Rival Bands/Script

Panne

 * Panne: "That scent… It smells like… Ho! You there!"
 * Yarne: "Gyah! Wh-what do you want?!"
 * Panne: "You are a taguel."
 * Yarne: "Yeah, well so are— GODS! M-Mother?!"
 * Panne: "Mother?"
 * Yarne: "Gah, you nearly gave me heart failure! I'd given up on EVER finding you! You wouldn't believe how dangerous it is here. All these swords and brigands… Anyway, I've found you. That makes the trip back in time more than worth it."
 * Panne: "So you came with that man-spawn Lucina, did you? Hmm… Explain to me why my son consorts with common thugs?"
 * Yarne: "Huh? H-hey, I didn't have a choice in the matter! You were nowhere to be found, and roaming around alone is a recipe for… extinction. I'd figure I'd be safe if I took up with some strong allies, and so I… Wait, are you angry? Because you look kind of ang—"
 * Panne: "OF COURSE I AM ANGRY! No son of mine will survive by taking the path of the coward! You're coming with me, I'm going to teach you some taguel pride, starting right now!"

Chrom

 * Chrom: "You there! Hold!"
 * Yarne: "Gyah! D-don't surprise me like that! I could die of heart failure!"
 * Chrom: "…I was standing right in front of you. Ought I have waved first, or would that have been too threatening?"
 * Yarne: "Oh, aren't we the jester! People die from much lesser things you know. It's no laughing matter! What if you scare me and I trip and fall and cut my head open? What then?!"
 * Chrom: "Er…right. Look, if you're so worried about death, maybe you should just surrender. I have no desire to spill unnecessary blood."
 * Yarne: "Wait, surrender is an option?! Wh-why didn't you say so?!"


 * Dalen: "I'll send your fat men and their fat-man armour sailing through the sky!"
 * Gyral: "Horse and rider both will be red smears across our shields!"