1- Illyria isn't afraid to show that she'll do whatever it takes to get what she wants
2- Illyria tries to seduce Edwin to benefit from his magic
3- Edwin admires Illyria's ability to transform into a Beholder at will, and expresses his desire to obtain one of her eyestalks. She tells him to go f*** himself
4- Edwina! Yay. Illyria finds the fact that Edwin is in a female body humorous, and makes him feel terribly uncomfortable
5- Edwin remarks on Illyria's strange sense of honour
6- Illyria gets some benefit from Edwin

Illyria:
Edwin, tell me... You are undoubtably a fine wizard, perhaps even rivalling my own mentor, Oralle. What do you seek to gain from travelling with <CHARNAME>?

Edwin:
There is power in <PRO_HISHER> wake. Whatever I seek to do with the opportunities that arise is none of your concern. Stay focused on your role as the party's nuisance, for that is something you seem to comprehend quite well.

Illyria:
I see. Perhaps I was awry in thinking you were a powerful mage, Edwin. Real men do not hide what is theirs to flaunt, and from your spellcasting I had assumed you have much which you could indeed flaunt. Perhaps I was wrong.

Edwin
Indeed, you are mistaken. Do you even realize what you were asking me to flaunt? Real men know what to flaunt and when, and more importantly, what to keep to themselves. Do you share your darkest secrets and schemes with random strangers you distrust? I would not be surprised if you did, though if you do possess a rudimentary fragment of common sense, you would not.

Illyria
There is merit to your words, however little it may be, Edwin. What I do not understand is why you do not use your power to force others to bow down to you, even to worship you! To have such power, it is unthinkable not to use it.

Edwin:
Hmm... I have used such power before, if you must know. Many a servant and concubine served both me and my family for generations. Such power qualifies for a life filled with luxury and riches, not for life of the road. Though it would be amusing, I doubt <CHARNAME> would appreciate a bunch of screaming monkeys chasing after me while we were sneaking our way into a fiercely guarded keep or some such.

Illyria:
But you could use your powers to gain even more prestige than <CHARNAME>! Why do you continue to follow <PRO_HIMHER> on this suicide mission when you could be one of the Zhentarim of Thay!

Edwin:
Because I promised <PRO_HIMHER> one year of service, that time back in Nashkel. Bah, there is so much you do not understand, and I am not prepared to make you. My motives are my own to keep, and that, as they say, is final. Now run along and go play with dye or pink ribbons or whatever it is little girls are fond of.

Illyria:
I am far from a little girl, as you will come to understand, Edwin... but for now, I will leave as you have requested so *very* nicely. You will hear of this anon, my wizard... I will get what I want.





Korgan

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Illyria:
Your fighting style leaves much to be desired, Korgan.

Korgan:
Is that so, girl?

Illyria:
You overextend yourself. You leave yourself open to an enemy's attack simply to give them a more gory death. It is needless!

Korgan:
Needless? The gore is half the fun lass!

Illyria:
Killing an enemy with a single arrow or stroke is preferable to toying with them, and wasting valuable time. I must admit, however, hearing the scream of an enemy as my arrows strike is rather... pleasing.

Korgan:
Now yeh be gettin' it, girl. Tis there anything sweeter then the screams of an enemy. And how do yeh get the screams? By making it gory!

Illyria:
Do you truly believe so? Did you know, one simple spell can agonisingly torture a person for days on end? It is much more satisfying, and less messy.

Korgan:
Hah, well you have yer ways and I have mine, lass.

Illyria:
I suppose so. Perhaps one day I will have to aim for a more gory death to my victims, to see if what you say is true.

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