(Commanding) Very well. Get these humans out of our city, before they bring ruin on us all. And I'd caution you remember your mother's fate. She was an idealist, too.

Your zealot race thinks so highly of itself that it would tell us how to govern ourselves, when your father, the Duke, cannot even muster the support of his own countrymen. You dream of a United Esseriel, but humanity cannot unite itself. There are not even informal peace talks between the human colony in Northport and the kingdom to the South.

(Aggressive) There should be more of them, shouldn't there? Where is the Prince? The Son of the Mad King of Pipetown? (Angry) Where is the fool who unleashed this horror upon our people?!