Cryotek: [imitating Fletchen and chuckling] "Hello, Leoric!" It seems our leader has made a conquest.
Galadria: [grinning] Don't mock others in he affairs of the heart, Cryotek. He's not the only one to conquer. Or *be* conquered.
Cryotek: True enough. Though some surrenders are sweeter than...
Fletchen: Whatever this plague is, it's affecting the users of magic only. The rest of us seem to be untouched.
Leoric: Truly I am grateful *you* are spared, Fletchen.
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.
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!
Wood Nymph: [laughing after they sink Cindarr and Lexor's boat] At least they're cleaner now.
Witterquick: You can't hide a four-hundred-foot-long fire-breathing monster.
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.
Witterquick: Look, it's us or him, Arzon... And I think I just found *him*.
Cindarr: Awwww. Loooook.
Lexor: This is going to be easy. Cindarr, turn loose your power of destruction. We'll pick up the pieces.
Cindarr: ...I dunno, Lexor. So pretty. And just for some horn?
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]
Merklynn: [to Leoric] What potion is that you're taking?
Fletchen: Potion? 'Tis naught but chicken soup.
Arzon: [being picked up by Gregsgamar] This is definitely not one of our better days!
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!
Lexor: You know, Cindarr, there's really no reason for us to share the cure with the Spectral Knights.
Cindarr: We promised.
Merklynn: [Chuckles] Pity your little bit of planned villainy goes awry. Eh, Lexor?
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.