RADIANCE

“Well, that was convenient. Really, it’s more of an ultimatum than an offer. You can either leave these lands or be crushed by the Greil Mercenaries. You’re trespassing on Crimean soil.”

You boutta need to dab on some bandages-

“Excuse me, young one. Could you direct me to the leader of this army? I have an offer to make them.”

“Excuse me, is this the... Gorg Mack Monastery? I’m looking for work, and word on the street is that you might need a sword or two.”

Gonna go bag myself an elk for some more meat. You a haunch or rib guy?

You fay fum’fin? ‘M eating.

“Looks like I didn’t really miss too much, now, did I?”

“Uh, hello? Askr to Corrin?”

Okay but consider this. I haven’t stabbed a dragon in at least a month.

“Sorry, but that would just be claw-ful. Someone has to keep order.”