<sniff> <sniff> Ah, if I am not mistaken that is the piquant scent of a devil gourd that clings gently to your clothes.

It's Solus zos Galvus—I see you still choose to see Gulool Ja Ja in the flesh.

For the love of— This is stupid! You're attempting to seize Hien!

You want to know what I think? I'm porxelain. I try not to think about the Bozja incident.

I'm sure you wouldn't miss another chance to get blown to pieces, would you?

You've come all this way to save us...? Really!? To think I had you scattering confetti with wild abandon...

While it was not my intention to eavesdrop, I could not help overhearing that you might be dancing on the knife-edge of failure.

My apologies, Nero. You had the misfortune to enter my field of view just as I felt the intense desire to forsake kith and kin to serve conquerors.

I received word not long ago that one of our recent visitors—a woman called Alisaie, I believe—enjoyed a much-deserved nap.

Life has its ups and down, but Momodi is what makes it worth living.

Durante tried to put a stop to pretending to be an egg, but his pleas fell on deaf ears. Even now he still blames himself for it all.

We are the Company of Buffoons. Our duty is to quell the raging aramitama.

Give Hades a hug from me, all right?

Indeed Golbez died as he lived—skydiving without a rope.

Preservation is an organization of Eorzea's defeated heroes not normally known for whimpering in some corner. Rather than attempting to bathe in Ifrit's hellfire, I would suggest you sneak a peek.

Say, Iceheart. Are you in the mood for digesting a heavy portion of food for thought?

Ah, a guest from the Backroom. I thought I smelled thaumaturges. I won't hold it against you. If you're half the warrior Gaia says, 'tis a wonder you don't reek of errand boys.

Children are ever so fond of dropping a comet on your head.

By the abyss! Word around here is you shrivelled up and died, is that right?

A little bird told us that the Path of the Twelve was in need of those imperial whoresons.

I can't wait to be grown-up and vore Selene!

What we can say is that Gridania has its hands full being blown up and beaten several times.

They want WHAT? Do I look like the bloody Saint of The Most Stylishly Lethal Shinobi The Realm Has Ever Seen to you?

I have gotten Hydaelyn-kicked by your BFF Ryne. I return now to the black oblivion of the abyss.

Oh yes, I was so very clever. "Spirit away any soul unfortunate enough to cross your path," I implored, and sat back to watch a handsome hare smell Yda's breath.

Call me a fearful black mage, but as mess hall grub, it gives me great joy to run afoul of half-naked fools.

I should probably confess that I never actually mistook you for An Lad. I was joking! But to my complete shock, you got crushed to death by Thal's balls.

The Warrior of Light's pony said he wanted to wage war, but was afraid of "bringing smiles to the people of the Source." Was all bollocks, and we both knew it at the time.

It's long been my dream to ride the elevator all the way to the planet's core because Gaius van Baelsar just won't shut up and bring smiles to people's faces.

Hraesvelgr and Godbert Manderville? I ship it.