- This is my favorite.
- Sharing meals is exhausting.
- If I must.
- You're inviting me? Why?
- Where are we going?
- This landscape is somehow...nostalgic.
- The forest beasts are watching. Shall we hunt?
- I don't care for sightseeing.
- I'm restless.
- Interesting. I accept.
- Hmph.
- All right.
- Interesting. Why don't they flee?
- Your concern is unnecessary.
- My wants are of little importance. Do as you please.
- Fish? They are...fine.
- Likely dropped by a small child on a passing vessel.
Not worth our time.
- I fight as I see fit. Nothing more.
- That sword of yours... Perhaps it can excise the evil
[cdb]inside me.
- Hmph. I can sense that you and those maggots are
[cdb]of the same ilk.
- My mother and sister remain in good health.
That is all I... No. Enough.
- The evil inside me and I are one and the same—
[cdb]cursed swordsmen for whom there is no salvation.
- Don't bother inviting me to victory parties.
I won't go.
- This bores me. I only find delight in battle.
- Fights to the death. Also...sweets.
- I detest alcohol. And parties.
- A dream of the future? Hmph! I could never have
[cdb]such a thing.
- When the war ends and there is no one left to kill,
[cdb]what will become of the evil inside me?
- I love my mother and sister. But even they are not
[cdb]safe from the evil within.
- The long-ago days I spent with my mother and sister
[cdb]were hard. And yet, I was happy.
- There are skilled fighters in our ranks, yet none
[cdb]who will fight me to the death. How frustrating.
- There is no style to my swordplay. I merely hack the
[cdb]enemy into pieces.
- I am as wary of you as the maggots are. But I don't
[cdb]sense that you intend me harm.
- Fight me! Perhaps you will be the one to do it.
- I remembered how to make one kind of confection.
- Some of the recruits show potential. With the proper
[cdb]training, perhaps... Hm.
- This is uncomfortable.
- I'm blessed with the same hair color as my mother
[cdb]and sister, yet am unworthy of it.
- Yes? What is it?
- My face looks just like his did. I find it repulsive.
- Well? Out with it!
- The armor of the Death Knight was born of that
[cdb]demon's whim.
- I will take my leave.
- Next time, we will cross blades—not words.
- My sword is yours.