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Egon

Dialogue (309)

  • What’s this?
  • A peasant? Or a thief?
  • Or a thief?
  • Hm... little difference.
  • A knight? Or a peasant in armor?
  • (sigh)
  • What could you possibly offer me?
  • I am the Grand-Prince, Egon.
  • First in line for the Seat of Mammon.
  • Though meager… I will accept your tribute.
  • But more is required.
  • Your offering is acceptable.
  • But don’t let it be your last.
  • A good start, but I require further tribute.
  • But I require further tribute.
  • What?
  • You should reconsider.
  • While I’ll still allow it.
  • Oh… it’s you again.
  • Tell me, who sent you?
  • Was it the barrister?
  • Or perhaps the chamberlain?
  • It must have been Father.
  • As he says...
  • “A good servant should be seen… not heard.”
  • Though I prefer if you could manage both.
  • Servant?
  • Come. I’ve had company.
  • And they’ve left a mess.
  • Such useless “gifts”
  • Yes, yes, yes… take them away.
  • They call me “Revered.”
  • (laughs) Close enough.
  • They didn’t even know who I am.
  • Or where I hail from.
  • (scoffs) Now where were we?
  • Ahem. Aren’t you forgetting something?
  • Finish cleaning.
  • And then leave me be.
  • Is that all, servant?
  • Get out of my sight.
  • That will do, servant.
  • You’re dismissed.
  • Yes, yes... you did well today.
  • But more is required.
  • Enjoy those “gifts.”
  • Servant! Today is your lucky day.
  • I shall allow you to speak.
  • What news have you of Mammon?
  • Has the rabble been crushed?
  • Speak up. What of my coronation?
  • Is Mammon still… ?
  • Enough.
  • I command you to speak.
  • What news have you of home?
  • Don’t walk away from me!
  • You insolent little worm.
  • Greetings, my servant.
  • I’ve procured a little gift. Just for you.
  • Plenty more back in my palace.
  • Consider it a…
  • Now what have you brought me?
  • Hm. Quality over quantity.
  • My thanks, humble servant.
  • Oh? That’s it?
  • Just… checking.
  • You’re free to go.
  • A substantial contribution.
  • You could go far in my court.
  • Welcome back, my… “friend”.
  • I’ve been thinking of your future.
  • Keep this up and you might earn a title.
  • Land.
  • Even a harem
  • Speak. Tell me of home.
  • Please.
  • I have… misjudged you for the last time.
  • I know who sent you.
  • Why you keep returning
  • You wish to punish me.
  • Is this not punishment enough?
  • I’m forced to hide...
  • And for what?
  • They deserved what they got.
  • Oh!
  • Servant? I have dreadful news.
  • My followers… they’ve… you’ll see.
  • They did this… for me.
  • A tragedy.
  • That poor man was helping… just like you are now.
  • ... just like you are now.
  • Though you have my thanks.
  • I’m afraid it’s no longer safe here.
  • You would be wise to not return.
  • You’ve returned?
  • Loyal to the bitter end, hm?
  • Yes, yes, yes. Fill it up.
  • Oh, that... that's all?
  • Very well.
  • Good enough. For now.
  • A… suitable contribution.
  • You shouldn't be here.
  • And yet… here you are.
  • What’s this?
  • (scoffs) A brilliant forgery.
  • Did you make it?
  • Oh, don’t pity me.
  • You’ll spoil the tribute.
  • What? You really believe it?
  • Begone! And do not return.
  • I grow weary of your company.
  • You made it back.
  • Must have sweet-talked your way in.
  • Let me ask you.
  • What are a few peasant lives compared to a single noble?
  • ... compared to a single noble?
  • I’ll take your silence as agreement.
  • Now leave me in peace.
  • My humble servant.
  • I have a… request.
  • Stop feeding me.
  • Or better yet poison me.
  • Little by little.
  • Or all at once.
  • Whatever you do…
  • It can’t be worse than what’s coming.
  • (sigh)
  • I thought we agreed you wouldn’t return.
  • It’s not safe here.
  • Fine. Carry on.
  • Well, if you insist.
  • Yes, yes. Let’s see your so-called “tribute.”
  • I hope you’re not expecting gratitude.
  • Now it's best you be on your way.
  • Are we done here?
  • Good.
  • Servant, do you want the truth?
  • About the massacre?
  • If I could…
  • I’d do it all over again.
  • I’d butcher them all.
  • At least here…
  • With you and your tributes...
  • I’m my own lord. I’m free from Father.
  • Welcome back… my humble servant.
  • … my humble servant.
  • Is ... is this it?
  • (sigh) I suppose not.
  • Yes, yes! That looks promising.
  • Thank you… for the kindness.
  • Is that…?
  • Lazlo!
  • Come here, Cousin.
  • I thought you were dead.
  • Or worse.
  • Now what have you brought?
  • That’s it? After all this time.
  • (chuckles) I jest.
  • Lighten up, Cousin.
  • Cousin! Ignore the servants.
  • They’re… well, you’ll see.
  • Now…
  • I must be exquisitely corpulent
  • for my triumphant return.
  • You made a promise.
  • An oath. Don’t forget it.
  • Welcome, Cousin.
  • Take a seat. Enjoy the feast.
  • We’ll depart soon enough.
  • But first…
  • I procured a few of your favorites.
  • Though sadly no banquet troughs.
  • Every day could be like this, Cousin.
  • But even better.
  • Once we return home.
  • What? No time for festivities?
  • A shame, but very well.
  • I’ll remember this.
  • And all you did for me.
  • Even when I’m the High Lord of Mammon.
  • Cousin, come!
  • It’s time we depart.
  • What are you waiting for?
  • Free me at once.
  • Enough!
  • As the rightful heir to the Seat of Mammon
  • I command you, Lazlo!
  • Come back here!
  • You’ve returned.
  • (sigh) Why?
  • Is this… what? Pity? Revenge?
  • No. You think you’re helping me?
  • It’s a test—isn’t it?
  • Father put you up to this.
  • Very clever.
  • Well, well… Cousin.
  • Look what the servants found.
  • Remember when I took that from you?
  • I was… an ass back then.
  • I’ve had a lot of time to think.
  • Locked away like this.
  • You have my sincere thanks.
  • Perhaps father was right?
  • This has been “for my own good.”
  • Welcome back, Cousin.
  • I’ve been thinking long and hard.
  • I’ve decided to…
  • … extend my stay.
  • And to open my doors to all!
  • Mammon can wait.
  • Think of all I could learn here.
  • With your aid of course.
  • Cousin! I’ve had another revelation.
  • These peasants they’re…
  • … lazy, unsophisticated, and…
  • And yet they bring me gifts.
  • Just as you do.
  • They want, no, need to be ruled!
  • Perhaps a firm hand is unneeded?
  • Cousin, I require your counsel.
  • I have here, a thief, caught red-handed.
  • Usually, I would simply execute him.
  • But perhaps you see another way?
  • M’lord, I’m sorry.
  • I was half-starved, wasn't thinkin’ straight.
  • It won’t happen again.
  • A fitting verdict.
  • What else would prevent banditry?
  • Hm. Mercy?
  • Will this not encourage banditry?
  • I will think on your judgment.
  • It seems my instincts are correct.
  • Perhaps it will garner goodwill?
  • If you’re unable or unwilling, don’t worry.
  • I will handle matters.
  • Of course, your tribute, as always, is appreciated.
  • No matter how small.
  • Especially, one so generous.
  • This is perfectly adequate. Thank you.
  • We have a problem, cousin.
  • They’re spreading slander and lies.
  • I’m to blame for the “Peasants Revolt”?
  • They threw literal shit at me.
  • They gave me no choice.
  • You were there, too.
  • And yet father sent me away.
  • That’s why you’re here.
  • You feel… guilt.
  • You have blood on your hands, too.
  • And yet you walk freely.
  • Cousin…
  • I must request a favor.
  • For the journey head.
  • Please, return home.
  • Speak with Father on my behalf.
  • I can manage. I promise.
  • Go and tell him what you’ve seen.
  • How I’ve… matured.
  • Cousin?
  • You’re back already?
  • Do you bear news?
  • Or… merely tribute?
  • I’m grateful, of course.
  • But I need you to get word to Father.
  • Is it… ? Cousin! Come.
  • What news do you bring?
  • What’s this?
  • I am to be… executed?
  • You… you did this.
  • Don’t play dumb.
  • You turned Father against me.
  • Why?
  • All because of a few dead peasants?
  • Lazlo! Answer me.
  • I deserve that at least.
  • Begone
  • Well… the oathbreaker returns.
  • Must we keep up the charade?
  • You have treason in your blood.
  • If you insist…
  • But you may regret it.
  • Do you know why my father spared you?
  • Despite your family’s treason.
  • It’s not because you were a child.
  • No, it was me.
  • I wanted a brother.
  • And look where that got me.
  • Well, well, you bested my guard.
  • Father trained you well.
  • He was hard on you.
  • Cruel sometimes.
  • But me? He barely looked at me.
  • He let the servants raise me.
  • What did he expect?
  • (groans) You win, Lazlo.
  • Why don't you just end this?
  • Strike me down.
  • Or slip something in my chalice.
  • Just… don’t let Father find me.
  • You know what he’ll do.
  • Please.
  • Oh… it’s you.
  • Shall we?
  • Is this it?
  • I suppose not.
  • Don’t hold back.
  • A fitting tribute. Thank you… Cousin.
  • ... like a common criminal.
  • ... token of appreciation.

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