- Cindarr: [as Ectar approaches behind the two as a fox] Just try to slip past me, Spectral Knights...
- Lexor: [Ectar transforms, grabs Cindarr's shoulder so he turns, and gibes him a blow to the head which sends him over teh rampart into the moat] Oh! E-Ectar!
- Ectar: Hello, Lexor.
- Lexor: Let's make a deal. I'll let you slip by me, and neither of us makes any trouble!
- Ectar: But I *like* trouble.
- Lexor: Yes. Well... everyone to their own tastes!
- Arzon: Well, Ectar. I can't tell you how pleased I am to be invited along on your mission.
- Ectar: Arzon, I would be less then honest with you if I didn't tell you that I intend to use you as a lure for Darkstorm.
- Arzon: Happy to be of some use.
- Ectar: You'll be captured.
- Arzon: Fine.
- Ectar: Imprisoned. Maybe tortured.
- Arzon: Tell me something I didn't know.
- Ectar: Oh, to be young and foolish again.
- Rassius Dubrow: THIS IS A VIOLATION OF MY RIGHTS!
- Ectar: What rights? The right to wear this - fake beard?
- Rassius Dubrow: [laughs nervously] Beats shaving, doesn't it?
- Ectar: I realize that you have the power to override me. But let me tell you of something that happened before the Cataclysm, when New Valaric was a technological city. I was then a police detectives. One of the city's banks installed what was believed to be the last word in security systems. Its maker said it was foolproof. Unfortunately, its maker also turned out to be a thief. He did quite a number on us, ripped off the bank and got clean away. The point of this story, ladies and gentlemen, is that you can never rely on a security system. You must have security *people*.
- Member: So, what happened to the fellow?
- Ectar: Since the crime was perfect, we had no clues. But I set a trap of my own. The trap worked, and I got my man. The thief was none other than the Darkling Lord Reekon. Shortly afterwards, he escaped from jail and thus began the most infamous crime wave in the history of Valaric.
- Darkstorm: Mortredd, pay the man.
- Mortredd: Yes, I - b-b-but, well, I-I've saved up my allowance for two years, Darkstorm. But it's not half enough.
- Cindarr: Me, Cindarr broke.
- Cravex: If the last check to me had cleared, I might be able to help.
- Virulina: Oh-Oh, sorry, Darkstorm. I'm still waiting for some blackmail money to come in.
- Reekon: Look, I'm a mercenary, not a banker. Pay the man or I take off.
- Darkstorm: [sighs] Perhaps I can arrange a loan?
- Darkstorm: We shall see whether I honor my half of the deal. You've rudely violated yours.
- Meatius Chompiti: Yes, well, you must forgive my friends. They are still bitter after years of defoliation and plant poisons.
- Darkstorm: Oh - if you make me cry any more, you'll fog up my helmet.
- Member: [of Reekon passing in the Cloak of Concealment] What a creep he is!
- Member: Yeah, but I love the jacket.
- Tour guide: Over here is the table where many important decisions of the government are made. And I bet you folks thought it was for dinner parties, ah?
- [chuckles]