Patrik: I — I am going to lose the leg, yaas?
Annie: Yes . . . but don’t be afraid, you can get a very good prosthetic!
My own fiancé has an artificial leg. Runs on a quartz microchip from this very mine.
Patrik: Tell me aboout him?
Annie: Oh, he’s wonderful. Look at how adorable he is! Sweet as pie, this one. His name is Birch — Birch Baker, he’s from a Getsunese family — and he’s a genuine knight, scars an’ all.
He’s the sort that can draw a heartsword. You should see him with it. So graceful, so elegant . . .
Patrik: I could use a haatsoord down here.
Annie: Well, Birch’s is a rapier. Not much good for, ah . . . chopping.