"Ahh, were you guided here by Kindly Miquella? I am Leda, and like you, I was guided by faith along his honorable path. Touch the withered arm, and you too will be transported. To the realm of shadow, where Miquella the Kind now dwells. My compatriots are there already. Like us, they have heard Kindly Miquella's call. If you can find them, they are certain to lend you aid."

"Hello there. Together, we work. Together for Miquella the Kind. Many things we have found."

"I like finding things. For you, Lady Leda, her allies, and the forager brood. Things bring joy to all."

"Fie, another? Treading the heels of Miquella? Then, as that woman would surely say, we are in our purposes well aligned. But understand. Your kind are not forgiven. The Erdtree is my peoples' enemy. By Marika long betray'd, set aflame. I believe Miquella's apologies, when he says our delivery will come. But never will I see your kind as worthy."

"If you find yourself... weary, of the weight of this life, then just give me the word. Sleep is a balm, and eternal sleep... is an elixir."

"O Horn-deck'd beast, from higher sphere deliver'd."

"Take root inside the tower's sculpted keepers."

"And perch'd within, we beg of thee; rise."

"Dance and cavort, cleanse all that thou wilt."

"Cruelty, woe, and those who plague the tower."

"Cleanse away the strumpet's vile progeny."

"A curse upon thee, rotten miscreant. A curse upon the strumpet's progeny, upon Marika's children each and all. The curse of the omen shall strike thee down. In the form of the sacred beast's ire."

"I abandon here a part of the flesh of my body."

"I abandon here my arm sinistral."

"I abandon here my arm dextral."

"I abandon here my eye."

"I abandon here my doubt and vacillation."

"I abandon here my heart."

"I abandon here my love."

"I abandon here the last of my fears."

"Oh, hello. Did you feel it? Miquella the Kind’s enchantment appears to have broken. But while my devotion to Kindly Miquella remains unchanged, by my troth, I am not so sure about the others. No, wait. Perhaps this is a blessing in disguise. I can wield my sword to cull the undeserving, those unfit to bask in Miquella the Kind’s presence. I should’ve thought of this earlier."

"I’ve come to a realization. There’s ample evidence... Without Kindly Miquella’s influence... I’m quite mistrustful of others."

"I, too, am a glintstone sorcerer. We study the stars, and examine the life therein. Are you familiar with our findings?"

"Long ago, we began as stardust, born of a great rupture far across the skies. We, too, are children of the Greater Will. Is that not divine? Is that not sublime? And yet, none can fathom its implications, its utter brilliance!"

"I fear that you have borne witness to the whole of it. The conceits, the hypocrisy, of the world built upon the Erdtree. The follies of men. Their bitter suffering. Is there no hope for redemption? The answer, sadly, is clear. There never was any hope. They were each of them defective. Unhinged, from the start. Marika herself. And the fingers that guided her. And this is what troubles me. No matter our efforts, if the roots are rotten, then we have little recourse."

"Ever-young Miquella saw things for what they were. He knew that his bloodline was tainted. His roots mired in madness. A tragedy if ever there was one. That he would feel compelled to renounce everything. When the blame...lay squarely with the mother."

"Do you recall what I said? That Marika, and the fingers that guided her, were unsound from the start. Well, the truth lies deeper still. It is their mother who is damaged and unhinged. The fingers are but unripe children. Victims in their own right. We all need a mother, do we not? A new mother, a true mother, who will not give birth to further malady."

"My shining star. Grant me a mother’s strength. Look here. At my fingers. I will be the true mother. And I will be the only mother!"

"Come no closer... No closer, I say! The madness wells!"

"Enough... I have endured... more than enough. I ask you forgive me, dearest Nanaya."

"Heh heh heh, ha ha ha! Ah ha ha ha! What a sight! A warrior true, if ever one there was! A fellow drake warrior! Igon, piteous Igon, do you not remember? Conjure your past! How once you were! When fear was yet foreign to ye! Heh heh... Ha ha ha"

"Ahh, drake warrior, dear friend. Grant me this one wish. Take this finger. My finger. Scale the jagged peak. Face Bayle the Dread. And when you do… Summon me. Summon my soul. My limbs are limbs no more. My heart is twice-over filled with fear. But a drake warrior I remain. And my soul yet lies on the mountain."

"Curse you, Bayle! I hereby vow! You will rue this day! Behold, a true drake warrior! And I, Igon! Your fears made flesh!"

"Solid of scale you might be, foul dragon... But I will riddle with holes your rotten hide!"

"With a hail of harpoons! With every last drop of my being!"

"Igon, when summoned to face Bayle the Dread."

"Graaaaaargh! Bayle the Dread!... You shall haunt me no longer!"

"Igon, upon Bayle's defeat."

"Mongrel intruder. Thourt Tarnished, it seemeth."

"O mother, wouldst thou truly Lordship sanction, in one so bereft of light?"

"Yet... My purpose standeth unchanged."

"Those stripped of the Grace of Gold shall all meet death."

"In the embrace of Messmer's flame."

"Gah... hah..."

"I... will not suffer... a lord devoid of light."

"O Mother, forgive me."

"Soon, Tarnished, wilt thou be taken in the jaws..."

"Of the abyssal serpent, shorn of light."

"O lightless creature... embrace thine oblivion, as shall I."