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

Illyria:
Oh, I am fine. Occasionally I just find it all becomes a little too much. (sigh)

Aerie:
I understand. Here...

(Aerie casts a healing spell)

Illyria:
Thank you, Aerie - though I was not speaking of that kind of tiredness.

Aerie:
I know. I just thought you could use a little healing, Illyria. I just hope it helped.

Illyria:
Do not worry, it did. Come, let us continue... we have long to go yet.



Condition: at night)

Illyria:
(whimper) I-it is so dark... and the moon is yet to show...

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

Illyria:
I-Imoen? Oh... I am okay. Missing the moon, I suppose.

Imoen:
C'mere and give me a hug. I think we could both use one, tonight.




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

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

Illyria:
You need not. I am fine.

Cernd:
I am not so convinced.



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 touch 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: 
(sigh) 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.



Nalia: Oh, Illyria - the Underdark is so different from the surface world, isn't it? And the cities... I would never have expected such frightening beauty, 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.
