(cough, cough)
(cough)
Gorf
(quiet croak)
(half-hearted croak)
(friendly croak)
(croak splutters into a cough)
(croaks merrily)
(long sigh)
(pained croak)
(weak wheezing)
(croaks excitedly)
Don’t worry, stranger.
I’m (cough) fine.
Just got a "frog" in my throat... so to speak.
No need to fuss. (clears throat) Hop along!
Oh, hello again.
Don’t trouble yourself.
I’ll feel better any (cough, cough) day now.
Excuse me.
But do you perhaps…
Have another mushroom to spare?
My strange ailment lingers.
I seem… unable to croak and call like I once did.
Oh, it's you again.
(munching) Don't mind me. I'm still chewing on your gift.
Oh, it’s you—isn’t it?
You heard my pathetic croak?
I … I don’t know what’s wrong.
Perhaps what ails me is a lack of courage?
Is there a remedy for that?
Why hello there, friend.
I'm feeling... bold again.
(sigh) Oh, it’s only you again.
Sorry, it’s just…
I had hoped to find a suitable mate by now.
And, well, my throat’s rather dry.
Perhaps you could help wet my whistle?
I'll be departing soon.
What a mess...
Don’t worry. I’m fine, but…
I think I might give up on singing and searching for love.
It only brings trouble.
(croaks sonorously)
(grunts) I… I guess this is it.
Don’t waste your draught on me.
(sigh) I brought this upon myself.
(weak wheezing)
Hm. Great Frógga?
Very handsome, but very foolish.
Now I’ve done my part.
You do yours.
He rests now.
Dear friend!
As you can see, I’m alive.
All thanks to you and dear Hilga.
I feel right as rain. Well, mostly.
Welcome back, friend.
I have big news!
You might be wondering…
Where is dear Hilga?
Well, she has worked wonders again.
Yes, yes. I’m here and I am… much improved.
Back so soon?
Welcome back, friend.
As you can see, we’ve been busy.
Very, very busy.
Welcome back, friend.
Welcome back, friend.
May I…?
(ribbits happily)
It seems my song has attracted the wrong sort of company.
He ran in, raving about some “Great Frogga.”
Even in life, he smelled… (sniffs) rotten.
A madman no doubt.
I tried to reason with them, but…
They were like rabid wolves.
They argued over who would…
… “wear” me.
No, no no… she won’t do.
(sigh) I just can’t relate to these other frogs.
They know nothing of sadness.
They’re pure, untainted by reason.
(sigh) We’re almost a different species.
It seems my song has attracted the wrong sort of company.
He ran in, raving about some “Great Frogga.”
Even in life, he smelled rotten.
A madman no doubt.
You’re concerned... about me?
Well… (cough) I am a little unwell.
Perhaps you have a remedy?
Or even a mushroom to spare?
(gulp) Ahhh…
These used to grow everywhere.
Some would even hoard them.
I’m Gorf, by the way. (burp)
Please, take this. It’s a small thanks.
Thank you, stranger.
I shan’t forget your kindness.
Or your… (sniffs) odd scent.
Thank you, stranger.
(gulp) I hope this does the trick, but...
What if this ailment is a malady of the mind?
Is there such a thing?
Anyway (burp) – your reward.
Well, there are worse maladies for certain.
But I do hope this one passes.
Don't worry.
I’m sure the mushroom will work wonders.
(gulp) This… elixir.
(burp) It’s got me thinking.
I’ve forgotten my purpose.
Why croak? Why sing at all?
It’s obvious...
I need an audience… a mate!
A reason to sing again.
Yes, that’s it.
I’ll croak and croon like a young toad.
Surely, that’ll attract a potential paramour.
Oh… wait. Forgive me.
I forgot to repay your kindness.
Here you are. (burps)
Perhaps this tonic is the cure to all my ills?
Finally, I have a reason to sing again.
(gulp) Mmm… thank you, friend. Here.
(burp) You know… I’ve got an idea.
Here I’m but a big frog in a small pond.
Perhaps I must find a larger pond…
To find a proper mate!
I know just the spot.
A great marsh, teeming with potential mates, just past Blackridge.
(gulp) Ah, thank you.
You always cheer me up.
Well, maybe I’ll give it another go?
After I cough up a reward of course. (burp)
I'll keep croaking.
Surely, there's more than madmen here.
‘Tis a kind mercy.
For an old, horn-headed toad.
But I’m afraid it’s not enough.
I need… a miracle.
Just... leave me.
Let nature take its course.
Mm…
I need…
Need… help…
…a potion… perhaps
... (gulp)
Good. He didn’t choke.
(exhausted sigh)
He rests now.
Please, no more gifts.
Instead, allow me to honor you…
In song! (croaks)
Oh, and this.
You know...
I thought all my croaking had been for naught.
But it called you... and Hilga.
And she’s wonderful company.
As are you, too. Of course.
I hope she returns soon.
No wonder her hands are so soft.
By the way...
She’ll be staying here.
To tend to my wounds.
She’s a catch, no?
Quite the mate.
And I have you to thank for all this.
Oh, and the moonshine I suppose.
Now… may we have some privacy?
Don’t worry.
I shan’t be needing any more mushrooms.
Or delectable draughts.
I have all that I need now.
You’re welcome any time.
Take a moment to rest.
Enjoy the symphony of life.
Perhaps it may cure your troubles, too?
Like I said, we've been busy.
That’s Daot!
A fine young toad, no?
He’s a bit shy.
Listen to that ribbit! Takes after his father.
Ahh… thanks again!
(chirps enthusiastically)
Ahh... I'm feeling better already.
Thank you... my throat dry was a desert.
My condition is improving... I think.
Don't worry. I can see you have little to share.
Surely, there’s something?
A potion of sorts?
I think I’ve seen brigands drinking it.
You know I once had a powerful tonic.
From a strange sack-headed fellow
It tasted rotten, but it put a spring in my step.
What did he call it… "lunar radiance"?
It’s probably for the best.
Surely, no elixir can solve all my troubles?
Oh, don't worry, friend.
I don't really need any more of that elixer.
Yes, so many lotions and potions.
No wonder her hands are so soft.
By the way, she’ll be staying here.
To tend to my wounds.
Don’t worry, Hilga will set it up when she returns.
Apparently, she has some sort of surprise for me.
Apparently, she has some sort of surprise for me.