Marauders/Conversations

Villagers

Man: Hey, did you hear? The Imperial Army is requesting Crimea's assistance.
Youth: Yeah, I heard! I also heard that the messenger treated our queen with no respect at all! Who do they think they are!?
Lady: Shhh! Not so loud! Begnion is ruled by the apostle. They helped us when Daein invaded. It's only right that we pay back the favor by coming to their aid.
Man: But Begnion is fighting the beast tribes of Gallia. Why would we fight Gallia? The beast tribes helped us rebuild Crimea. Youth: That's true, but come on! Think about it. Who would you rather side with? A land of beorc, or the land of sub...laguz? The answer's as plain as day. We side with the beorc.
Man: Hmmm... You have a point.
Youth: I'd choose Gallia over Begnion.
Lady: Really?
Youth: But why?
Youth: The people of Gallia helped us rebuild the village, even though we're beorc. They even repaired the road to the farm that's up on the mountain. That wasn't an easy job, either.
Lady: Yes, I remember. What was his name... Mordecai? He was strong, yet very kind. He looked frightening at first, but the children in the village loved to play with him. He was a wonderful man.
Man: If the queen decides to answer Begnion's request for troops, we'd have to fight Gallia. How terrible would that be?
Youth: That's war, isn't it?
Man: Yes. I suppose it is, at that.
Lady: Hmm.
Youth: I wish we didn't have to fight anyone at all.

Calill's Shop

Calill: It's been one thing after another. First, the civil unrest, then the imperial invasion. I'm so sick of hearing about all of it.
Makalov: You and me both. I figured I'd be able to get in some me time now that Crimea's peaceful again. Get a card game started or something...
Largo: You're a Royal Knight. If the queen decides you should go sweep away ten or a hundred imperial soldiers, you should probably go do it.
Makalov: Yeah... We've been ordered to mobilize, and I can't think of any excuse to get out of it. Maybe I could pretend to be dead. Any ideas, Amy?
Amy: Don't make General Geoffrey mad! You're a Royal Knight! You better follow his orders!
Makalov: Amy! You're supposed to HELP me! She's obviously been spending way too much time with you, Calill.
Calill: Well of course, you twit! All right, Makalov. It's time for you to pay up and go.
Makalov: What!? But... I think my stomach's acting funny...
???: That's enough, you layabout!

(Marcia arrives, Calill and Amy exit the scene)

Makalov: Oh. Hi, Marcia. Don't surprise me like that!
Marcia: Makalov! I knew I'd find you here, slacker! You're making the whole squad wait for you! Hurry up and head back!
Makalov: I don't know about all this. Fighting the Imperial Army means fighting my old comrades. I don't wanna fight my old friends. You know what I mean?
Marcia: ...I think I see. You owe them money, don't you? Isn't that the real reason why you don't want to see them, cheese breath?
Makalov: W-when did you learn to read minds like the herons!?
Marcia: I can't, you spineless sea cucumber! It's just so typical of you that I guessed!

(Astrid arrives)

Astrid: Marcia, please. That's quite enough.
Marcia: But, Astrid! It's despicable!
Astrid: Look at how calm Sir Makalov is. He never gets irritated or upset. It's the mark of a true knight. A good knight must know how to keep his cool on the battlefield.
Marcia: Um. But...we're in a bar.
Astrid: Oh, I hope to be as good a knight as Sir Makalov one day! How I dream of that day!
Makalov: Heh.
Marcia: I don't believe this.
Makalov: ...You don't wanna end up like me, baby.
Marcia: Oh, I completely agree! Who'd want to end up a clown-haired chowderhead?
Astrid: The love you two have for each other is so wonderful. I wish I had a sibling!
Makalov: Uh, sure...
Marcia: I'll sell him to you. Cheap.

Elincia

Elincia: Geoffrey. Please take this with you.
Geoffrey: Why...this is a master crown! I am honored, Your Majesty. I will cherish it.
Elincia: I have been asking you to fight difficult battles against terrible odds.
Geoffrey: Your Majesty, allow me to reiterate: that is exactly what I wish. No matter the task, and no matter the odds, I can only succeed at it so long as you depend on me. I am yours entirely, Your Majesty.
Elincia: I shall take those words to heart. Geoffrey of Delbray, you are truly my finest and most faithful knight.
Geoffrey: Thank you, Your Majesty.

(You got a Master Crown.)

Lucia

Lucia: Here are the war funds. Remember, Geoffrey. You will face the Imperial Army. Should there be a conflict, you must not be caught unprepared.
Geoffrey: I shall be prepared, Lucia.

(Got 10000 gold.)