I don't own anything! I never even really finished the game. Now, I played this in English and these are the names they were given. They seem strange to me, but these are their names. I mean instead of 'good' friend they had 'food' friend, I'm not kidding.
"Why of all people did he pick me to represent Baurden in the festival?" Avin asked for the millionth time.
"Now, now." Mile smiled sitting on his inn bed. "You're a fine warrior, you shouldn't short change yourself."
Avin looked to his friend. "I can always count on you, can't I?"
"Of course." Mile reassured him. "I'll be cheering the loudest for you."
"You'll be watching?"
"Well, yeah, why wouldn't I?"
Avin scratched his head. "If you're going to be there then I can't lose. I don't want to look uncool in front of you."
Mile laughed. "In that case, I'll give you a special reward when you win."
"You mean 'if'."
"No, 'when' is what I said and 'when' is what I meant."
"I'm counting on you."
After the tournament...
"I don't feel like I won." Avin glanced at the Thunder sword.
"A wins a win." Mile shrugged. "Does it really matter?"
Avin kicked a rock as they walked. "The planks broke, that had nothing to do with my strength or skill."
"Don't worry." Mile placed a hand on his shoulder. "I know you would have won. You're the best fighter I know. I'd trust you to save me any day."
"Really?" Avin perked up.
"Mmhm." Mile snapped his fingers remembering something. "I haven't given you your reward yet."
"I don't deserve it."
"Then I'll give you half." Mile leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.
Avin blinked in surprise. "Mile?"
"Come on, Avin." Mile smiled. "We have to get to New Bouren."