I just caught up with the improbable bandit. It would've made more sense to me-- and I was expecting-- the imposter to be that foppish young rival Euram, but I guess he's not competent enough to pull it off.
Lucretia's reaction to that entire episode is amusingly innocent. "Imposter? Isn't that word exciting? Or is it just me?" is a bit of secret optional dialog if you go back to talk to her after a cutscene. Which makes me say "uh, oh," even more than when Sialeeds is building up a head of steam. I imagine Lucretia murmuring the line with feigned innocence while twirling a chess piece absently with her fingers.
I feel like Lucretia is a mastermind cat sending the Prince out to fetch her mice to play with. Except this is a cat from the old "if cats had thumbs" cartoon, so she doesn't just play with her toys; she finds interesting new uses for them. I wonder what she'll do with this one. (And why on earth did I just get the mental image of Adam Savage and Lucretia Merces teaming up to plot world domination, with Adam as Pinky and Lucretia as Brain? Clearly, it's time for bed).
I utterly ADORE Lyon, of course, because I love the Utena archetype but for once don't have to feel guilty about how the knight-in-shining-armor-overprotective-b
I love the whole Raftfleet contingent and tend to go off adventuring with them. A sturdy peasant woman wielding a mooring cable, Ward and his anchor (whoops, wrong game), and two teenaged girls having friendly Best Enemies rivalry with harpoons is not a typical RPGS party.
I keep wanting to take everybody and go rescue Sialeed's cousin, the oracle, but the game won't let me. Wah. (ack, I've forgotten her name. Silver braids. Offered to make the prince a mug of warm milk. Looked like the sort of person to keep bees.)
When asked to choose a name for the army, all the options NPCS suggest have apostrophes in them, but the dialog box does NOT. So I wound up calling it Queen Lyms Army. This is amusing when the bad guys who are trying to install Lym as a puppet queen call us the rebel army.
I hope the story doesn't end with a marriage of convenience between the two children of the rival houses fighting over the throne. That would solve the political mess, mostly, but it would be rum luck for the young lady.
(why is it that posts I make on the iPad seem so scatterbrained? It's odd how the medium impacts writing style. I am almost tempted to switch to handwriting recognition and see if I write differently with a stylus, except that my handwriting has deteriorated so much that I doubt even artificial intelligence could make it intelligible.)
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