// creator  : weidu.exe (version 23100)
// argument : _PARDA.DLG
// game		 : .
// source	 : ./override/_PARDA.DLG
// dialog	 : ./DIALOG.TLK
// dialogF  : (none)

BEGIN ~_PARDA~

IF ~True()
~ THEN BEGIN 0 // from:
  SAY #78792 /* ~Oh <CHARNAME>, I heard you had returned! If only it weren't in such dark times. Something is afoot in Candlekeep: there is an unvoiced panic amongst those of us who still call these haunted halls our home. You must help us, I pray you.~ */
  IF ~~ THEN REPLY #78793 /* ~Anything, dear Parda. Just tell me how.~ */ GOTO 1
  IF ~~ THEN REPLY #78794 /* ~Why the panic? What is so wrong?~ */ GOTO 2
END

IF ~~ THEN BEGIN 1 // from: 0.0
  SAY #78795 /* ~How. How... If only I knew! Go around, search about. You have been away for a time, perhaps your eyes will see things that we cannot. We have been here too long, we are blind to the malignancies for they have crept up so slowly and absorbed themselves into our gaze. But they are there. My eyes can't see them, my ears can't hear them but all that is in me screams with the knowledge that they are there! Now hush; no one must know that we've been talking.~ */
  IF ~~ THEN DO ~EscapeArea()
~ JOURNAL #78796 /* ~I always suspected that Old Reader Parda had something of the sixth sense about him and now I know it to be true. He has found within him the very knowledge that it has taken me far over a month of travel to acquire: that something very wrong is happening here. Throughout the Sword Coast and in Baldur's Gate, especially. But right now, as I scribble this, I know as well as he that whatever it is that is so wrong is presently lurking here in Candlekeep and befouling the place with its very presence! I must uproot it and scorch the vicious weed before it spreads.~ */ EXIT
END

IF ~~ THEN BEGIN 2 // from: 0.1
  SAY #78797 /* ~The Watchers... Some of the Watchers are so strange now and... and people that I've known and loved for years now pass me in the halls without greeting, without their usual silly story, without some discourse on their latest readings. At first I thought it was me but it's not me, it's them, I see it in their sidelong glance: disdain, jealousy, rivalry, these I could understand, I could make sense of... But they weren't what I saw in their beady eyes: I saw hunger, plain and simple. Now shush, no one must know that I have spoken with you.~ */
  IF ~~ THEN DO ~EscapeArea()
~ JOURNAL #78796 /* ~I always suspected that Old Reader Parda had something of the sixth sense about him and now I know it to be true. He has found within him the very knowledge that it has taken me far over a month of travel to acquire: that something very wrong is happening here. Throughout the Sword Coast and in Baldur's Gate, especially. But right now, as I scribble this, I know as well as he that whatever it is that is so wrong is presently lurking here in Candlekeep and befouling the place with its very presence! I must uproot it and scorch the vicious weed before it spreads.~ */ EXIT
END

IF ~~ THEN BEGIN 3 // from:
  SAY #78798 /* ~Ssh, child. If you contain some inner storm, you must wrap yourself in a sturdy cloak of calm and never let them know. Now go and let us talk no more.~ */
  IF ~~ THEN EXIT
END

IF ~~ THEN BEGIN 4 // from:
  SAY #78799 /* ~All of you should watch yourselves carefully.  There have been some strange men asking about <CHARNAME>.~ */
  IF ~~ THEN DO ~EscapeArea()
~ EXIT
END
