My name is Argath, a knight in His Excellency the marquis Elmdore (mar-key Elm-door) de Limberry's household. Well, truth be told, I am a knight apprentice. As are you, if I'm not mistaken.

[solemnly recounting his family's history]

My own house was once respected as highly as House Beoulve (Bay-oolve), you know. At least, until my grandfather was captured during the war. He turned traitor, thinking to buy his freedom with the lives of his friends. But his freedom scarce outlived his honor. He was not a dozen paces out their gate when the dagger found his back. Killed by some common squire, no more a knight than I.

[egging his comrade on to finish an enemy]

Do it, Ramza! She fights as a Corpse. Let her become one for true! She's a foe and a traitor - an enemy of House Beoulve! The world has no place for such wretches. Her claim to life is forfeit! Spare her now, and you place your seal on the warrants for our own deaths! It's her or us, Ramza! Strike her down!