra notice Thancred and back away)

• Thancred: Why are you backing away!?
• Y'shtola: Oh dear. Instinct is a marvelous gift.
• Thancred: Come on, you know I am no scoundrel. Tell them.
• Edge: Heh, can't wait to hear about all these babes you got with! Fill me in on the details later, okay?
• Thancred: Aye, very well...