"This child of yours is quite the Hero, dear Scarlet. Did you know he's been crowned Arena Champion? You would have been so proud of him. It must run in the family. That and getting locked up in one of my charming little cells."

"The inscriptions say only one Hero will be allowed to pass through the gate and, hey, guess what, you're the strongest. I don't know what form Jack's going to take, but I don't think it's going to be small and furry, do you? Good luck. For all our sakes."

"I'm sorry if I woke you last night. It was another of those dreams. I was standing in this field when something happened, but I can't remember what. Never mind that though, I'm still waiting for my present!"

"Any books for us today, Hero? The Book of Spells? This isn't some potty school for wizards you know?"

"What are you waiting for? Finish it or leave me alone. I'm dead anyway. I'm no one's King anymore."

"Jack's spirit is strong, and his new form is almost ready. But I sense how he fears you. Take my soul, and avenge our family once and for all. And make him pay, son."

"Aha! At last! A fine figure of a man! That's what I like to see. It's said that inside every fat person is a thin one trying to get out. But no - I say, outside every thin person is a fat one trying to get in. Enter, weighty wanderer!"

"The stone reads, 'Name unknown. This traveling trader was passing through Oakvale on the night of the raid.'"

"Come on, wake up! Daydreaming again, were you? Just like your mother; mind always wandering. Well, let it wander off to find your sister, will you? She's out playing by the Barrow Fields gate. Remember, you haven't given her a birthday present yet."

"The battle is not over yet. You must destroy the Mask. Whatever you do, you must not wear it!... Can you hear me? It is vital you cast the Mask away... Listen to me! Destroy the Mask! Now!... Destroy it!"

"Welcome to my modest quarters. You have earned yourself a singular reward. one of my world-famous poetry readings! Yes, that's right! These stone walls cannot still the beating heart of a poet."

"Surprised? You shouldn't be. Only an idiot would oppose Jack. You can't win, boy. The world belongs to Jack now."

"I knew you were going to bring me chocolates. It's just like my dream. Come on, let's go home. Mother will be back for my party any minute yet."

"You up for a bit of a scrap? If you want to join in some senseless brutality, it'll cost you 50 gold. You'll get gold for every round you win, and even more if you can avoid getting hit. Stay in the ring. And if you take too many hits you lose. So, you wanna fight or what?"

"So you found me. That's just grand. If you can find me, so can they. I should have never started studying the Focus Sites. But how was I to know Jack was interested in them too. Yes, Jack of Blades! Look, I have no time to explain, you can read my journal if you want."

"Ambushed by a dozen Balverines, Scarlet killed them all, only to fall injured and drained beside their corpes. There she would have died but for Brom, a kind and simple woodsman who tended her back to health. In time they married and had two children. A girl and then a boy."

"And now comes the choice I spoke of so long ago. Strike me down now with the Sword of Aeons and you will become as powerful as Jack dreamt of being. Or cast it into the vortex and its darkness will be gone forever. So what will you do, little brother?"

"No, don't tell me. You were sent here by an irritating young lady, the one with the comatose kid. Don't look so surprised. I am a witch, you know. I read tea leaves on Thursdays. Besides, you're not the first fool she's sent my way."

"Ha ha! Funniest thing I've seen in years! You've earned my thanks, Hero. I'm sure you'll make many friends in your travels. Perhaps we'll meet again, Hero."

"Right, that's as far as I'm going. This place ain't safe, y'know. The whole town's full o' ghosts. Folks say the poor beggars don't even realize they're dead. Anyway, take care looking for them... Glyphs they're called, right?"