Fischl: I, Fischl, Prinzessin der Verurteilung, descend upon this land by the call of fate an— Oh, you are also a traveler from another world? Very well, I grant you permission to travel with me. Oz: She means "Nice to meet you." I hear the voice of fate, speaking my name in humble supplication... Hm-hm, may the glory of the Prinzessin bring light to this world. Fischl: I do worry about the well-being of my retinue during my impromptu absence... Oz: I'm sure the good people of the Adventurers' Guild are absolutely fine, mein Fräulein. Oh, the sun's out— *cough* Um... This meteorological transformation is most splendid! Like a felicitous twist of fate in the face of certain doom. Fischl: Hark! 'Tis Thundering Retribution, an omen of dark times ahead... Oz: That, and mein Fräulein's laundry is still on the line... Fischl: Wha... Seriously!? Fischl: Hm-hm. A wonderful sight indeed. Why, it reminds me of my home world, where at the sight of the Prinzessin der Verurteilung, the very blood and tears of sinners turn to ice! ...Atchoo! Atchoo! Oz: Not only their blood and tears, but also their saliva and mucus, mein Fräulein. Fischl: Oz— Ahh—Atchoo!!! Fischl: Ozzie, my dear familiar... Oz: "Ozzie?" What's gotten into you... Fischl: Her Majesty beseeches you to unfurl your blessèd wings, and with them blot out the heavens, plunging the world into eternal night... Oz: If you didn't bring your parasol with you, that's your own fault, mein Fräulein! Dusk and dawn but fleeting shadows are. Once more, the twists of fate have led you into my everlasting night. Oz: Good morning. Mein Fräulein heard you'd be dropping by, so she's preparing breakfast. Fischl: Oz! ...Ahem. To what do I owe the pleasure? Even one of royal blood finds oneself susceptible to drowsiness at this hour. Fischl: The stars of the firmament are naught but rifts, thrust open by Oz's beak into the boundless tapestry of darkness. Oz: You do say the strangest of things, mein Fräulein. Fischl: Sweet shall be thy sleep, spared of the mares of the night! For no night mares would dare draw near to those who are blessed by the Immernachtreich! Oz: She means "Goodnight." Fischl: Me? Hehehe. Remember thou this, that I, Fischl, am the Prinzessin der Verurteilung, Sovereign of Immernachtreich, omniscient and eminent judge of all the world's iniquity! Oz: She's an investigator for the Adventurers' Guild. Fischl: ...Ahem. That is but one of my many royal engagements. You and I are both travelers from another world. That our paths have crossed here is no accident, but the will of fate. You seem... troubled. Traveler, Do not lose heart! For with my left eye, the Auge der Verurteilung, which sees the threads of fate, I will surely keep you from harm. And Oz, the raven that has witnessed the demise of countless worlds, will watch over you on your journey. Should this world, like a beast prowling in the night, covet your dreams, then I, Prinzessin der Verurteilung, shall fell it with my ensorcelled arrows of judgment! Fischl: Oz, my loyal companion. That we should have met this person, one who hails from another world as I do... Perhaps even cruel fate has deigned to smile upon me, through sin courses through my veins. If I am indeed destined to remain here, in this inescapable prison that is reality, at least— Oz: I understand mein Fräulein! In this traveler, Fräulein has found one who will never forsake her. Fischl: Ozvaldo von Hrafnavines. I, the Prinzessin der Verurteilung, sovereign of the Immernachtreich, do hereby call upon thee to do all within thy power to deliver the traveler from the claws of fate that would seek to snatch them at every turn, and to ready thy mind lest thou be required to make the ultimate sacrifice in the performance of this noblest of duties. Oz: ...You'd place my life in danger so easily, mein Fräulein? Oh? You inquire about my Edelstein der Dunkelheit? It is a royal heirloom, a ceremonial ornament that displays the majesty of the Prinzessin der Verurteilung before the unworthy. Even here, in this fallen world, I have been reunited with my rightful inheritance as one of royal blood and noble spirit, for the majesty of a true princess shall draw her royal heirlooms unto her wherever so she may roam. Fischl: If one must reckon time as this world does, I, Fischl, have already seen three thousand winters. Not that the illusory passage of time has any bearing on one such as I, to whom the causality of three thousand universes has been unveiled. Oz: Be that as it may, mein Fräulein. you are not yet considered to be of drinking age in this world, and no bartender can ever be convinced otherwise. Oz's full name is Ozvaldo von Hrafnavines. Where I hail from, he holds dominion over star and sky across three universes, and the souls of the mighty, fallen in battle, rest in the shadow of his wings. One should add that the penalty for mispronouncing his name is to have one's tongue torn from one's mouth. However, as I am a princess and you are one who has my favor, we are at liberty to simply call him, "Oz." To condemn the guilty, to sanctify the just, and to draw all castaway dreams into the embrace of infinite Immernachtreich. This is the birthright of the Prinzessin der Verurteilung, and her burden. None may gainsay it. My left eye? It is the all-seeing Auge der Verurteilung, which reveals all that is true in the world. As to the question of why I conceal it... Well, would you willingly bear the agony of piercing to the heart of all truths? Furthermore... the world would lose much of its appeal if wholly stripped of delusion and falsehood. Fischl: Stormterror? Why, one never would have thought that a being that one might have kept as her pet could, in this world, be capable of causing such calamity. *sigh* Pitiable are the incompetents of this world... Oz: That said, mein Fräulein, were you not beside yourself with worry for everyone's safety during said calamity? Fischl: T-That is because the Prinzessin der Verurteilung has the solemn duty to safeguard the souls of all, be they petty beings or not... Oz: Some people address her by other names. But to me, the one who gave me life and bestowed my powers upon me is Fischl, and none other. All things considered, Fischl is the name that most aptly captures her identity. Seriously, don't call her anything else, or— Fischl: Oh, how one's royal ears do burn! Pray tell, what is the matter which you discuss so furtively? Oz: Mid—Midnight Phantasmagoria, mein Fräulein! And... the majesty of Verurteilung name! Why must the Prinzessin der Verurteilung punish sin? Because sin defies fate's rightful decree, of course! ...And of course, fate brought you here, so, so... Ahem! It was fate that saw to your descent upon this world, destiny that saw our paths intertwined. I, Fischl, shall always protect you. Because... because fate has revealed to me that this is what has been decreed!