Just a bit more and it'll be within my grasp!

You're my daughter! How can you be so dull?!

Dragon Wizards, you will be ours!

Thanks to that, we've obtained one of the keys needed to unlock the seal.

However, all the more for me...

made the world its hunting ground, trampling the weak and dominating the land as if it were its owner, four hundred years have passed.

It was actually the former palace, and the Eastern Federation rebuilt it.

My master, my lord, I, Jibril, member of the Council of 18 Wings of the Exceed Rank 6 Flugel, offer everything I have to you.

Now ends this tale, my eternity be damned!

Riiight. Well, tell anyone who cares we will win this war, because Radovid is mad, as everyone knows, and we've an extraordinarily well-drilled and well-supplied army.

That's right! My grandfather used to tell stories about the Dragonborn.

Fucking corpo bastards. They came in like they owned the place! Fanned out, secured the area, then cordially invited me here and locked me inside.

And then there's a tiny problem with a giant attacking our supply caravans. A giant! As if I didn't have enough to deal with.

You're already mine, Karliah. Your terms were struck long ago. What could you possibly offer me now?

Listen well, friend, and lighten your mood while words I'll spin of warriors bold, whose deeds of valor brought undying fame.