CHAPTER II: BATTLE AT DORTER TRADE CITY

[A thief and a knight are conversing in Dorter's streets.]

KNIGHT: How about 500 gil per head?

[The thief turns and crosses his arms.]

MERCENARY (Male Thief): Way too low. 2000. It's 2000 gil a head.

KNIGHT: It would be easy to make all of you heretics, you know.

[The thief turns back to face him.]

MERCENARY: Is that a threat? ...How about 1000 gil?

[The knight looks around.]

KNIGHT: 700. No more.

[The thief crosses his arms, closes his eyes, and gestures with his hands.]

MERCENARY: OK. Done deal.

KNIGHT: They'll be here any minute. Kill all of them. Understand?

[The thief turns to look.]

KNIGHT: Ha, speak of the devil..... There they are. Get them!

[The thief turns to look again. Suddenly, he removes his hat and throws it to the ground in shock.]

MERCENARY: That's Gafgarion! Damn! 700 was too cheap!

[He whistles, and other mercenaries join him. The screen shifts to show Ramza's company.]

GAFGARION: Ambush? Going all out, huh?

AGRIAS: If you don't like it, you can leave!

GAFGARION: I usually don't do freebies, but I'll make an exception!

AGRIAS: You patronizing...



[BATTLE BEGINS]



[BATTLE ENDS]



AGRIAS: There's no time to waste... We must hurry and rescue the Princess!

GAFGARION: Where are we going? Do you know where they went?

AGRIAS: There is only one place they could've escaped to! Impregnable fortress... Bethla Garrison.

RAMZA: Bethla Garrison...