| rdfs:comment | - (Scene opens in a mansion)
* Old Man: Hmm, yes. You will do nicely. If you are willing to help. A band of thieves has been prowling around my manor lately. They've heard that I'm storing some precious Nohrian objects here. I consider myself quite a collector of cultural items. So you must understand... I'm losing sleep, worrying about those thieves breaking in to steal them. I doubt this matters much to great heroes like you. But to preserve Nohr's culture... Would you help?
* Silas: Absolutely. For Nohr, anything! And we happen to have our best expert on thievery right here.
* Niles: Oh! Who, little ol' me? Sure, I know a thing or two about manors and how to crack'em. I know how I'd break in. So I'm already 10 steps ahead of them.
* Old Man: Ah, then I place my trust in you.
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| abstract | - (Scene opens in a mansion)
* Old Man: Hmm, yes. You will do nicely. If you are willing to help. A band of thieves has been prowling around my manor lately. They've heard that I'm storing some precious Nohrian objects here. I consider myself quite a collector of cultural items. So you must understand... I'm losing sleep, worrying about those thieves breaking in to steal them. I doubt this matters much to great heroes like you. But to preserve Nohr's culture... Would you help?
* Silas: Absolutely. For Nohr, anything! And we happen to have our best expert on thievery right here.
* Niles: Oh! Who, little ol' me? Sure, I know a thing or two about manors and how to crack'em. I know how I'd break in. So I'm already 10 steps ahead of them.
* Old Man: Ah, then I place my trust in you. Thank you.
* Niles: The pleasure is mine. Believe me. When I catch petty crooks in the act, they never fail to soil their breeches. It's always good fun to see fools brought low. (Scene transitions)
* Niles: All right. We're ready, Silas. Those fools won't even know what hit 'em. They're outside in the shadows. And they'll be inside soon. Off with you. Or else you'll scare these jokers away.
* Silas: I have faith in you, Niles. Now, be careful.
* Niles: Oh, sweet faith! Best I not rely on that. I'm better under cover of darkness. Now, when will they... Ah! That didn't take long.
* ???: Ooof!
* Niles: You can't hide from me. Come out, come out, whoever you are. You call yourself a thief, blundering in here like that? You're a disgrace to your profession. Come on, show your face!
* Nina: ...
* Niles: Nina?! What are you doing here?
* Nina: Huh? Father?!
* Niles: Hey, you should be in your Deeprealm. Where I put you.
* Nina: Hmpf! You didn’t even notice that I broke out of there a ways back! I had to pursue my true calling. That of chivalrous thievery!
* Niles: Huh? Chivalrous thievery?
* Nina: That's right. Must I explain it to you? I steal from the rich. I give to the poor. The creep who owns this manor is one of the richest. So here I am. You wouldn’t believe how he's gotten his hoard of treasures. Not that you'd care.
* Niles: Wait! None of that matters. What's the one thing I've told you, again and again?! No stealing. And all of your jabber about rich and poor doesn't matter!
* Nina: You're wrong. It's justified. Not that I have to justify myself to you. Now, let me go...Father.
* Niles: No. I'm here to round up a bunch of filthy thieves, Daughter.
* Nina: Hmm. Fine words from one of the filthiest of them.
* Niles: How dare you, Nina. Now, come with me.
* Nina: Back off! I'm not going anywhere with you. I'm on the side of right. Out of my way! (A sound of a strike is heard)
* Niles: You strike your father?! Apologize, now. That might make things right between us. Though I'm still going to make sure you're punished.
* Nina: You can't make me! And you can't CATCH me! (Scene transitions)
* Nina: Lookee what we have here... Rooms just full of goods to liberate! My friends! Burgle quickly! They're onto us—just grab and go!
* Niles: Nina, stop. You've deluded yourself that you're on the side of right.
* Nina: I've dreamed about this, Father. Draining the coffers of the wealthy! Vindicating the poor! We're getting what we need, and then getting out. I leave you to your disgrace. What DO you do these days anyway?! Pfft! Don't answer. I don't care. Good-bye, Father.
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