Ren: My means may be poor, Your Majesty, but my mission is noble.

Obric: What could you possibly say that would convince me not to end your lives now?

Ren: With his dying breath, my father charged me to gather the 13 Treasures of Rule and use them to save Octopon and Mer.
Obric: So the Treasures were not lost?

Ren: No, just scattered throughout Mer. And the pirate king Bloth will not rest until he possesses them for his own evil purposes.

Obric: You say Bloth is part of this too, eh?
Ren: Yes, Your Majesty.

Obric: Well, it all makes for an interesting tale, young pirate, but my court already has an excellent storyteller.
         Captain! Take them to the keep and lock them up in ceparate cells!

Ren: Wait, your Majesty!
       Does your storyteller have this?

Obric: The First Treasure of Rule!

         Then...you are the son of Primus!