NPC
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.