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These puny mortals played way too much Burning Legion.

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Ari:
Matthias! We're Here!
Good morning, puny mortals!
Puny mortals: Good morning!
Matthias: Puny mortals?
Ari: Well, sure! They are mortals! And to me, they're quite puny! Now let's get some coffee! Come along now, Matthias!
          

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Allan: Now, kid I INSIST you stay with me and my family for the night!
Matthias: You sure? I don't wanna impose.
Allan: Nonesense! Believe it or not, this town is well known for its hospitality! It's part of the reason I decided to live here after my own years of adventuring! My wife is the best healer in this here town of Lionsburg! Not to mention the most beautiful woman in the world!
Matthias: If you say so...
Carrie: Allan Dunkirk Blackshore! BROUGHT HOME ANOTHER POOR BASTARD YEH BEAT UP, THEN??? I SWEAR, ALLAN, ONE OF THESE DAYS, YER GOING TO LOSE YER OTHER EYE!
Agnes: Daddy!

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Dragon: Now, Little One... Go... Follow Him... Make sure he's invited to the ball...
Elf Child: Aye aye, Big Sister!
Ari: Daisy... Remember the game?
Daisy: Oh... right! Aye aye, Dreaded Dragon Lady!
Ari: Well done, my dear!

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Patricius: Well, my dear, what about the blonde one?
Dragon: Such rage... I don't know if I've ever seen anything like that. I do believe an invitation is in order... you've done well... Patricius...
Patricius: Ari? You know I prefer you not to call me that.
Ari: Sorry, Dad.

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Allan: C'mon, Dan! Let me back in! I didn't get to try the new ale!
Matthias: I'm sorry, Allan.
Allan: What?
Matthias: I didn't mean to insult your traditions... and I didn't mean to lose my temper back there.
Allan: Hey, don't worry about it, I woulda done the same thing in your shoes... you got a place to stay, kid?
Matthias: Nah, but it looks like a nice night. I'll go camp just outside town.
Dan: Hey, Pat! Mind dropping the "mysterious stranger" act for a bit and help me clean up this mess?
Patricius: Just a moment, Daniel.
Three things you don't mess with: You don't mess with another man's house, you don't mess with another man's woman, and you most certainly don't mess with another man's books.

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Allan: (thinking) What was THAT?
Matthias: Ow. I think my hand's broken.

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Allan: No matter! You will pay for insulting our most sacred traditions!
Matthias: Allan, is it? Get your hands off me!
CRASH!
Matthias: I said... get your hands of me.