Roland: Everything rests on this, Serenoa. We must do whatever it takes to win.
Serenoa: I know. No doubt Avlora will be the greatest challenge we've faced.
Roland: Indeed... She killed my master. Killing her will prove our cause is righteous.
Roland: Come. Let us be rid of these Aesfrosti bastards!
Avlora: So you survived, Dawnspear? No matter. I have beaten you once; I can do it again.
Avlora: My blade thirsts for another taste of your blood.
Roland: I was powerless then... But not now. I will strike her down and show my master how strong I've become.
Avlora: I struck you down with my own hand... So tell me, who <i>are</> you, behind that mask?
Roland: I am Aesfrost's bane.
Roland: My mask stays on until the last handful of dirt falls upon your grave.
Avlora: Or until I kill you and rip it from your face myself.
Avlora: Child's play. You are nothing like the Maxwell I fought before.
Avlora: Any who do not wish to die would do well to withdraw. I will show no mercy.
Avlora: To think...this is as far as I go...
Roland: I will not give up...not so long as I draw breath!
Roland: Hngh... Master... Cordelia... Forgive me...
