Aerie: Illyria, are you alright? You look a little... lacklustre.

Illyria: Oh, I'm quite fine... mostly. Occasionally I just find it all becomes a little too much...

Aerie: I understand.



(Condition: at night)

Illyria: (Illyria whimpers slightly, her hand fluttering by her side. You can tell she is nervous, but there is something else occuring, and her eyes quickly turn to fright.)

Imoen: (Imoen slowly stretches out her hand, her own eyes fearful. Illyria catches it in her own, and takes a deep breath.)

Imoen: Lyr, are you okay? You... you don't look so good.

Illyria: Well- well enough, Imoen.



Illyria: Keldorn, why did you leave your wife?

Keldorn: If you mean to infer, Lady Illyria, that I-

Illyria: Why did you leave your children?

Keldorn: I can assure you, I did no such thing.

Illyria: Then why are you here?

Keldorn: Because <CHARNAME> needs this old warrior one last time, and I owe <PRO_HIMHER> a great debt. Sometimes, need calls for us to do our duty rather than what we would perhaps like to do.

Keldorn: Maria and the children will be well cared for in my absence; I send them letters when I have the opportunity. I am here of my own free will, and yet I yearn for them from the depth of my heart.

Illyria: You could leave.

Keldorn: I could. But I have a duty to help <CHARNAME>, and stop this war. I do what I must, for those I love. 



Illyria: Ah, the wind is comforting... sharp, and chill upon my skin. I like the way it moves your hair, Cernd.

Cernd: It is wild - uncontrolled. Perhaps that is what attracts you to it, Illyria. Your own turbulance.

Illyria: My- what turbulance?

Cernd: You eyes skim the road, unsure, like the bat in daylight, who cannot see. Your very posture tells me that you are in conflict.

Illyria: I would not delude myself like that, Cernd. You should know that.

Cernd: Perhaps, perhaps not. Nature will run her course, you will find, regardless of what happens to you - you will always be caught in her thrall. And yet, I wonder if what you are becoming is entirely natural.

(If Jaheira inparty) Cernd: Something, whatever it may be, is amiss. Jaheira and I both have noticed this, and conferred - we worry for you.

(else) Cernd: Soemthing, whatever it may be, is amiss. I worry for you, Illyria.



Mazzy: Ah, Illyria, sometimes I wish I could just away and visit the bakery in Trademeet. These - these rations are hardly worth the coin we spend on them!

Illyria: Perhaps we could cook something together, Mazzy? I used to cook with my mother occasionally, and I know several recipes for various elven meals.

Mazzy: Truly? That sounds like a grand idea, Illyria - we could ask <CHARNAME> to buy the ingredients next time <PRO_HESHE> is in a town. What is your favourite food?

Illyria: Freshly baked bread, with butter.

Mazzy: I shall keep my eye out for the necessary ingredients, then, Illyria - and by the way... thank you. It is a long time since I have had someone who appreciates the process of cooking food to travel with! My Patrick could well consume food, but he was a terrible cook, as I recall.

Illyria: I look forward to it, Mazzy.



Korgan: Girl, ye dunnae have yer head screwed on properly! Ye have changed. I dunnae like this new you - ye dunnae care for battle, nor the intricacies of the bloodbath!

Illyria: Leave me be, dwarf. I do not need to hear your damned ramblings!

Korgan: At least ye have spirit, girl - dunnae lose yer edge, or ye'll lose everythin' else as well! Now, off with ye - we have blood to shed, and foes to battle!



Edwin: Keep your hands off my cloak, simian, or you will suffer a fate not many would care to experience. (Does she not know that this cloak is of the finest Thayvian silk?! So delicate and fine, and she has the gall to pull on it? Bah!)

Illyria: I was merely taking a look, Edwin. No need to get up in arms.

Edwin: I will not be the one up in arms when I find my cloak ripped- you will find yourself in the arms of Bigby's Crushing Fist, and will learn the true meaning of 'do not touch!'

Illyria: (Sighs) Edwin, stop being so childish. I was just looking.

Edwin: Whatever you say. (She will learn... oh, she will learn! A small ball of fire will do... if only <CHARNAME> would let me. Fools, they should know not to cross the great Edwin Odesseiron! None do so and survive. If only my mother were here, she would incinerate them!)



Minsc: Minsc and Boo worry for you, Illyria - you are forlorn, and yet there is evil yet to destroy! What worries you?

Illyria: I am changing, Minsc. And I regret that change.

Minsc: Changing? Boo says that Illyria need not change, for she is perfect just as she is!

Illyria: While I appreciate the sentiment, Minsc... this is not a change I can affect. It... oh, I don't know. Something has happened, and I can't change it.

Minsc: And so now you are the one changing.

Illyria: Yes. Change, it seems, will stop for no-one. (She sighs.)



//need to change this somehow so it is more appropriate.
Nalia: Oh, Illyria - Tethyr is so different to Amn, isn't it? And the desert... I would never have expected such ferocity and heat, even though the books-

Illyria: Books do not tell us everything, Nalia.

Nalia: Of course not. But a great deal can be learnt if we study the teaching of others, don't you think? Perhaps even you could learn something from me.

Illyria: And you from me.

Nalia: Well-

Illyria: Do not presume you know all, Nalia. You may be powerful - but you are far from knowledgeable.

Nalia: I am far less naive than I was when I left the Keep! I have learnt so much while travelling, even you could not refute that.

Illyria: No, I could not. You have learnt much, Nalia... but do not be so self assured. There are always those who are more powerful than yourself.

