Exharme: Serenoa Wolffort! When the day is done, you shall know who between us deserves to rule!
Serenoa: I was wrong about you, Exharme. The justice you espouse has ever been but a means to fulfill your own pride and ambition.
Serenoa: How disappointing. Well then, let us see where your ambition takes you. Forward!
Exharme: I refuse to cower behind the Goddess's Shield.
Exharme: Once I strike down House Wolffort, I shall be the one to bring Norzelia into a new era!
Hyzantian Soldier: Minister Exharme! Reinforcements from the north gate have arrived!
Exharme: Hmph. Idore means to steal my glory...
Very well, fall into rank. And do not get in my way!
Hyzantian Soldier: Reinforcements from the south gate are here, Minister Exharme!
Exharme: Tch. As if I required aid. Serenoa is mine. You are free to kill the rest of the rabble.
Exharme: There is no quarter between us, Serenoa.
Exharme: When the cries of the wounded and dying cease, it shall be I who is standing.
Serenoa: I don't think so. You fall here, and with you, the last ember of Hyzante's pride shall fade.
Serenoa: And the world shall be better for it!
Roland: Thank you for leaving the safety of the Shield, Exharme. Sieges are so terribly boring.
Exharme: Only a glorious victory can erase an inglorious defeat.
Exharme: When the day is done, none alive shall doubt my prowess. And your petty rebellion shall be eclipsed by the story of my greatness!
Roland: We've met many like you on our journey—animals in the guises of men. They all reveal their true nature at the end of my spear.
Exharme: Yes... Show no mercy, for you shall receive none from me!
Exharme: Today marks the end of the Wolffort name!
Hossabara: That's a mighty fine horse. Raised with love and care, and make no mistake.
Hossabara: It ain't too late for you. Lord Serenoa will show you mercy if you but lay down your arms.
Exharme: I have chosen my path, and I will see it to the end.
Milo: You were kind to me before, but I sense that's come to an end. This is our final day in each other's company, isn't it?
Exharme: It is, Milo. I promise to deliver you gently to your fate.
Exharme: Ugh... No! I won't suffer the shame of defeat again!
Exharme: Curse you...Wolffort...
Exharme: It was supposed to be me... My glory...
