Cervantes: So! They arrive at last, eh wot! "Yes, come closer," said the hairy spider to the flies...
Soldier: General Cervantes! Lord Excellus was right—the Ylissean League approaches!
Cervantes: ...Are you daft, boy? Did you not hear what I was JUST saying?!
Soldier: A thousand pardons, sir!
Cervantes: Hmm... They must have some skill to make it this far... But no matter. We will show them the meaning of the word "fear"...
Soldier: The meaning of "beard," sir? Er, yes, I'm sure they would be most impressed.... But perhaps—
Cervantes: Fear, you deaf ignoramus! FEAR!
Soldier: Y-yes, sir! Of course, sir! ...Sorry, sir!
Cervantes: ...They are impressive, though, aren't they? My whiskers? Ha ha! I've not shaved since my very first battle. And have I ever lost? No! Not even once! Ergo, my moustache makes me invincible. It's science, my boy—science!
Chrom: Fiend! You invade kingdoms and bully them into submission... Why? What does it achieve?
Cervantes: Do you even need ask, whelp? Emperor Walhart is destined to rule this world, plain and simple.
Chrom: Yes, but to what end?
Cervantes: Irrelevant! Walhart's mind is beyond the grasp of common men.
Chrom: So you don't even know what you're fighting for?
Cervantes: I tend to my own beard, boy. A soldier does not question orders. But he gives his loyalty—and maybe his life—in the service of greater men.
Chrom: Great men? Is living only to conquer so great an ambition?
Cervantes: What could be greater! Once I had dreams myself of commanding a nation... But Walhart? Aye, he dreams bigger. He would rule the entire world! Mine is nothing compared to the moxie of the Conqueror. I am but a single tiny hair on the beard of a flea in his great moustache! Have you not tasted the thrill of being part of something bigger than yourself?
Chrom: Not at the price of inflicting cruelty and suffering, no.
Cervantes: Hmph. Then we have nothing more to discuss. Prepare to learn the meaning of the word "beard." ...Fear, I mean fear!
Say'ri: Factions of the Resistance are already uniting in answer to the Voice's call! Soon bards will sing of this day... "They who conquered the Conqueror!"
Chrom: A tune I'm most anxious to hear.
Avatar: But a man like Walhart will not roll over dead at the first sign of trouble...
Say'ri: Aye, my lord...as you say. He will muster his forces to put down the Rebellion. Then his gaze will turn to us. Against his full might, we would not last long.
Chrom: Where are his armies garrisoned?
Say'ri: The Valmese Imperial Army is comprised of three main divisions: one controls the north, one the south, and the third the lands between. Emperor Walhart commands the northern forces. Their might easily exceeds our own. The south is led by my brother, Yen'fay. His host is said to rival Walhart's.
Avatar: Divisions, are they? Hmm...
Flavia: I see a plan brewing in those eyes of yours, Avatar...
Avatar: If we could divide their divisions—disrupt communications, supplies, et cetera... Then introduce misinformation to add to the confusion...a whisper here and there... The panic would spread on its own...and all the quicker for their great number. Such a giant force could collapse under its own weight.
Chrom: Say'ri—the third division, stationed between the other two...
Say'ri: Aye, sir, at Fort Steiger, halfway along the highroad. In fact, not so far from where we stand now. We might stand a chance against them... But it would take speed, and luck. I wager Walhart and Yen'fay will hear of our exploits soon, if they haven't already. I suggest sending the bulk of our army to the north and south to mask our plan. An elite force, led by Sir Chrom, might then quietly slip through to Fort Steiger. What say you?
Chrom: I say, "aye."
Say'ri: Fie! We could all be dead before nightfall, yet not one of you so much as hesitates. Your courage is...an inspiration... Aye, we will win this war yet, by gods!