==NPC Banters==

==Jaheira==

===Banter 1===

*Jaheira: I have noticed that whenever I come near to you you move away and busy yourself with some mundane task, Illyria. You are avoiding me. Why?

*Illyria: Because you... you frighten me, to be honest, Jaheira. Whenever you come near, I feel you watching me, analyzing my every move to try to find out if I will throw out the balance. 

*Jaheira: Ah, I see. I suppose I watch you to discern whether you will be an asset or a bane to this party. So far you have proved to be an asset, but I sense something amiss with you which concerns me.

*Illyria: I... I know. It's just that your gaze is a bit unnerving - it feels as though you're constantly judging me. 

*Jaheira: You have nothing to fear from me, Illyria, I am simply concerned with the well-being of the group.

==Aerie==

===Banter 1===
*Illyria: Aerie, what was it like to be in the circus?

*Aerie: I...it was hard there. Some of the performers were so full of hatred, they would taunt me about my... my wings..

*Aerie: They would tease me, call me names. Uncle Quayle was all I had.

*Aerie: If it weren't for him, I... I don't know what I would have done...

*Illyria: 

===Banter 2===
*Illyria: Aerie, I'm so sorry.. sometimes I just blurt things out without thinking about it. 
              
*Aerie: Oh, it's fine Illyria.
              
*Illyria: I'm still sorry, though.. (she laughs) I remember once when mother.. (she pauses, a strange look on her face)
              
*Aerie: What's wrong?
              
*Illyria:I.. I remember.. No, I must be imagining it... I.. I just need some rest is all.. 
              
*Korgan: Righto, lassie.. so, when be we carting her off to Spellhold?
              
*Aerie: Korgan, thats not funny! 
              
*Korgan: Ye think so lass? Well I be saying 'tis very funny. An there don't seem to be a thing ye can do about it.

*Illyria: Aerie! I remember something.. I remember something!

*Aerie: You do? What is it?

*Illyria: There is a table, and a woman sitting there... she is scolding me for eating the bread (she laughs). Oh Aerie, this is wonderful! (she pulls Aerie into a hug and grins gleefully)

*Aerie: (Aerie struggles slightly at the physical contact before awkwardly patting Illyria's back)
              
*Illyria: Oh, I'm sorry! I hope I didn't hurt you (she lets go and grins) 
              
*Aerie: I..it's fine. I'm happy for you Illyria (she smiles)
              
*Illyria: Thankyou.. well, we better get going - we're not getting anywhere just standing here. 

==Korgan==

===Banter 1===
*Illyria: ..woah, I think I better sit down.. I feel a bit dizzy..
              
*Korgan: Hah! What's the matter girl? Can't keep up?
              
*Korgan: Shall I run ye a bath and rub yer fancy feet?

*Illyria:Far from it, dwarf, my head just feels strange is all. And I don't think I'm the one in need of a bath, Korgan. You smell like the nine hells.. 
              
*Korgan: Hah! I may smell of the earth, but yeh reek of the vile flowers and mamby pamby woodland creatures that yeh protect so diligently

*Illyria: Which is INFINITELY preferable to smelling like a horse. Wash. Soon. Please.
              
*Korgan: Hah! I thought you female elves would be used to the smell of a stallion, especially when he's been working up a sweat.
              
*Illyria: Urgh.. Stupid dwarf.. (she turns away, grumbling). Can we go now, PLEASE?!

===Banter 2===
*Korgan: Ye are so lucky lass! With an inflated face and so many eyes sticking from it, ye can watch yer rear as well as yer front. I have to admit, tis’?a great advantage in battle.
              
*Illyria: Thankyou, I think. It does have its downsides, Korgan, as much as it may be an asset in battle. Having this.. *thing*.. inside me.. it isn't natural. I don't think I'll ever get used to it.

*Illyria: Battle is more than simply killing the enemy, as well. Courage, prowess, and skill in battle are the true values of battle.
              
*Korgan:  And I shall keep ye true to yer words. If I ever see ye flee in battle, mind me throwing axe, the *pop* and *ye* deflating into a muddy beholder puddle. 

*Illyria: I rather doubt that.. I can move remarkably fast in my other form when I want to, but I will watch out for 'rogue' axes coming from your general direction. If an axe hits me.. I think retribution would be swift, Korgan, regardless of the thrower.
              
*Korgan: Do as ye wish, *eyeball*. I think me arms would tire before I could chop all those wobbly lumps swelling on yer head.

*Illyria: I think your short stature would indeed detract from your ability to reach my eyes, Korgan.. And I agree - you WOULD tire rather quickly!
              
*Korgan: Well, ye don't seem to have any eyes in yerarse, do ye? Tis’?the first spot, ye'd better check forme axe though!
              
*Illyria: Uh..huh.

===Banter 3===

*Illyria: Korgan, I'd appreciate it if you refrained from staring at my breasts. It's getting disturbing.

*Korgan: I be not starin' at yer breasts, ye long limbed pansy, I be starin' at yer necklace! It looks to be worth a pretty penny, an' I have half a mind ta relieve yer pretty neck of it! Or I could just lop yer head off with me axe, either way.

*Illyria: Trust me, dwarf, I would get rid of it if I could, but it seems to want to stay there. And even if I could take it off, I wouldn't be giving it to the likes of you!

*Korgan: Och, perhaps not, but yer breasts be moderately interestin' anyways!

*Illyria: ... Hey! You said you weren't staring at my breasts you ugly dwarven lump!

*Korgan: Har har, no one ever said I didn't lie!

*Illyria: ARGH!

==Edwin==

===Banter 1===
(CONDITION: transformed into a Beholder)

*Illyria: Edwin.. would you stop staring at me? I mean, really, I'm not some experiment to be goggled at in a zoo.

*Edwin: Well, now my dear. I just can't help but look at your beautiful transformation (Hmm...... One of these eyes will have to do, there's so many to choose from though). You do it was such beauty, grace and ease. (yes, I think that one will do nicely) I can't help but stare at you in awe.

*Illyria: Edwin, you are *really* creeping me out now.. who are you talking to?!

*Edwin: What! Me talk to myself? Never, I'm outraged you would even consider such a thing (I think she might be onto us).

===Banter 2===
(CONDITION: transformed into a Beholder)

*Edwin:(Now, Just a little closer)

*Illyria: Edwin! What are you doing! 

*Edwin: Eh!? Uh... Just admiring this wonderful eye stalk you have here. (Wonderful indeed, now how do I remove the damn thing!)

*Illyria: You do realise that I can *see* from this "wonderful" stalk here don't you?!

*Edwin: Oh, yes... umm... of course. (and what big eyes you have, my dear).

*Illyria: All the better to watch you with, Edwin.

*Edwin: What!? 	How Did you?! Why, yes... Of course. My apologies.


==Viconia==

===Banter 1===
*Illyria: Viconia.. what was it like to grow up in Drow society?
              
*Viconia: You would like to know the inner workings of Drow society? You, an elf who is barely past her adolescence? Pah! Do you not know that the Drow are sworn enemies of the Surface Elves, Illyria?
              
*Illyria: I.. of course I do, Viconia. I have always been interested by Drow culture, however.. as much as it disturbs me. I would like to know.. more, about it.
              
*Viconia: You are an odd surface elf, are you not? Your request is quaint, yet rather amusing. Why even bother asking, elg'caress?
              
*Illyria: I.. I am not like other elves, Viconia. You of all people should know this. I find Drow culture fascinating.. morbid, but fascinating.
              
*Viconia: Is that so? They say curiosity killed the cat. However, I will devulge some details of our ways to you, unworthy one.
              
*Illyria: Really? Thankyou, Viconia.
              
*Viconia: Hah, do not thank me, half blood, until you have heard what I have to say.
              
*Illyria: Well.. I thank you anyway. Can you tell me ab-

*Viconia: I did not say it was for you to ask - I will tell you if and when and how I feel like. Do not pester me for information. 

==Minsc==

===Banter 1===

*Minsc: Boo tells me you are sad, Illyria.

*Illyria: I.. I'm a little afraid of what might happen to me. Every now and then I have such violent thoughts, foreign thoughts. (she sighs) I suppose <CHARNAME> would know what that feels like... It's just so strange, you know?

*Minsc: Evil creeps insidiously into our minds and poisons our thoughts! Well..this is what Boo says. I do not understand it myself but Boo is never wrong! Especially on matters of evil!

*Illyria: Hehe, he sure is. Oh, Minsc, I just don't know what to do... It's so confusing. What do you think?

*Minsc: I think we should go out and put our heels into the righteous task of slaying evil! And we should... ah, Boo is telling me to be quiet.

*Minsc: Boo says you should wait and see what happens. Minsc thinks the righteous butt-kicking of evil will do the trick, but Boo says that although it is a good idea, it will not work. Minsc is not really understanding the problem, but he will do what Boo says, for Boo is very wise.

*Illyria: Thanks Minsc. And Boo! (she hugs Minsc and smiles)

*Minsc: Ah, Boo, we have made Illyria smile! Let us go back to fighting evil!

*Illyria: Hehe...


===Banter 2===
''Okies, basically I though that maybe a little flirt between Illyria and Minsc could be added simply because Minsc appears to be so nice and sweet towards Illyria. I wasn't really thinking anything more then that, perhaps one or two more for conversation purposes. Unless it clashes with anything else of course. -Sent''

*Illyria: Minsc, I have to ask. You treat Boo so well, I mean you feed him, you talk to him and you allow him to clime all through your backpack without supervision. Do you treat all living creatures in such a way?

*Minsc: Of course! I treat all living things the way I treat my Boo, unless of course they deserve a good buttkicking!

*Illyria: Hehe, I see. So Boo doesn't get jealous, then?

*Minsc: Boo would never do such a thing. Minsc and Boo will be together until the end, and even beyond!

*Minsc: Boo thinks you worry too much for others, Illyria. He also thinks you should perhaps work on your own problems - as plentiful as they seem to be, they will one day stop and you shall be free to fight evil!

*Illyria: Perhaps... Perhaps Boo is right. We'll see. Minsc, what would I do without you? (she smiles).

*Minsc: Aah, Illyria, <CHARNAME>, Boo and Minsc, such sights are reserved for the evils we shall face!

*Illyria: Hehe, thats right Minsc.

==Jan==

===Banter 1===

*Jan: You know, Illyria, my Uncle, Uncle Smarmy Jangletoes that is, once dated a Beholder. He made us call her Aunty Bertha. Now, I personally had nothing against Aunty Bertha, but she wasn't a particularly nice Beholder. But Uncle Smarmy was happy and that was all that really mattered, I suppose. The big problem was when they decided to get married, you see there were some problems with wedding guests going missing.

*Illyria: I... see. Not *all* Beholders are bad, you know... in fact-

*Jan:Yes well, so did Aunt Bertha, all those eyes, as I'm sure you know. You know she could spot me stealing turnips from her garden at 100 paces? Amazing.

*Illyria: Really, well, thats quite-

*Jan: Interesting? Yes, I know. Now the most interesting part was her breath. The breath of that woman, and I use that term loosely, could have stripped the shell from an Ankheg, which is exactly what happened during the wedding. Someone had brought an ankheg shell as a wedding present for the happy couple but they had forgotten to remove the Ankheg first. So there we were in in the middle of the ceremony when all of a sudden up pops an Ankheg and devours the priest!

*Illyria: Ouch. Jan, do you think we could, you know, start moving, because we have to go, and-

*Jan: Now Aunty Bertha didn't take kindly to the Ankheg ruining her wedding ceremony, Uncle Smarmy had had a lot of trouble finding a priest who would actually marry them. In the end the priest was a druid he had found wandering the forest ranting about mushrooms, spores and cannabilistic gryphons. 

*Illyria: Jan, I'm having a bit of trouble with a rogue Beholder soul here, could you please get on with it?

*Jan: Ah, yes, well my point was that maybe you're related to my Aunt Bertha, and therefore to me. Wouldn't it be amazing if we were indeed related?

*Illyria: Jan, for the last time, I'm NOT a Beholder. Anyway, I'm going to go ahead and find <CHARNAME>...

==Anomen==

===Banter 1===

*Illyria: Anomen, I'm curious. You say you are out to combat evil, but all I've seen you do so far, besides minimal help in battle, is worry about whether you will pass your test.

*Illyria: Why is becoming a Knight so important to you? Surely you can fight evil just as well outside the Order?

*Anomen: Becoming a Knight of the Order is that which is so important to me, Lady Illyria. I cannot devote my life to the path of righteousness and service of Helm outside it.

*Illyria: Why not, exactly? I have known many who combat evil without the aid of a god.

*Anomen: My devotion to Helm is not for your questioning, girl. I am a servant to the Order. I owe them much of my life's happiness.

*Illyria: Why does Helm demand such slavish obedience? I just don't understand it. If a god wants obedience, why doesn't he or she just buy a slave?

*Illyria: ... buy a slave? Wh-what am I thinking? Slavery is evil!

*Anomen: Faith is not slavery, do not mock me so! We serve the Gods to gain their favour and to better ourselves of our own free will! Who are you, girl, that knows so little of this? Elves have Gods, do they not?

*Illyria: Yes, but most do not demand such... such unquestioning obedience. Free will? Anomen, it doesn't sound to me as though you have free will. You do whatever the Order says, never asking why... It is sheer stupidity.

*Anomen: Who are you to challenge my faith in such a way! Who are you to impugn the honour of the Order? I do what is right and strive to follow the righteous path and that is my choice! Now leave me be, loathsome girl!


(DIFFERENT BANTER IDEA THINGIMABOB: *Illyria: You say you have freedom of thought and action, but do you really? It sounds to me as if you are simply a pawn in some cosmic game, controlled by unknown forces. Ponder that for a while, Anomen, before you get all riled up.)

==Nalia==

===Banter 1===

*Illyria: Nalia, why must you give money to every peasant we pass? We're trying to save it so we can rescue Imoen, and throwing it away like that is a waste.

*Nalia: 20,000 gold is a lot of money, Illyria.  Surely <CHARNAME> isn't going to mind if we give up one piece to the needy.

*Illyria: One piece? One piece?! You just gave 15 to that begger back there! 

*Nalia: Oh, by the gods, Illyria, how hard is it to get 15 gold?  Selling one of those useless gems that we drag around or perhaps a weapon we don't use is an easy way to do it.

*Illyria: I really don't think you're getting the point of what I'm trying to say to you, Nalia. Anyway, how is giving a peasant 15 gold going to help him lead a better life?

*Nalia: These people are starving! You're telling me you don't even feel the least bit obligated to help them?

*Illyria: Well, throwing money at them might feed them for a day or two, but doesn't it make it worse in the long run? Make them dependent on the charity of the nobility?

*Nalia: You assume that they will be dependent on the nobility for their means of living, but there are good people out there, who will take the money given to them and use it to help earn themselves a better way of living.

*Nalia: Someone has to start it, Illyria.

*Illyria: I suppose, but I just don't think thats the way to do it. If I were a noble, I'd build schools, hospitals, places where they can get an education and be cared for.

*Nalia: The simple fact is that you are not a noble, and therefore do not know the hardships peasants suffer. I am in a better position to understand what they need, I think, Illyria.

* Illyria: So as a noble, who's had everything handed to her on a silver platter all her life, you're sayng you understand the hardships of living on the streets as the downtrodden peasants?

* Nalia: I... I have been working to better the lives of the peasants all my life! I have done so much for them, given them money and food, and you tell me I don't understand the hardships that are forced upon them?

* Illyria: I suppose your heart is in the right place, but... I think you need to revise how you are trying to 'fix' the situation. It isn't something that will simply go away if you give the peasants money.

* Illyria: Anyway, I think we better get moving, we're not going to rescue Imoen just standing here, are we.

==Imoen Banters==

===Banter 1===
*CONDITION: path 1, in a city
*Illyria: Imoen, do you ever get the urge to just... just walk up and take something? Like, for example, that gorgeous bracelet that fat man over there is wearing.

*Imoen: Sure - I've done it plenty of times before. (giggle) Once, back at Candlekeep, Gorion had an important visitor from Tethyr who was wearing this amazing crystal ring. 

*Imoen: Of course, I blamed it on <CHARNAME>, since <PRO_HESHE> was looking particularly guilty. I don't think <PRO_HESHE> has ever forgiven me. Really! But I made it up to <HIMHER> afterward - chocolate is the best peacemaking gift *ever*.

*Illyria: Hehe... I can just imagine it. On Evermeet, my older brother used to blame me for all sorts of things... knocking over vases, sweets going missing, mother's money-purse being significantly lighter...

*Illyria: Fun times. These days I wonder where all the fun went. No, really! It seems like one day I was playing in the field with the butterflies, and the next I was here with <CHARNAME>, fighting monsters and being all retrospective.

*Imoen: Do you regret deciding to come with <CHARNAME>, Illyria? I know I haven't - I can't believe you thought the itching powder was some kind of disease, it was hilarious! I've never seen anyone looking so panicked. It was one of the first times I've laughed that hard since... since Irenicus. 

*Illyria: I-I'm sorry Im, I didn't mean to...

*Imoen: It's okay... I've just been trying to forget about it, you know? Anyway, answer my question!

*Illyria: Well, no, I've never regretted deciding to travel with <CHARNAME>. If I hadn't, I wouldn't have met you, and so many others, who have helped shaped my life. Heh... thanks for spicing my life up, Imoen. I don't know where I'd be without you.

*Imoen: Aww, thats alright - you've given me some of the best laughs I've had in years. By the way... here's that bracelet you were lusting after earlier. You can keep it.

*Illyria: How'd- but you- you didn't even go over there! How'd you do that?!

*Imoen: Ah, magic. And magicians never give away their secrets! (she winks)

*Illyria: Hehe... thanks Immy. (she gets a new item in her inventory - 'Imoen's Gift')

==Banter ideas==
''Jaheira'' ~ <br>
:* Jaheira's views on nature
:* Charnames past


''Minsc'' ~ <br>
:* Boo sensing something is amiss with Illyria
:* What it was like growing up in Rasheman
:* Nature


''Aerie'' ~<br>
:* Why Aerie needs to memorise spells
:* Some of Aerie's memories of the Circus
:* Why Aerie is a cleric/mage


''Viconia'' ~ <br>
:* Drow Society
:* Why Viconia was cast out


''Anomen'' ~<br>
:* Illyria doesn't like Ano's attitude!
:* Ano will try to guide Illyria to the 'path of goodness' 
:* Questions about why Ano worships a god, Ano will be shocked when Lyria tells him she does not worship one


''Edwin'' ~<br>
:* She wonders aloud why Edwin mutters under his breath - comedy ensues.
:* The Red Wizards of Thay


''Haer'Dalis'' ~<br>
:* They exchange poems - hers elven, his from other planes
:* Why he calls her by a birds name


''Nalia'' ~<br>
:* The corruption of the higher classes
:* Why some people choose to be poor


''Keldorn'' ~<br>
:* The corruption of the clergy
:* Keldorn senses something every time he goes close to Illyria


''Mazzy'' ~<br>
:* Why Mazzy feels so drawn to her god
:* What life as a halfling is like


''Valygar'' ~<br>
:* What life is like 'on the run'
:* Whether certain types of magic are okay
:* His opinion of clerical magic


''Yoshimo'' ~<br>
:* Whether thievery is right or wrong, or merely a means to an end
:* His life before Irenicus' dungeon


''Imoen'' ~<br>
:* Her recollections of life as a child
:* Life as a thief


''Jan'' ~<br>


''Cernd'' ~<br>
:* The druids' connection to nature
:* the expected banter about his abandoning his wife and child


''Korgan'' ~<br>
:* Korgans bloodlust
