The Radiant Hero/Script

Opening

 * Avatar: I stand corrected. It seems the rumors of a hidden village were true...
 * Chrom: Indeed. But could a descendant of the Radiant Hero truly reside here? I still have my doubts.
 * Avatar: What all do you know about this Radiant Hero, anyway?
 * Chrom: Only what the legends tell—that he's an unparalleled warrior from another world. They say he felled thousands with a divine blade blessed by Ashera herself.
 * Avatar: Interesting. Then if his descendant exists and possesses even a tenth of his skill...
 * Chrom: Exactly. Strength like that could be of great use to us.
 * Priam: This assumes he would even fight for you. A bold assumption, that.
 * Avatar: Wha—?! When did you...?
 * Chrom: Who are you?
 * Priam: I'm Priam. ...The hypothetical descendant you were just going on about.
 * Chrom: What? Well met, then! I'm Chrom, of Ylisse. I apologize if I sounded presumptuous. Though I see I was clearly correct in my assumptions about your strength...
 * Priam: Flattery is cheap, friend. Very cheap. So, to what do I owe the honor? A royal's come all this way just to enlist me?
 * Chrom: Yes, actually.
 * Priam: Interesting. But I've little interest in following someone else's orders. ...Unless they're handed down by a man who can fight for himself.
 * Chrom: And if I prove I'm such a man?
 * Priam: Prove it and see.
 * Chrom: Heh. Right to the point, I see. ...I think I like you already. Very well. I accept!

Engaging Priam

 * Priam: Heh. I'm impressed. Now show me what you're made of! (with any unit)


 * Priam: Heh... Y-you're good... (upon defeat)

After Battle

 * Priam: Seems I've been a big fish in a small pond for too long. It's time I saw the open sea again. Sign me up.
 * Chrom: Excellent. And welcome aboard.
 * Knight: Y-you're leaving us, Priam? But we'll be adrift without you! You were the inspiration of every man here! ...And a true friend.
 * Chrom: That man wears a Valmese knight's armor. And there's a Feroxi swordsman. I also see one of Ylisse's pegasus knights. ...And is that a Plegian wyvern rider?! You've a small army here, Priam! How did this happen?
 * Priam: They came to challenge me and never left.
 * Knight: We'll not hold you back, Priam. This world has need of men like you. But do us the honor of one last match before you set sail!
 * Priam: Ha ha! All right, you're on! ...Er, sorry, Chrom. I'll try to make this quick.
 * Chrom: He actually means to challenge them all. Regardless of skill or the crest they bear, he treats them as peers. Despite the violence, I can see a kind of peace in it. ...A brotherhood. Perhaps he'll help us craft a world where this is the only sort of fighting left.