Vainty: Though, if you’re so noble, you should look to your own Templar. They’re much more to blame.
Vainty: I hear they’ve been working on something very naughty.
Vainty: Something that requires the number of bodies only a war can generate.
Vainty: Something to do with the Masks. Not masks like mine. The Masks.
Vainty: Those otherworldly beings. My idols.
Keiren: Well, now I know you’re just making stuff up.
Keiren: I’ll take you to Reni after I find Adira.
Vainty: But you already have—
FWOOMPH!
Keiren: Eh?!
Vainty: Uh oh. I think that's the explosives they set up.
CRACK CRACK CRACKLE
Vainty: W-we should probably—
Keiren: Get down!
BOOM!
Keiren: Gah!
Vainty: Wah!
Keiren: Eurgh...
RUMBLE RUMBLE
Vainty: Wow, you tried to sheild me too? You really did mean all that stuff about Keidran, huh? Or maybe you just did it to make sure I was alive to talk.
Vainty: Either way, it looiks to me like you're bleeding out in a burning tavern now, hero boy.
Vainty: Don't worry. You'll see Adira again very soo—
