"I have my reasons for fighting, and pushing myself to get stronger, and for getting flexible with weapons."
"I used to rely on a sword, but the stronger I get, I think the axe suits me better."
"Like I said, I'm just a mercenary. Not really the type to rub elbows with any royalty around here."
"I have to give it to you. You fight with brains, not brawn. Wish I had the knack for that."
"People say that I look mad all the time. They can say what they want. If I hear it, though? Then I get mad."
"My business here is with Summoner. That you? I'm here on behalf of someone else." (Greeting from friend)
"It's nothing worth talking about, but there's something I might as well tell you, Summoner. A long time ago, I was from a royal house—a house that was destroyed by our enemies. That was why I became a mercenary—to seek revenge on those who did it. I sought power—and always more of it—to better exact my revenge. But now, none of that matters. I've come to my senses after watching you at work here. Does any of that make sense? If not, forget I said anything. I'll still fight hard for you." (Upon reaching level 40)