- Witterquick: [an arrow from within the castle strikes the cliff-side behind him and Arzon] What's this?
- Leoric: [on the balcony with his bow] Sorry for my rudeness, old friends. But you cannot come any farther.
- Merklynn: [traps the four about to fight in a forcefield] I'm sure this is all very chivalrous, but there are more important tasks for you than breaking up the furniture.
- Merklynn: I foresaw the plague coming, and tried to send the Darkling Lords on a quest for the ingredients a month ago. But, you thought Heskedor could be of more help to you.
- Merklynn: The plague is ultimately fatal.
- Witterquick: What?
- Arzon: Fatal? Then - Leoric and the others...
- Lexor: Forget Leoric! What about me?
- Merklynn: Dead. Sooner or later. But dead nonetheless.
- Lexor: [just after they've stretched themselves as far as they can plugging every leak in the boat, a massive one springs up in the middle] That's yours!
- Cindarr: It's yours!
- Lexor: No, i-it's yours!
- Cindarr: [spluttering as they start to sink] But, I thought...
- Lexor: [spluttering] Well, you were wrong!
- Arzon: [sighs] Too bad we have to do this. Dragons are proud and wonderful creatures.
- Witterquick: Ohh. Tell that to some peasant, who's just had his village torched.
- Cindarr: [of the Beast of Destruction chasing him and Lexor] He gets mad when he doesn't get to destroy something!
- Lexor: [to Cindarr] G-Give me a hand!
- Wood Nymph: Girls, let's give him a hand!
- [they applaud and cheer]
- Arzon: [of the dragons] It seems such a waste that - they must perish to help us.
- Witterquick: Arzon, if you could be a meal, they can be medicine!
- Arzon: Poor Gregsgamar.
- Witterquick: Let me remind you, friend Arzon, that you were almost eaten by him!
- Arzon: Easy, Gregsgamar. I come in peace this time. I know you understand me. We hunted you because a plague is sweeping the land. We need a dragon's claw to save others.
- Cindarr: [picks up a unicorn colt whose hoof he got out of a tree-fork] Ohhhhhh. Don't be scared. Everything's fine. No one will hurt you. We're supposed to get a unicorn horn, little fella. But yours is too small for Merklynn to use. Better go find your mama, and stay out of Lexor's way.
- Wood Nymph: You hunt unicorns, yet you show great kindness and let *that* one go. Why?
- Cindarr: Yes, we need one. But... not *that* little fella.
- Lexor: Where's the food?
- Cindarr: Food. The food. I forgot. I was freeing a baby unicorn. I forgot.
- Lexor: You *freed* a *unicorn*? Cindarr, you're impossible! I don't believe your stupidity! What's - that?
- Cindarr: This? Just a flute.
- Lexor: [Takes it] It's made out of unicorn horn!
- Cindarr: Yes. The wood nymphs gave it to me when I freed the baby unicorn.
- Lexor: [puts a hand to his head] I hate you sometimes.
- Arzon: [Gregsgamar picks him up with Witterquick and carries them off] I can't believe it. Wait. I can!
- Merklynn: Four set out, and four returned, with treasures they have duly earned. For common sense, and uncommon zeal, by all my powers I command: heal!
- Arzon: They fulfilled their part of the bargain.
- Witterquick: But the next time we meet, we'll be at hazard again.
- Leoric: Even so, it's good to know honor can exist among the darkest of hearts.