"It's so boring here. Without any Risen, who am I supposed to pluck the arms and legs off of? Flies aren't the same..."
"Want to help me with an experiment real quick? It's a hex that kills 100 people at once!"
"I've been collecting crow feathers for a while. I wonder how many I need to fly..."
"You doing okay, Summoner? No battlefield injuries or anything? I'd hate for you to die yet!"
"I kinda miss wizard school. That's where I learned to smile all the time! Also where I got my pain tolerance."
"Say, are you Summoner? I come with a big hello from Friend Summoner!" (Greeting from friend)
"Oh! Planning on sending me out to kill some more, Summoner? Nya ha! That's great! Who's my target? A Hero? Emblian soldier? Oh! Could it be someone in the Order of Heroes? Huh? Allies don't kill each other? Who told you THAT? Eh, if you say so, I guess... Then again, I like this place, and I wouldn't want anyone to die. You won't die, will you, Summoner? If you died, I'd have to invent a horrible new hex for whoever killed you. So just...stay alive, OK?" (Upon reaching level 40)