Puppet Caring for his Master 1

Who, who are you? My job is to guard my master's cave, though there is nothing to steal here and I can't fight at all!

Did you steal Sabitrama's Herb?

Eeeek! Are you a policeman? I'm so sorry. I'll never do it again. I'm sorry I stole it! I knew I'd get caught someday, but I didn't expect it to be so soon. But I cannot return the Herb!

Why can't you return the Herb?

My master who created me was injured while battling his enemies, and I needed the Herb to make medicine to heal his wound. Potions would have been best, but I didn't have any money to buy them. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me.

(How could you not forgive this poor, pitiful puppet...?)

Please? My master's wound has not healed yet... I'm so sorry. And I'm so ashamed to ask you, but could you donate some potions for my master if I return the Herb? Please? *sniff sniff* I beg you.

Thank you! You are a wonderful, wonderful person! Please find me 20 White Potions and 30 Blue Potions! *sniff sniff* I can finally heal my master!

Wahhhh, the world is such a cruel place. I'm sorry, master. No one is willing to help us.

You've brought the potions! I don't know how to thank you for bringing me these precious potions. I'm so touched. Thank you, on behalf of my master, for helping us!

Here, I'll return the Herb as I promised. Please hold on a minute.

My master has been injured and he needs medicine. Please bring me 20 White Potions and 30 Blue Potions. Please.