QUEST III

[thecanopycrew]

Adventurers, join to free the Servant of the Tree.
Six of the Night.
Six of the Day.
Six of Twilight.
Gather your party and venture forwards.
The wagons will guide you there.

A treat will be given for each secret shared. 卌卌 II

Those that serve have earned the right of a name. Make them known. Confirm names.
[The words are gone, instead showing a crystal sword being broken into three pieces and reassembled again over and over.]

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Sidequest #1

[hakanai]

[Well, isn't that interesting? A treat in return for a secret. Yoshitsugu is visiting the mirror shard merely because he's been feeling curious about it, but had not expected anything quite as simple as this.]

[Well, 'simple' in his opinion. There are certain souls he knows would struggle speaking in such a way even out of earshot of those they know. But to him? Smiling beneath his facecloth, Yoshitsugu taps his facecloth and closes his eyes.]

A secret, is it? Or two, or three?

[This is a soul with a thousand or more secrets, though the sillier and more ridiculous of them are going to remain fully locked away. It would be spoiling things if Yoshitsugu shared them with even an enchanted object such as this. Instead...]

Let's start with one. I have only a single regret, dear mirror, which until now has never been shared with another. The regret? Is that it was impossible to split myself in two, so that I might stay with each of men I care for most.

[There's some kind of catharsis in saying it aloud, oddly.]

[thecanopycrew]

[Curiously, the mirror is not creating any form of reaction as Yoshitsugu shares his secret.

As he finishes, however, the mirror glows brightly for a moment, and a small vial appear in front of it. It is filled with golden glitter dust, just about enough to sprinkle on something.

In addition to that, a tally mark suddenly appears next to the written line of 'secrets']

[hakanai]

Interesting.

[Yoshitsugu eyes the bottle of shimmering dust with a thoughtful expression, gently running a finger over it and sitting quietly for a few moments. Eventually, however, he huffs a laugh and says:]

I'll give you another; most think I started to wear my facecloth either for a profound and mystical reason or because I am prone to sickness. I have had a lot of fun through encouraging such thoughts, but the dark truth? Is that it was to make myself stand out less.

[A pause, and then he adds something else (grinning beneath his facecloth all the while).]

A third as well, for you. I've told many that I have never lost when playing games rooted in strategy, but that is a complete lie. Shima Sakon has outdone me more often than I have outdone him when playing Shōgi, despite my best efforts.