Sorsley: Heh... Be gentle, my lords. I am not as strapping as once I was.
Exharme: I expect no quarter from you, Prince Roland. Nor from you, Lord Serenoa. Show us the swordplay your house is so famous for.
Serenoa: They're two of Hyzante's most famed generals. We'll have no room for mistakes.
Roland: Then we shall make none. Now, let us show the realm the mettle of the new generation!
Serenoa: For honor and glory!
Exharme: I asked for no quarter, and you did not disappoint. Perhaps one day we can fight as allies.
Exharme: Minister Sorsley, I leave the rest in your capable hands.
Sorsley: Ungh... My old wounds flare up again. I can fight no further.
Sorsley: ...Exharme. I will leave you to fight for the glory of Hyzante.
Serenoa: Urgh! Their reputation is well deserved...
Serenoa: But the day isn't lost yet. Roland, I trust you to see us through to victory.
Roland: Damn it! I underestimated them...
Roland: Don't lose heart, Serenoa! Show them that the Wolfforts never back down!
Exharme: You fight admirably. But you will not claim victory so easily!
Roland: Their numbers are few, but they are fierce! Stay focused and drive them back!
Serenoa: I knew victory would not come easily, but this is too much...
Sorsley: Heh... You'd best yield, before an injury cuts your bright future short.
Exharme: Goddess, I thank you for your blessing this day. A worthy foe is a glorious gift indeed.
Sorsley: You find the Goddess in odd places, Exharme. This trifling tourney will bring Hyzante neither riches nor glory.
Exharme: The Goddess works in myriad ways, Minister Sorsley. You would do well to keep your eyes attuned.
