Exharme: Plinius, give yourself up! There is no escape for heathens like yourself!
Exharme: Even <i>attempting</> to steal our nation's secrets is a grave crime—one I know you have not forgotten!
Plinius: This research is my life's work! I have poured my blood, sweat, and tears into it! What is so wrong with treating it as my own!?
Corentin: Plinius... Such an untainted passion for knowledge cannot hope to survive here.
Serenoa: I had heard that Hyzante was a land without strife. It would seem that was too good to be true...
Serenoa: We mustn't allow Plinius and his lackeys to get away. After them!
Plinius: You understand, don't you, Corentin? You must let me go!
Corentin: As a fellow researcher, I understand your plight. Even so, I cannot condone this...
Geela: I see. So ice heeds your call.
Corentin: Hm? Haven't we met before? What is your name?
Geela: I'm no one of note, I'm afraid. You must have me mistaken for someone else.
Plinius: Out of my way! This research is mine! None shall have it!
Plinius: You will regret ridiculing me! The price for such insolence is your life!
Plinius: Why, Goddess? I am not your pawn... I am merely...
Plinius: I have won my freedom—I am the Goddess's prisoner no longer!
