- Merklynn: Sun Imps are nasty, magical creatures that created so much havoc during the last Age of Magic that all of the forces in the old world joined to seal them into a tomb and then buried it. How were we to know that earthquakes would undo our work? Now someone must go out there and bury it once more.
- Cryotek: [muttering sarcastically to the others] I wonder who he might have in mind.
- Lexor: Merklynn has lied before. What if there are no Sun Imps in there but rather - magical items that would pry us from under Merklynn's thumb? Or even return the Age of Technology.
- Cryotek: Huh! Who wants *that* back?
- Darkstorm: There is wisdom in what Cryotek says. I'm pleased with the way things are *now*.
- Bearer of Knowledge: First you collect a rare snorkelberry.
- Leoric: A snorkelberry.
- Bearer of Knowledge: Then, the hair of orange cat and the tail of a stupid lizard.
- Reekon: There is no such thing as a stupid lizard.
- Bearer of Knowledge: *Your*\ totem animal will suffice for now.
- Reekon: [raising his sword causing Cindarr to restrain him] Why -! Defend thyself!
- Darkstorm: Reekon! Impale him later. First we must hear what he has to say.
- Bearer of Knowledge: [laughing] Look at me. Now smile... smile... smile - while I PIE you!
- [does]
- Leoric: Arzon! You've got to send that thing in for repairs!
- Feryl: While I feel it is safe to say that yesterday's excitement will go unmatched, I'm afraid we do have another meeting with the Botanical Committee.
- Leoric: Oh. What about *this* time?
- Feryl: They want to grow ivy on the city's walls. Uh - then there's that zoning issue over the barracks, and finally, we have a trade dispute, in which...
- Leoric: Yes, I know all about it. The farmers who are using the magical seed are being accused of unfair competition.
- Merklynn: [looking at his book] Hmmm. A spell-detector spell seems to be missing. Of course, it's a cheap, abridged addition.
- Mortredd: [the soldiers affected by Knightmare begin to snore while he is handling Darkstorm's gold] One-billion-two-hundred-and... Oh, please, I'm trying to count!
- Ectar: No two ways about it, this is a losing situation!
- [an octopus suddenly goes flying into his face, causing him to exclaim in disgust]