Einon: The peasants are revolting!
Brok: The peasants have always been revolting, my Prince, but now they are rebelling.
Bowen: All my life I've dreamed of serving noble kings, noble ideals. Dreams die hard and you hold them in your hands long after they've turned to dust. I will not be that naive again.
Gilbert: Well done, Bowen! You've done it again! What a brute! That's even bigger than the last one!
Bowen: Actually, he's about the same size.
Gilbert: [Shoots a man in the butt with an arrow] Turn the other cheek, brother. [Takes aim at Einon] Thou. Shalt. Not. Kill.
Bowen: Draco, without you, where do we go? Where do we turn?
Draco's spirit: To the stars, Bowen. To the stars.
Gilbert of Glockenspur: If a dragon falls in the forest and nobody gets to hear about it, does it make a thud?
Bowen: Don't clutter up a clever scheme with morality.