The Great Advance/Conversations

Ranulf

Ranulf: Sigh...
Ike: Are you all right? You look distracted.
Ranulf: Hmm? Oh, it's nothing. Don't worry about me.
Ike: Ranulf, you know you can talk to me.
Ranulf: Sigh. It's just... I feel bad about this whole thing, you know?
Ike: I'm not sure I understand what you mean.
Ranulf: I've pulled you beorc into laguz affairs. It's not exactly your problem, you know?
Ike: Listen. You offered me a job, and I decided to take the contract. It's as simple as that. I told the others they could leave if they didn't want to work with laguz, but everybody decided they'd rather stay. Don't worry about it, Ranulf.
Ranulf: What about the Black Knight? Are you going to abandon your search?
Ike: Yeah, at least for now. I figure that if he's still alive, our paths will cross again. There's no rush.
Ranulf: Hmm... Yeah, I guess you're right. No point in dwelling on things I can't change, right? Thanks, Ike.
Ike: Hey, no problem. Anything to keep you from moping around like a sullen kid!
Ranulf: Fair enough. Besides, I've had this nagging headache ever since I left Gallia with that hotheaded lion...
Ike: Do you mean General Skrimir?
Ranulf: That's the one. Skrimir is King Caineghis's nephew, and is on track to become the next king of Gallia.
Ike: He's the successor to Caineghis. He must be an absolute terror in battle.
Ranulf: Absolutely. He's so powerful, I think he's gonna get himself in trouble. And... He's the reason for my headache.
Ike: You need a sympathetic ear about that, too?
Ranulf: Thanks, Ike. But I'll tell you about it some other time. Let's eat and catch some shut-eye before we set off for battle tonight.
Ike: All right.
Ranulf: See you at dinner.

(Ranulf leaves)

Ike: Hey, Ranulf!

(Ranulf returns)

Ranulf: Yeah?
Ike: You can come talk to me anytime you want. Don't think you're alone in all this.
Ranulf: Heh... What are you, an inquisitor?
Ike: A guy's got to do something between battles. Talk to you later.
Ranulf: ...

Mist

Ike: To be honest, I didn't want you to come along on this mission.
Mist: Really? Well, it's not like you could have stopped me, even if you wanted to. Ranulf is my friend too, you know!
Ike: Come on, Mist. I--
Mist: Ike! I'm not going to repeat the same mistake I made with Dad! I don't want you to die while I...while I'm somewhere else. It was horrible... It ate me up from the inside. I'm never going through something like that ever again.
Ike: Mist...
Mist: Everyone in the Greil Mercenaries is part of a family. We all follow the commander, no matter what. We'll live together, fight together, and die together. Right, Ike?
Ike: ...All right. But promise me this. When we're out on the battlefield, stay where I can see you. It'll put my mind at ease.
Mist: I promise, Ike.

Skrimir

Skrimir: Ah! Ike, beorc hero! How are you?
Ike: Pretty good.
Skrimir: Giffca and Ranulf told me about you. You are a skilled warrior, right?
Ike: Well...I don't think I'm a pushover. I'll say that much.
Skrimir: Don't be humble! My uncle... Er, my king also told me about you. "Observe Ike and learn his skills. Then you shall become even stronger."
Ike: King Caineghis said that?
Skrimir: He did. I am eager to watch you in battle. You can learn from me, as well.
Ike: I intend to.
Skrimir: Lions are the strongest of the beast tribe, and I have been trained to fight by the king himself. I was going to fight in the Mad King's War, but my uncle forbade it. He said I still had much to learn. But now my time has come, and you will see the true might of the beasts!

Feast or Famine

Titania: ...So, what do you think?
Mordecai: Ahh! These are all the favorite foods of the beast tribe. They will be happy.
Lethe: Oscar, you're a chef?
Oscar: That's right.
Lethe: Hah! Great! I can't wait to see the looks on all their faces when they learn that a beorc made all this delicious food!
Oscar: Aww, stop it. You're embarrassing me!
Titania: But it's true! Where did you learn all this, Oscar? You should start teaching classes.
Mordecai: Yes, your food very good! So good, it will be eaten very quickly.
Oscar: Really? Hmm. Do you think I should make more?
Lethe: Us beasts have a healthy appetite, of course. On top of that, we have General Skrimir and Ike. ...Yeah. I'd be surprised if what's here lasted past those two, much less a whole pack of laguz.
Titania: Tsk, you're exaggerating! Ike is a beorc. He couldn't possibly eat as much as someone from the beast tribe. Well, maybe he would. Actually... He most definitely would.
Oscar: Yeah. Especially the ribs and steaks.
Lethe: Mordecai. How about we go hunt for more game?
Mordecai: Right!

(Lethe and Mordecai leave)

Oscar: There probably aren't enough herbs to flavor everything. I'll go get more.
Titania: My. We might need to harvest an entire mountain.