(sarcastically) Yes, Elan. I'm sure we'll have a chance to nip out and do some antiquing right between our trial and our execution.

(resigned) **sigh** Looks like another all-nighter.

(during an imagined conversation with his late father) Oh I can hear what you're saying, Dad. "Oh, so you really became a fighter just because you wanted the glory, then?" No, Dad, as usual, you've missed the point. I went to Fighter College because I wanted to help people. To protect the weak and— (moment of realisation) The weak.  Oh gods. Elan! Am I really so intent on wallowing in my own self-pity that I'm willing to cast a helpless innocent to those thieves? What is wrong with me? I'm a disgrace to my alignment! Well, that's going to change now. Thanks for setting me straight, Dad. I'm gonna pack up my gear and go rescue Elan! (Durkon runs part screaming) I'm gonna pack up my gear and go rescue the entire rest of the party! 

(angry) Wait. Wait right there.  You knew - KNEW - that the whole thing was an accident, and you sent that bitch to drag us back here in chains?

(enraged) Oh, that is IT! 

**miscellaneous battle sounds, any other lines from the comic or anything you think would fit**