*****PLOT*****

(The party sails south from Rikon, but their
progress is halted by rapids, and they must
return. Upon returning to Rikon...)

Viktor:
What shall we do?
We can't go any farther.

Gremio:
We can't do this with an
ordinary boat.

(They return to Teien, and go to Gen's house.)

Gen:
You guys again.
What do you want?

Tir:
*We have no business with you.
*We need a boat that can beat
the rapids.

/-----

Tir:
We have no business with you.

Gen:
Is that right?
Then beat it.
I don't need your teasing.

/-----

Tir:
We need a boat that can beat
the rapids.

Gen:
The Rapids of Dunan, eh?
Hmmm. Interesting.
All right. I, Gen, will show
you what I can do.
But I can't do this alone.
An ordinary boat will never
make it.

Gremio:
Then what will you do?

Gen:
I have some ideas.
Old Kamandol next door
should be able to help us.
Even if he's half dead.
Let's go see him.

[Gen will join party.
Reduce party membership by one.]

[Gen joins party!]

(They go next door, and Gen looks at the
sign on the door.)

Gen:
Look at this sign here.
The old geezer thinks he's a
big shot.
Hey old man!
I know you're in there!
Come out, you bum, or I'll
break down the door!

(Kamandol emerges.)

Kamandol:
You again!
I told you not to disturb my
experiments!

Gen:
Here you are,
you creepy old man.
You should get some sunlight.
You look sick.
Come on out.

Kamandol:
I warned you not to call me
"old man"!
What do you want with me,
anyway.
Bringing these delinquents
with you.

Gremio:
D-Delinquents!
Don't you dare insult Young
Master.
I can understand such language
for Viktor.

Viktor:
Whoa, wait a minute.
Don't confuse the issue.

Gen:
Hey, geezer.
Do you know the Dunan Rapids?
I was going to ask you how
they can be navigated, but
come to think of it, a senile
old fool like you wouldn't
have a clue, right?

Kamandol:
Watch your mouth!
I can do anything... depending
on time and money.

Flik:
So there is a way.

Kamandol:
Of course.
I'll show you. Step inside.

(They follow him inside, and find him
standing before a large machine.)

Kamandol:
Look at this.
This will get you over the
rapids.

(He steps aside so they can see.)

Gremio:
What is it?

Kamandol:
It's a machine that moves by
burning oil.

Flik:
A machine that runs on oil?
Sounds ridiculous.

Viktor:
So if you attach this to a
boat, you can travel upstream?

Kamandol:
Correct.

Gen:
OK, then let's take this to...
P-Plummy Lamar?
Prommy Lamb?
Pramyam Lobby?

Kamandol:
Premier L'Amour,
you idiot.

Gen:
Shut up.
Who can remember a stupid name
like that?
Let's go to Rikon!

Kamandol:
Take good care of this
machine. It's fragile.

Viktor:
What?

Gremio:
You mean...

Flik:
We have to carry it?

Kamandol:
Of course.
You plan on letting a frail
old man carry this?

(Party must be rearranged to let Kamandol
join)

[Kamandol joins party!]

[Obtained engine!]