Priscilla: Who art thou? One of us, thou art not.
C. Undead: Well nice deduction there sweet cheeks.
Priscilla: This land is peaceful, its inhabitants kind, but thou dost not belong.
C. Undead: I think there's a conflict of opinion there. Ya know, I just wanna go home.
Priscilla: Plunge down from the plank, and hurry home.
C. Undead: Ah. Okay *walks on*
Priscilla: ... *coils tail at C. Undead*
C. Undead: H-Hey! Whaddaya doin' lady?
Priscilla: It gets lonely in Ariamis... Would thou stay a while?
C. Undead: Now why would I care and why would I do that?
Priscilla: This one needs company. Would thou oblige to the plight of this one?
C. Undead: Ah! Um! I guess a while wouldn't hurt...