Rudolph: The duchy's beyond savin', if the soldiers have stooped to smugglin'. The rot's too deep now.
Sycras: I've no intention of defending them, but their poverty leaves them few options. They're still human, after all.
Serenoa: I expect you'll put that sympathy aside if it comes to blows.
Sycras: ...For the good of the duchy, yes. Any who resist shall taste my blade!
Rudolph: Ye can always trust one who fights with a bow, yeah?
Hughette: Less talk, more fighting.
Rudolph: Ye've a dark past, too. I can tell. How'd ye come to be with this lot?
Anna: I am no criminal. Mind your tongue.
Rudolph: That's half of 'em. Ye'll keep yer word about my pardon, won't ye?
Sycras: We'll talk when this is finished!
Sycras: Defeated by a bunch of ruffians... What a disgrace...
Rudolph: Bunch o' bastards... Gettin' 'tween me 'n' my freedom!
Rudolph: Rot in gaol, ye traitorous bastards!
Serenoa: We nearly have them! Stay on your guard—these are trained soldiers we fight!
Serenoa: They may be lousy smugglers, but they fight like soldiers. Still, we will not back down!
