narcian
Aaaargh!
Balderdash and piffle!
It's been... however many battles
already since I returned, and...
(Narcian fumes.)
I've yet to regain my rightful
status as Wyvern General!
It's as if the king doesn't even
notice my contributions!
(Narcian tantrums.)
How is this FAIR!?
pheros
Lower your voice.
You will draw unwanted
attention upon yourself.
And, by extension, the
rest of us.
(Narcian steps towards her.)
narcian
(smiles) Oho... Aren't you beautiful.
I believe I shall grant you the
pleasure of my company...
Hm hm hm...
pheros
You would do well to
rein yourself in.
Your reputation isn't
exactly stellar.
To make it worse
would be unwise.
narcian
(scowls) My reputation!? What do I care
about the opinion of my inferiors?
I am the heir to Bern's oldest
dynasty!
Older even than the king's
lineage!
We were among Bern's
founders!
pheros
Quite the...
putative pedigree.
narcian
Ahh, in awe, are you now?
pheros
...Something like that.
Well, your family's deeds must
be the stuff of legend.
narcian
Deeds? I am the highest noble
in the realm.
That's all there is to it, and
all there SHOULD be to it!
I don't have to prove anything.
pheros
Pah... And what have you to show
for your precious lineage?
(Narcian fumes.)
narcian
How dare you!
pheros
Answer the question.
(Narcian flinches back.)
narcian
W-Why, everything!
I am strong, I am wise,
I am lovely--
pheros
Cease spewing drivel.
That is all meaningless.
The only thing impressive
about you...
is how you've managed to fall from
Wyvern General to lowly corporal.
(Narcian quivers with rage.)
narcian
If you think you can insult
me so and get away with it,
you are sorely mistaken.
I will not endure such offense!
pheros
I welcome you to do
something about it.
Well? Will you go to your
lord father and cry?
(Narcian shrinks back.)
narcian
...I am the last of my name.
It falls to me to defend our
honor and our legacy!
pheros
No siblings or anything?
How I pity your forebears...
Such a storied family, and it
comes to an end here.
With so pathetic a child.
narcian
Eh?! You wench, I am
a young man!
I have plenty of time to
sire an heir or three!
(Narcian shakes his fist.)
Just watch! You'll wish YOU
had begged to be my bride!
(Narcian storms off.)
pheros
...And in the end, he flees,
having done naught but whine.
Sigh... Fool. Blue blood is worthless.
True strength begets true devotion.
You could stand to learn that from
your liege.