Vaida: Ah, we meet again. You disappoint me by your persistent refusal to drop dead.
Harken: You again...
Vaida: I saw you fight. Those are some fancy moves. Is that how you plan on living through the coming battle?
Harken: I am a knight of Pherae. I fight in a way befitting my station. Are you not a proud knight of Bern?
Vaida: Hah! There, you’re wrong. I’m no longer a knight.
Harken: What does that mean?
Vaida: I disobeyed the king’s orders. Everyone in my troop was stripped of rank, stripped of country... Well, I’m tired of running. I plan to return home and find like souls... We’ll sell ourselves to the highest bidder, do any job. A merry band of vagrants and vandals!
Harken: You...disobeyed orders!? Why would you do something like that...?
Vaida: I don’t recall owing you any explanations. Just—keep your distance. I’ve no desire to be friends with a tail-wagging knight, eager for a bone from his master. And...watch your tone when you speak with me in the future!
Vaida: You again? Do you never learn? How many times must I tell you I’ve no interest...
Harken: I...once belonged to the Black Fang.
Vaida: What!? What did you say?
Harken: In order to avenge Lord Elbert and my companions... I would sneak into the enemy camp alone. It was then...once...I saw you there. It was outside the base... You were talking to their leader’s wife, Sonia. I remember you well... A young, earnest wyvern knight, talking to that cold-eyed woman...
Vaida: You...were watching? Hmph. You have strange tastes. I trust it you found great comedy in our exchange. Me, being reprimanded by that woman...
Harken: No, on the contrary... I was envious of you.
Vaida: Eh...? How is that?
Harken: You... You were using Nergal to help you return to the Royal Wyvern Knights. You were willing to use any means necessary to return to your master... at the time, I had lost my master, and my will to live... Seeing your focus of mind... It was impressive.
Harken: Yet, I do not understand. How could you betray a lord to whom you were so faithful?
Vaida: Grr... Leave me be. Who swore fealty to any king? Not I! The lord to whom I swore... Was not that plain man, grasping at the coattails of power, but a man born with the presence and manner of a king. Should that man take the throne, a change of fortune would sure come to Bern.
Harken: You speak of Prince Zephiel...
Vaida: That name is not to be spoken of so lightly by a knight of Pherae!
Harken: Now I understand. It is good that we were able to talk.
Harken: Vaida... We are both knights of the same heart. Together, in this army, we are compatriots. I believe this, no matter how you feel about it.
Vaida: ... Hmph. I care for him not one bit. ...Truly... ...Not one bit...
Wallace: Wahahahaha! I’m glad you asked! I am Wallace, of the Caelin knights!
Vaida: Caelin? Where is that?
Wallace: Tsk! Ignorant woman. Clean out your ears, and listen closely! Caelin, home of our Lord Hausen, is a vital territory in the Lycian alliance of noble houses.
Vaida: Ah, that pathetic gaggle of weak countries... And? What does Sir Scrub Knight want with me?
Wallace: Grrrrr! What insolence! ...I don’t know how strong you knights of Bern are but... Wallace cannot keep silent in the face of such insults!
Vaida: Hehh! How interesting! Well, I am ready. Shall we fight here?
Wallace: Pfff! I am a disciplined knight of Caelin! We are not so unruly as to forget our duty for a personal vendetta, no matter how worthy!
Vaida: What? Are you chicken?
Wallace: No knight of Caelin runs from danger!! I show my bravery in battle with the enemy, not with our allies! Listen, wench! Perhaps you would like to show m your prowess in the same way? Unless you are afraid I will show you up!
Vaida: Meh. Sounds like fun, I guess. I was getting pretty bored here, anyhow. You’ll see a good show today, knight!
Vaida: There you are, you bald old fossil. Still smarting from our competition?
Wallace: Bald old fossil!? You spitting cobra! Are you trying to make me share in your bitterness at being so soundly defeated the other day?
Vaida: Spitting cobra? I rather like that! But victory was mine the other day... So now which one of us is bitter?
Wallace: You talk madness, woman! By that reckoning do you believe I lost to your pathetic display? Surely we are not talking about the same battle! I was perfection unleashed... Those lance thrusts were blindingly fast, intoxicating in their sublime form!
Vaida: Wishful thinking, teapot! You were no prize on the battlefield! I saw you poke each unit one by one with your little needle... The whole thing took ages!
Wallace: Well, all I saw was a big lump of grey flesh flitting about in the sky and belching on occasion! And your wyvern wasn’t much better!
Vaida: ...Well, obviously, we have not settled our score at all!
Wallace: Mm. Maybe not... Perhaps we need an impartial judge... Someone with an eye for battle! Perhaps...yes! My liege, Lady Lyndis!
Vaida: Don’t talk out of your rear, Wallace. She’s far from impartial when it comes to her shiny little teapot...
Wallace: Then who would you pick?
Vaida: One of the other two lords... Wait! The blue-haired, husky one is a knight like you... The armor may have rusted his brain... I guess that leaves the morose Eliwood... Is he the fairest judge we can find?
Wallace: Fine! I have no objections!
Vaida: Great! I can’t wait to run a few enemies through with my lance and show you what a fool you are! Now, let’s get Eliwood and settle this once and for all!
Vaida: Ahh, this won’t do at all! How could you and I receive the same score?!
Wallace: I wonder the same thing! How could Lord Eliwood not have noticed the quality of my fighting?
Wallace: ...Lord Eliwood did say that it was difficult to determine the victor in such a short battle... Perhaps if we both fought longer, he would have a better idea...?
Vaida: Don’t be a simpleton, platter-chest! The kid just said that to spare the feelings of the obvious loser... That’s why I didn’t want to ask him in the first place.
Wallace: Ohh! Weren’t you the one who said we should have him judge us in the first place?!
Vaida: Shut up! Don’t bother me with details! Yet, still... Like you said, seeing each other fight up close changes one’s perspective, doesn’t it? I got a good look, and you actually do have some skill with that thing... I take back those things I said about you being a hick knight from a weak country...
Wallace: Yes! As you should! ...And well, I guess your fighting doesn’t leave too much to be desired, either.
Vaida: But this is far from over! The wyvern riders of Bern sit atop the heap of all other force on the continent! You will see our power soon!
Wallace: Hah! I do believe that is my line! By the honorable name of Caelin, we will never fail! You’ll taste the power of our knights, like cold steel in your mouth!
Vaida: Hey, you! I thought I taught you a lesson, and here you are, reading again!!
Canas: Ah, er... Hello, Vaida. I am indeed reading. This is--
Vaida: I didn’t ask!!
Canas: Ah. Well, excuse me. I thought I would bring a book today that you might find interesting... It is about wyvern-mounted combat...
Canas: Yes. Do you know of them? They are rather mysterious creatures. According to this book, they are all white and normally appear in lakes... And it says that they cry “Scraw!” from time to time. Just once, I sure would like to see a real one...
Vaida: Are you...stupid?
Canas: Hm? Was my description inaccurate?
Vaida: You scholars are all bumbling fools! Give me that useless book! Umbriel! Here’s some more light reading!
Canas: Oh dear, not again! And he finds that one... positively irresistible, doesn’t he...
Vaida: Hm? What’s this? No one here? I thought I was supposed to meet someone here! Those blasted kids from Lycia. They sent me to the wrong place! Well, no matter. I’ll show those brats. Bloody moppets!
Dorcas: ...No one’s here. I thought I was supposed to meet up with someone. Oh, well... I’m better off on my own anyhow.
Vaida: What is this!? Some cruel game? Who do they think they’re toying with!? Bah... It was that Eliwood who sent me here! To meet his pal, Dorcas... The one with the pretty little thing fretting at home. So why’d he leave her, the big oaf! If I know men, it’s because he’s another scoundrel. I bet he’s got a girl in every village this side of the mountains! Well, he’s no hero at all, in my book! ...Where are they?! Grarr! I give up! What good are these useless man-heroes?!
Dorcas: ...Not again! But I checked the place and time... Vaida was supposed to be here... The one who betrayed Bern for Prince Zephiel... She would give anything to discharge her duty to him. They say she is pure, but a bit too idealistic. Ideals... Ha!! She must be young. Well, she’s nowhere to be seen. Very well. Then I will return. I hope that young girl is staying out of danger...
Merlinus: Yaaawn! Ahh, another peaceful day in the life of a transporter...
Vaida: Are you Merlinus?!
Merlinus: Hya... Hyaaaa!!
Vaida: Why are you screaming, little man? I am your ally, not your foe! You do understand that, don’t you?
Merlinus: Ah, or course, Dame Vaida! A-And what business do you have with me?
Vaida: I am your guard today. And I may see you more often in the future, as well.
Vaida: Well, don’t you look excited? I’m glad to see it. I’m glad of it, myself. You make good bait to draw the enemy near... I don’t know how well it will work, but it seems like a good ploy to try...
Merlinus: Hyaa... This is terrifying! These Bern soldiers love fighting more than eating! With friends like these, who needs enemies? ...Ohohohoh!