"Odor of Heroes... Why is it you say this thing? Do Heroes smell like slop from farm?"
"We are not teacher at heart, but in other world, we have been tutor of the hacking and slashing."
"Always you are busy. Always, never sleep enough. You lay head on fluffy pillow. We do patrol for you."
"What are these Heroes? Are Heroes us or fancy people in white uniforms like silly ducks?"
"People of this kingdom are under attack by empire. We help. Any good person would."
"In home country, we have expression. Blue means blue, but blue is deep color. Holds all other blues. Now, you think on that." (Greeting from friend)
"We understand many of your fancy words now. Summon is how you call Heroes like you do. Breidablik is funny weapon. Divine, divine—we know. And shoot is to shoot. Even little babies know that. We are grateful for patience you give us. There is a saying in home country, that true warriors in group fight as one body with many arms. So, we help allies, and we give our two arms gladly. Now, final word we have learned. We are your, how do you say again...? Woman? Wait, no. Friend. We are your friend. And we hope to learn many more words from you." (Upon reaching level 40)