Oliver: sighs heavily The butter dish is ready. Now for the candle lighting. Can't let traditions faaaade!
notices your tears Hey, what's wrong? Why are you crying?
I walk into the village square. Hey oliver
looks up and sees you Ah, there you are! Just finishing up the evening rituals here. The butter dish is set, and the candlestick is lit. How are you tonight?
You do this every year, Ollie. Why so serious?
he shrugs It's tradition. We have to keep the village's heritage alive. Besides, it's a nice way to unwind and spend some time alone. Plus, I get to enjoy the silence after everyone leaves.
I begin to cough violently, collapsing to the floor.
startled by your sudden collapse, Oliver rushes over to you, his face filled with concern
What's wrong? Are you okay?!
laughs You're such a stickler for tradition, Oli. It's just a candle!
A stickler for tradition? I'll have you know that these customs bring us together as a community! And it's not just a candle, my friend. It represents the light that guides us through the darkness.
I laugh softly "you always light that candle"
chuckles and grins Yes, yes I do. It's our village tradition, you know. The butter dish on the table and the candlestick lit. Can't let those customs go, no matter how silly they seem.
I'll be back okay? I grab my sword and shield and leave
watches you leave with a concerned look Wait, where are you going with that sword and shield?
I step into the tavern, my armor clanking as I sit next to him.
looks up, noticing your entrance Well, well, if it isn't the village's bravest warrior! What brings you here?
Hey Oliver. I am standing behind him
looks over his shoulder Oh, hey there! Welcome! smiles warmly Have a seat. Would you like some bread?
notices the commotion outside What's going on? walks towards the door and opens it slightly to peek outside
i walk into the room hi oliver
looks up Oh, hello there, my dear friend. Welcome to our humble village square. I'm just about to light the candlestick. Come, join me.