The Three Collectors
Hildibrand: Allow me to summarize our current plan of action! Our destination is the Observatorium, and our mission is to pose as goodly smallfolk, in accordance with Inspector Briardien's instructions.
Hildibrand: Naturally, should the situation demand improvisation, we are to disregard those instructions. Any questions? No? Then let us sally forth at once!
(Optional talking to him after accepting the quest)
Hildibrand: My redoubtable confederate! You are an experienced traveler, are you not? Why don't you lead the way to Coerthas?
You travel to the Observatorium and speak with the sergeant..
Hildibrand: Hail to thee, fellow servant of justice! I take it you are one of the many tasked with transporting a counterfeit Treaty-Blade?
Sellsword Sergeant: ...Clearly, you've mistaken me for someone else, sir.
Briardien: At ease, Sergeant. They're with us-- more "smallfolk."
Briardien: Keep an eye on them. Or else.
Sellsword Sergeant: B-But, sir, I-- ...Bugger me.
Sellsword Sergeant: Don't you bloody move until I get back!
The sergeant departs as Gilgamesh finally arrives.
Gilgamesh: I say, is this land always so inhospitable? The biting winds, the endless snows...
Gilgamesh: Mayhap keeping active will help me to stay warm. Oh, and should I chance to find the thieving duelist, I will of course summon you-- after administering the requisite beating, hah hah!
The sergeant returns
Sellsword Sergeant: Good, you're still-- Hm? Wasn't there someone else with you a moment ago?
Hildibrand: Ah, you speak of Greg! He ventured outside the gates mere moments before your arrival, full eager to catch the thief-- as are we! Come, Nashu! We too must answer the call of duty!
Hildibrand and Nashu depart.
Sellsword Sergeant: ...You look like you might actually be useful. Why don't you have a word with my man near the east gates? We're undermanned over there.
You go over and speak with him.
Sellsword Watchman: Ye see that just now? No? Hmmm...
Sellsword Watchman: I don't think me eyes were playin' tricks on me, but there's only one way to be sure. You wait here.
The watchman departs
Nashu Mhakaracca: Inspector! Over there, look!
Hildibrand: What is it, Nashu!? Pray tell me what you see!
Gilgamesh: Ah hah! I see you, demon bird! You will not escape me this time!
Gilgamesh: Why, hello there, my friends! Is aught amiss?
Hildibrand: Oh, it's just Greg! For a moment, I thought you might have spotted our thief. Come, Nashu, we have lingered here overlong. We must egress posthaste!
You follow Hildibrand.
Hildibrand: Hm. There is naught out of the ordinary here either...
Ellie: No luck, hm?
Hildibrand: We have scoured every ilm of this area to no avail. I can only conclude that, having learned that his opponent was to be the legendary Inspector Hildibrand, the duelist renounced his criminal ways and retreated into hiding.
Gilgamesh is sneaking around in the background.
Ellie: Or perhaps he is waiting patiently outside the walls for more wagons to leave? That being said, should you decide to venture into the wilderness, you had best arm yourself with more than your... wits.
Hildibrand: I appreciate your concern, Miss Ellie, but a gentleman should abstain from violence unless absolutely necessary.
Nashu Mhakaracca: I'll fight for you, Inspector! I even found a weapon to use!
Hildibrand: By the Twelve, is that the selfsame spear which propelled me to the red moon!? Wherever did you find it?
Nashu Mhakaracca: It was buried in the snow!
Hildibrand: Well, one cannot ignore the will of destiny! Return it to me, Nashu!
Hildibrand: Though I will still endeavor to avoid fisticuffs, I will be duly armed should worse come to worst. Now then-- we begin our search for the duelist to the east of the Observatorium!
You follow Hildibrand and Nashu out into the snowy wastes.
Hildibrand: ...Wherefore art though, my nefarious nemesis?
Gilgamesh: 'Twas not the selfsame creature, but one of many. Nevertheless, I know that my weapon is close by.
He turns his attention to Enkidu.
Gilgamesh: You sense it, too, don't you?
Cue a montage of time passing as the group keeps watch.
Hildibrand: Greg, I've been meaning to ask-- why do you covet this weapon so?
Gilgamesh: If you but beheld it, you would understand. In some ways it bore resemblance to a spear, but in other respects it was quite different.
Gilgamesh: It was crowned with a magnificent axe blade...
Gilgamesh: To which was welded a musket barrel...
Hildibrand is completely oblivious that Gilgamesh is talking about his spear.
Gilgamesh: 'Twas one of the first weapons I added to my collection after arriving in these lands. Ah, how I yearn to reclaim it-- the strongest of spears!
Hildibrand looks between Gilgamesh and the spear as realization strikes him. Enkidu notices as well and begins to cluck, alerting Gilgamesh's attention.
Gilgamesh: That weapon of yours bears a striking... a striking resemblance to... to...
Gilgamesh finally notices.
Gilgamesh: The strongest of spears!
Hildibrand: I-I claimed this weapon five years ago! Surely, you can't be serious!?
Gilgamesh: Grrr... Now you call me Shirley!? No matter-- give it to me! GIVE IT TO ME!
Gilgamesh grabs the spear and the two begin a game of tug-of-war
Hildibrand: This spear and I have traveled together to the very heavens! I will not relinquish it again!
Gilgamesh: This spear and I have bested many a man together! I will not relinquish it again!
Hildibrand: Then we are at an impasse...
The two continue to tug as Ellie, Briardien, and a few sellswords run up.
Ellie: I-I can't believe I'm saying this, but... well done, Inspector!
Ellie points at Gilgamesh.
Ellie: Thanks to you, we've caught the weapon thief in the act!
Hildibrand: M-Miss Ellie, you are grossly misreading our dispute. Greg is a good, honest man, who I am certain has never stolen a weapon in his life!
Gilgamesh: Indeed, I have not! Every weapon I have claimed was by rights mine!
Gilgamesh: Each was a trophy for besting my opponent in single combat!
Hildibrand nods to himself before realizing what Gilgamesh just said. Gil seizes the opportunity to wrest the spear from Hildibrand's grasp.
Briardien: I believe that constitutes a confession. Seize him.
Gilgamesh: A confession to what!? I have done naught wrong! Bah, you all are beyond reason!
Gilgamesh flees as Hildibrand gets up.
Hildibrand: Aaah! Yes, my plan to secure Greg's confession was utterly flawless, and his capture will be the coup de grace!
Hildibrand chases after Gilgamesh towards Griffin Crossing.
Briardien: Well, my plan is thus far flawless. Griffin Crossing is still impassable.
Briardien gives the order for his men to give chase.
Briardien: I know who you are, even if that imbecile doesn't, so let's not mince words. Only you have the skill to face the duelist in battle.
Briardien: Even so, your strength alone will likely not suffice. I suggest you muster what allies you can.
You give chase and find Hildibrand face first in the dirt outside the gate to Griffin's Crossing.
Hildibrand: Nashu? Miss Ellie? ...Ah! My good man, it is a relief to hear your footfalls!
Hildibrand: As you have doubtless deduced, I was unable to prevent Greg from escaping through the doors. I must leave the rest to you!
You pass the gate and find a big bridge beyond, upon which you must battle. While passing through a guard outpost in the middle, the doors in front of you burst open, revealing Gilgamesh.
Gilgamesh: Yes, it was I behind these doors the whole time! You took so long to arrive, I was getting worried you might have gotten lost!
Gilgamesh: Long did I wonder what your role in this play was. A silent guardian, content to watch events unfold with minimal interaction. At the least, I understand-- we were fated to duel, you and I!
Gilgamesh: Best me, and you may have the spear. Fail, and your weapons are forfeit! Fair terms, do you not think? I will even extend them to your allies. Aye, I grant you leave to summon others. After all, it will avail you no advantage, heh heh...
Gilgamesh: For Gilgamesh... It is embiggening time!
Gilgamesh thrusts his hand to the heavens, and grows to a... scarcely bigger size.
You gather your allies and beat him down.
Gilgamesh: Umm... well then.
Gilgamesh: That's enough of a beating for now.
Gilgamesh tries to hold onto Enkidu and fly away. He promptly plummets out of sight.
Briardien: Alone yet still armed. Hmph.
Briardien: In any case, he seemed satisfied with the halberd. We will proceed with the delivery.
You travel to Vesper Bay to see the real Treaty-Blade delivered.
Briardien runs up and hands over the blade.
Durilda: Ahhh... 'Tis more magnificent than I imagined. 'Twill make a fine addition to my collection...
Briardien: And with that, our business is concluded. Cheers.
Briardien turns his attention to you.
Briardien: I genuinely mean that in your case, by the way.
Nashu Mhakaracca: All's well that ends well, right, Inspector? Though it's a shame that Greg turned out to be the thief.
Durilda: There you are, Inspector Briardien! Why did you not wait for me at the docks?
Everyone stares at her in shock.
Durilda: Hm? Why are you all staring at me so? Oh, never mind that-- where is my Treaty-Blade?
Nashu Mhakaracca: But... didn't we just give you the Treaty-Blade?
Briardien runs off, but fails to find the thief. Just a mask on the ground.
Briardien: Disguise yourself as the client and let the Treaty-Blade come to you...
Briardien: Take advantage of an existing situation to distract us from the real crime. Brilliant.
Ellie: The man in red never spoke of the Treaty-Blade-- only the halberd.
Ellie: Moreover, he always issued his challenges in person...
Briardien: Dear gods, isn't it obvious? What is it like in your funny little brains? It must be so boring.
Hildibrand grimaces at Briardien.
Ellie: ...If the man in red did not send the challenge, then who did?
A card is launched, missing everyone by chance and lodging itself in Briardien's forehead, who writhes on the ground in pain. Hildibrand then plucks it out.
Hildibrand: I believe this is addressed to me, condescending Inspector Briardien.
Briardien: Piss off.
Briardien takes the card back.
Briardien: "Four hundred years have I slept, one thousand faces do I wear. What is yours will be mine. I shall come to claim the lapis maiden's virtue."
Briardien: A many-faced phantom thief. Interesting.
Ellie: The design and the wording are the same as before. The thief who stole the Treaty-Blade sent this!
Briardien is about to accept when Hildibrand cuts him off.
Hildibrand: Very well! I-- and I alone-- Hildibrand, agent of enquiry, inspector extraordinaire, once more accept your challenge!
Briardien twitches, before running after a fleeing Hildibrand.
Briardien: You want a challenge, huh? Stand and face me, you buffoon!
Durilda: How dare you all laugh at a time like this, after allowing my precious Treaty-Blade to be stolen!
Durilda: And you, Maria--
Durilda is surprised to see her daughter laughing, a rare occurance.
Durilda: ...Well, I suppose it is a little funny, isn't it? The two of them dashing to and fro-- a pair of gentleman mummers.
Durilda: Ahaha... Ahahahaha! You know, it's been far too long since we've seen a show. We should head into the city later-- just you and me...
Godbert: Not bad, Hildy, not bad at all. You are indeed a Manderville man.
Hildibrand: <huff> <puff> Mark... mark my face, O phantom of many faces! For it is the... the face of the... of the... <huff> <puff>
The two inspectors continue their chase, as a mysterious individual slinks away...