(The man is now in a different room)

Off-Camera Voice: How fares the warrior?

Man: He has most thoroughly offended my sensibilities. I pray for a hasty recovery on his part, my Lord.

Off-Camera Voice: You must not harbor such ill-favored sentiments. All members of the Monastery are held to the same standard.

Man: Forgive me.

Off-Camera Voice: Now, listen. There is a new task I must relay to you.

Man: Oh?

(Lance is holding his sword)

Narrator: And so, the traveler learned that he was inside a monastery. He spent several days there in order to recover.

(The man approaches him with two drinks)

Lance: ...Tea?

Man: Aye. When in doubt, one must always make tea.*

Narrator: *Except during the unfortunate circumstance when, upon a chance encounter, you find yourself pitted against the rather fiercesome tea-leaf deathflower. However, rumors are abound that a man once had a cordial lunch alongside such a creature with a brew from the leaves of its sister. It was not long before the warrior's strength returned.