Gatrie: Why wouldn't I know the name of a cute girl like you?! You know, there was a time when Titania was the only woman in this mercenary group. Things have really started to shape up while I was away. Mmm... Not bad at all.
Marcia: Oh, nice line, chump. I'm swooning. Waaaait... You were a member of the Greil Mercenaries?
Gatrie: Yep. Actually, I was a senior member.
Marcia: I knew it! You were one of the guys that saved me from those boat monkeys, weren't you?
Gatrie: Boat monk... You mean the pirates? Uh...of course! That was me!
Marcia: Aw, heck! That's fantastic! I was so grateful for the help. Lemme do something to return the favor
Gatrie: That's nice of you to say, but having someone as gorgeous and talented as you join us is payment enough. I need nothing more!
Marcia: Whoa...that's a lot of pressure. I had no idea people depended on me so much. In any case, I'll keep doing my best! Wish me luck!
Gatrie: She's so adorable! She will be mine... Oh, yes. She...will...be...mine.
Marcia: Heya, big fella! What are you doing today?
Gatrie: Marcia! Good to see you. Actually, I was just about to meet up with Ike for a little sparring session.
Marcia: W-what!? You're going to fight the commander?!
Gatrie: You bet I am! That's why I asked you to stop by. I wanted to invite you along so you could check me out in action. Now, don't get my wrong... Ike is a strong commander. But he doesn't have a chance to match my overwhelming physical power! It's breathtaking, really.
Marcia: Breathtaking? Really... I can't wait to see this, Gatrie.
Gatrie: Ha ha ha! Well, what can I say? Why don't you just kick back and watch me unleash the raw fury of these mighty arms! Hhhrraaaawwww!
Gatrie: Ike! Now's your chance to give up, cur! No?! All right, don't say I didn't warn you! Here we go!
Gatrie: This one's for you, Marcia! Haaaarrrgggg!! ...Bwaaa!
Marcia: Ooooh, jerky! That looked painful.
Gatrie: Whoa there, Ike. Don't make me get tough on you... Hey! T-take it easy! Ooof... Ooof! Ouch! Aghhhhhh!
Marcia: Uhhh...is he going to be all right? Gatrie? ...Gaaaatrie? Oh, crackers.
Marcia: Hey! You're Rolf, right? What are you doing out here all alone?
Rolf: I'm practicing my archery skills! See? I just nail a target to a tree and fire away. I cover my arrow tips with burlap to prevent accidents. You see...there was this one incident with a marmot... Well, I just try to stay close to the target now. It's not the best way to train, but at least it gives me some practice.
Marcia: Aw, that's so cute! You're trying hard, even though you're such a little guy!
Rolf: Hey! I'm not small! I'm a dangerous mercenary!
Marcia: Yeah, of course you are. Say, you mind if I practice with you?
Rolf: That's all right. I can take care of myself.
Marcia: Pfff! I know! I'm just offering to help. You know...I was once a knight in the service of the world's greatest country. I also know how to handle a bow. Us pegusus knights fear archers more than anything else, you know.
Rolf: Yeah? Well...you better watch out or I'll feather you like a quill!
Marcia: Hah! Big words from a little guy! I like you! Hey, you should take a look around and make sure nobody else is around before you start shooting arrows.
Kieran: Ho ho! I would love to have a chance to train with a pegasus knight. It could only increase my already mighty skills... Oh, here comes one now! Marcia!
Kieran: Ahem! Er... I would like to have the pleasure of... Oh, pardon me. I forgot to introduce myself. My name--
Marcia: I already know who you are. Crimean Royal Knight Fifth Platoon Captain Kieran. Did I get that right?
Kieran: How do you know my name? Not to mention my post... Maybe it was the fame I won during our last battle? No, I was only semi-glorious...
Kieran: Or perhaps I have injured you and yours with a past transgression? Are you here to revenge yourself on me?!
Kieran: Oh ho! Then tales of my valor must have spread to other countries! Perhaps you know of the time I slew the Giant Spider of... Naah... That's pushing it. But it is possible... Let's see... It's also possible that...
Marcia: Hey! Meathead!
Kieran: Yaaaa! W-what?! Don't scare me like that!
Marcia: We all know your name. You announce yourself every time we fight. "I am Crimean Royal Knight, Fifth Platoon Captain Kieran! See me and tremble!"
Kieran: Hmm... Well, that explains it...
Marcia: So. How can I help you?
Marcia: Didn't you want to ask me something?
Kieran: Oh, that's right. Er... Hm? What did I want to ask you? Blast! Was it... No, that's not it...
Marcia: Riiiight. Well, you come find me whenever you remember... Sheesh! I think this guy's helmet is on too tight...
Kieran: Oh, he's much better! And it's all thanks to you! When he took ill, I didn't know what to do, but... Your first aid saved the day!
Marcia: Poor guy was exhausted from the constant marching. We've been fighting everywhere. I don't blame him for collapsing. Let him rest until he gets used to this new land. I'm sure he'll get better.
Kieran: I had no such knowledge, for I had never fought beyond the borders of sweet Crimea. I thank you with all my heart!
Marcia: Pfff! Please! It's no big deal. I've seen much worse.
Kieran: Nevertheless, I, Crimean Royal Knight, Fifth Platoon Captain Kieran, shall return the favor no matter--
Marcia: Hey! Big fella! I told you, thanks aren't necessary. I'm sure that we'll run into something that you can help me with... Er...at least, I guess that might happen... So you can just help me out when that situation arrives. ...If it arrives.
Kieran: Say no more! I will do so with my life!
Marcia: Please! Keep your life! Oh, that reminds me... Didn't you want to ask me something the other day?
Kieran: Oh, that... Well, with my horse's illness and all, I've forgotten what it was... But, by my axe, I swear that I will--
Marcia: Keep your axe too! Good gravy, I can't deal with this guy!
Marcia: Your horse looks completely healed! I'm so glad.
Kieran: Yes, thanks to you. Let me thank you again! I, Crimean Roy--
Marcia: Oh, jerky! Not again! Stop doing that! Sheesh... Say, what's with the bucket?
Kieran: I was going to wash my horse. He hasn't been scrubbed down in a while, and he could use it. Besides, with all of my amazing adventures, my poor horse gets quite the workout. I try to treat him well.
Marcia: Aw, that's sweet!
Kieran: What is?
Marcia: You love your horse! That's so nice! I figured you'd be too busy flexing or something to notice...
Kieran: He is more than just a simple horse... He is my brother-in-arms! Some knights, some Crimean knights even, treat their horses like mere transportation... but I don't feel that way. And it's not just horses. Armor! Axes! Gauntlets! Boots! Er...this canteen! All fighting tools are my brothers-in-arms!
Marcia: How admirable.
Kieran: No, Marcia, it is not admirable. It is simply common sense.
Marcia: Ha ha! I wasn't sure that you had common sense! You're always so forgetful and distracted when it comes to other things...
Kieran: Huh! Well, I can't say that I can agree! In fact, once while I was fighting the Giant Whippoorwill of Southern Crimea--
Marcia: Oh, chestnuts! D-Deputy Commander Tanith!? What...are you doing here?
Tanith: I was just about to ask you the same thing. As deputy commander of the Holy Guard, I took this position on imperial orders. I never would have thought I'd run into one of my former subordinates so soon...
Marcia: W-we've been together since we crossed into Daein?! Oh, I had no idea! Talk about strange luck! Heh...
Tanith: It certainly is. I'm so glad I've come across my...special subordinate. I've been looking for you for a long time, you know...
Marcia: D-Deputy Commander, your eyes... why are you squinting at me like that? Are you...angry?
Tanith: Oh, I'm angry. I am very angry. Very angry indeed. Right now I'm weighing my options... Which penalty should I inflict on you for deserting the Begnion Holy Guard?
Marcia: I'm... I'm no deserter! Didn't you read the letter of resignation I wrote?
Tanith: Did you think you could cast off your sworn duty by scribbling on a piece of paper? You should know the weight of being a soldier in the service of the Begnion Holy Guard.
Marcia: I'm... I'm sorry! But I was in such a hurry...
Tanith: ...Commander Sigrun is a charitable person. She says she is willing to overlook your desertion.
Tanith: However! I put an end to that nonsense! I told her that I would bring you back at any cost and deliver the appropriate penalty. I hope you're ready!
Marcia: Oh! I just remembered I have to be somewhere! Somewhere really far away... Excuse me, ma'am! Yaaaaa!
Tanith: Stop right there! You're not going to get away this time!
Tanith: What a disgraceful little scream! You should know how to behave in front of your former superior.
Marcia: But... Deputy Commander... Are you still upset with me?
Tanith: I certainly am! State your reason for deserting your duty as a pegasus knight! You were never one to run away! Even during the most intense missions... You were no coward, Marcia. I've even seen some knights leave because of a silly romantic distraction... but not you.
Marcia: Well, if you must know... My brother went missing after he accrued a massive debt.
Marcia: Yes. Men began coming to my barracks to collect their money instead of hunting down my brother. That's why I went to find him. I met Ike and his company during my search, and I joined after they saved me from a vicious band of boat monkeys. But I still didn't find my brother.
Marcia: I figured that if I traveled with Ike, I'd eventually find my brother. That's why I'm still with them.
Tanith: I see... So he skipped town because of his debts. As your former superior officer, I do feel some sympathy for you.
Tanith: Nevertheless! You are still a deserter. It makes no difference why. You will still be punished once my mission is complete.
Marcia: So, you know... I was thinking... If possible... It would be great if you could overlook my punishment.
Tanith: Punishing deserters to the harshest degree of the law has always been an iron rule. I cannot make a special exception for you.
Marcia: Deputy Commander... Why do you have to be so mean?!
Tanith: Why am I mean!? Because you deserted, I had to--
Marcia: You were always like that. Unlike Commander Sigrun, you never once commended our unit. You think you understand us, but you don't. You're just heartless and frigid.
Tanith: Don't you get it? Why do you think I'm coming down on you so hard!?
Marcia: Excuse me?
Tanith: I wouldn't normally say this, but... I had high expectations for you, Marcia. I thought you could take the reigns and someday lead the Holy Guard.
Marcia: What!? Where did that come from? Back in Begnion, you said nothing about any of this.
Tanith: Do you think I would say something like that on my own? I have no choice now. I'll offer counsel to the commander, and see to it that you have a place back on the Guard. If you come back, I might just forget all about your desertion.