Girke

[Girke]

Oh~ young man.

I'm Girke Sara.

Just call me Girke.

- He smells like alcohol. -

You know what?

A man who is a legendary key artisan lives in our village.

Hiccup~

Ah~hahahaha

My dad likes pieces of work like that.

One day, he said to me.

'Girke, my wish is having a key crafted from Oresa.'

But Oresa already disappeared after handing everything over to his apprentice.

Finally, my dad passed away without seeing such a key...

You know.

That Oresa! He lives in our town?!

But he is too old...

But the artisan is...

...difficult to meet.

Like my dad... He's a bit of a loner.

What am I talking to you about.

Are you drunken? Daddy... (sobbing)

Ah... Daddy...

- Girke starts to cry. -