The Radiant Hero/Script

Paralogue 23: The Radiant Hero

Robin: 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!

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

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.