Aerie/Quotes

Aerie's quotes presents lines spoken by Aerie, together with the associated sound files.
Aerie is one of the nicest members of the party, staying polite and warm with everyone while being scared of any evil adventurers. She avoids confrontation and is quite apologetic when a party member blames her for something. She becomes more and more self-assertive as the adventure goes, eventually no longer accepting to be pushed around and learning to live with the trauma of having her wings clipped.
Aerie can fall in love with Haer'Dalis if the player doesn't intervene, and will become Minsc's new witch if she's in the party long enough. She'll leave the party if Korgan is in it for too long, after much bullying. The only member she'll decide to attack is Hexxat.
==Dialogues==
===With Anomen===
:(between 5 AM and 8 AM)
:Aerie: Look, Anomen, the sun is rising...
:Anomen: Aye, like a bird of raw and flaming power... You don't talk much, do you?
:Aerie: What do you mean?
:Anomen: You hesitate in your speech as if you are considering what to say next. Knights, such as myself, must be speaking with people constantly.
:Aerie: Are you... are you scared about your test at all?
:Anomen: Ha, I do not have the time to be frightened. And besides... the Order cannot turn me aside forever.
If Anomen fails his test:
:Aerie: Anomen... I... I've been watching you since you failed your Test, and... you... you're starting to scare me a little, I—I think...
:Anomen: I need no pressure from you, Aerie. Leave me be.
:Aerie: Just because you failed your Test doesn't mean you have to abandon everything good about the Order, does it? I mean... you were almost a paladin!
:Anomen: That's just it, isn't it? I was almost a paladin. I was almost strong enough. Well, almost isn't good enough, Aerie... so no, it doesn't mean a thing. Not anymore.
:Aerie: But Anomen-
:Anomen: Get out, girl! Did you hear me? I won't have you hounding me! Get out! *attacks Aerie*
Throne of Bhaal only :
:Anomen: A question of you, Aerie. I have heard something of your people, the avariel... hunted to near extinction by mages merely for the use of their wings. How is it that you are not more outraged about this?
:Aerie: I think it is a terrible thing, Anomen, but w-wha—what can I do about it?
:Anomen: You could defend them. Make it your life's work to oppose the predation upon them. Something, at least, would be better than nothing.
:Aerie: My people are disappearing because they are isolationists as well, Anomen, not just because they are hunted. And they are certainly not helpless... my aid would be meaningless. And I doubt they would even accept my help. They... would not think of me as an avariel anymore, because I have no wings. It is... it is probably just best for me to avoid them altogether.
:(If Anomen didn't fail his test:)
:Anomen: I am sorry, Aerie... it was not my intention to open old wounds. I am too clumsy with my words at times.
:Aerie: No... no, it's all right, Anomen. I probably should face up to the fact that I will have to return to Faenya-Dail one day. To face them, if nothing else. But certainly not now.
:(If Anomen failed his test:)
:Anomen: It sounds as if you are avoiding something that is unpleasant rather than facing the truth.
:Aerie: That is cruel of you, Anomen. If I return to Faenya-Dail one day, it will be because I am ready to... not because someone felt it necessary to bully me into it.
===With Cernd===
When in a city :
:Aerie: You don't seem... comfortable here.
:Cernd: Forgive me, dear elf. It is just that I have never understood the city.
:Aerie: What is there to understand? Cities are where you go when you have no place else to be.
:Cernd: Perhaps that is it. I have my grove, and the beauty tethers my heart to its ferns and mosses. When next we visit, would you like me to show them to you?
:Aerie: Oh, please, Cernd. I—I would like that very much.
:Cernd: Then it shall be so.
When in a forest :
:Cernd: You see those tiny mushrooms hidden away there... and how they glow? They are of the foxfire family and are the material component for the "faerie fire" spell.
:Aerie: They're so beautiful, Cernd, and—*shiver*—and their light's so cold.
When in a forest :
:Cernd: Ah, over there rests a stand of simple wood ferns. I have seen them grow as high as my chest some years.
:Aerie: Oh, I wish they could grow forever! How could you ever leave such a place?
:Cernd: Though my body may roam, my spirit shall always rest here, Aerie.
When in a forest :
:Cernd: Move carefully now... do you see that large red flower? It is a dead man's lotus and shall put you right to sleep should you disturb its pollen.
:Aerie: I can just imagine the dreams I'd have in such a place, Cernd.
Throne of Bhaal only :
:Aerie: Cernd? Don't you miss your old grove? You don't speak of it at all.
:Cernd: Oh, I miss my old grove, Aerie. I once had an odd and strangely colored rash caused by an abishai bush that I had an unfortunate encounter with... and I miss that just as much.
:Aerie: You can't have liked your old grove very much, then. I can't imagine anyone missing a rash at all.
:Cernd: On the contrary, my dear, it was a rather extraordinary rash.
:Aerie: *sigh* I was just wondering if you missed your old grove, Cernd. Must all your answers be so cryptic? I'm almost too tired to wonder what you mean sometimes.
:Cernd: It wasn't my purpose to be cryptic, my dear. My time with my grove in Cormyr was both fascinating and a little uncomfortable. I enjoyed the company of my peers, but I never quite fit in, you see.
:The Great Druid there did not have much of a liking for me, you see. So while I learned much and appreciate the time I spent at the grove, in the end I am glad that I have not returned to it.
:Aerie: Like your rash. Interesting, but you're glad it's gone?
:Cernd: Exactly. See, that wasn't so difficult now, was it?
===With Dorn Il-Khan===
:Dorn: You. Girl.
:Aerie: Um. Me?
:Dorn: Aye. What are you doing here?
:Aerie: I don't—I don't understand the question...
:Dorn: The Bhaalspawn's side is no place for a simpering child.
:Aerie: I'm—I'm not a simpering child.
:Dorn: Spoken like a simpering child. Begone. There's no place for you here.
:Aerie: You don't order me around. I'll go when <CHARNAME> says to go. And I don't think <HE/SHE> will say that.
:Dorn: Hah! You've some spirit to you. Maybe you're worthy of the Bhaalspawn's attention after all. MAYBE.
Throne of Bhaal only :
:Dorn: You have become a powerful witch, Aerie. You are a child no more, yet you cling to your ideals like a babe to her mother's teat.
:Why not take your first steps as a woman and throw aside these ridiculous standards? Embrace power, as you were meant to!
:Aerie: Power and goodness are not mutually exclusive. You yourself just said I was powerful; do you really think my goodness lessens my strength?
:Dorn: I know it. Mercy is weakness. Hesitation is death. Your flawed morals blind you to the truth.
:(if Dorn hasn't sworn loyalty to a demon as part of his quest:)
:Aerie: If so, it is willful blindness. Your truth is not something I care to see.
:(if Dorn swore loyalty to a demon:)
:Aerie: You're the one who is blind, Dorn. I embraced power. MY power. I do not leech it from some vile demon.
:Dorn: Careful, girl. Or you may feel the power of that vile demon firsthand.
:Aerie: If so, it is willful blindness. Your truth is not something I care to see.
===With Edwin===
:Aerie: Why do you talk to yourself, Edwin?
:Edwin: What? Oh, ah ha... why hello, Aerie. I, ah... don't do anything of the sort. (No, now is not the time to make arguments.) Why are you asking? 
:Aerie: I—I was just wondering when I get to meet him.
:Edwin: (There's no one to meet!) There's no one to meet! Get away from me! You'll make me crazy, you will, and I'll not have two pieces of it!
:Edwin: Aerie, I've noticed the unfortunate fact that you live by one of the great lessons of history that nothing is often a good thing to do and a clever thing to say.
:Aerie: What? Where did that emerge from, spellbinder? What have I done to you?
:Edwin: Ruffle your feathers? Just clipping your wings to ensure you remain obsequious to your vastly superiors, my little chickadee.
When Edwin has less than 25% HP remaining :
:Edwin: I—I feel so... tired. 'Tis like I see two or three of everything. (I'm seeing four, definitely four...)
:Aerie: Edwin! Hold your—hold your ground, and I shall try to heal you!
:Edwin: (No, get her away, she knows!) She knows! Augh, I bleed! Get away from me, girl, get away! *runs away from Aerie*
If Edwin has been turned into a woman as part of his quest, and stands less than 10 units away from Aerie :
:Edwin: Psst... Aerie!
:Aerie: Edwin! You scared me, imagine that... Oh, you wouldn't believe how silly you look... Now what—what do you want?
:Edwin: You are a wizard and a healer! Can you not peel this wretched skin? (She has driven me to it; I will debase myself if I must.) Please, Aerie, I am... on my knees!
:Aerie: Tee hee! No, you're not, you're standing just like the rest of us! ...And honestly, what is there to heal? Next time... you'll be more careful how you word your wishes, won't you?
:Edwin: Blasted Netherese sense of humor! No doubt this is why they all went extinct so long ago! Shut up! Shut up, I say!
Throne of Bhaal only :
:Aerie: Huh... I... I come to see why you are so arrogant, Edwin. Magical power can become... intoxicating. Even I can admit to feeling its rush when I am casting spells in combat.
:Edwin: Hmph! You know nothing of power, child. You possess the merest morsel of worth when compared to me.
:Aerie: Do you think so? Isn't that a foolish attitude? Even you must agree that the strength of your friends can only be a benefit.
:Edwin: I agree to nothing.
:Aerie: Your dismissals make no sense! Have I not become a peer? Have I not proven my worth?
:Edwin: Child, your insights into my character are misguided. My "arrogance" comes not from my skill, but from the knowledge that I am simply better than you.
:Aerie: You are just... oh!
:Edwin: Yes, and I always will be. Now, if you require the occasional pat on the head, I shall oblige, but you would do better to seek kinship with someone else.
===With Haer'Dalis===
:Haer'Dalis: Was I mistaken, my dove, or have I heard a thought fall from your lips once or twice that you had aspirations of the thespian bent?
:Aerie: Oh... but you will surely laugh at me for such an admission.
:Haer'Dalis: I never would, my mourning dove. My grim and oft-proud nature would never allow it. To act is a solemn profession and most worthy of thy beauty and grace.
:Aerie: You flatter me, now, Haer'Dalis. But... yes, my mother used to tell me that I would be a fine actress. I... I used to dream of fluttering onto the great stage in Faenya-Dail...
:Aerie: A useless dream now, I suppose. My mother is long behind me and likely thinks me dead.
:Haer'Dalis: But your dream needn't perish, fair Aerie. I see a talent in your eye that tells this bard you could perform the great feats of stage yet.
:Aerie: Oh, I doubt that, truly.
:Haer'Dalis: Nay, be not so harsh on yourself, pale one. This sparrow will take you under his wing and teach you the secret words that will match the strength of your aching beauty.
:Aerie: You are funny and strange, Haer'Dalis... but I thank you for the compliments nevertheless.
Later :
:Haer'Dalis: I have been thinking, my mourning dove, of a role to complement your first voyage onto the stage. And I so believe I have discovered it.
:Aerie: Oh? H-have you, Haer'Dalis? And to what manner of role shall I be subjected, then?
:Haer'Dalis: You wound me, fair one... I have deliberated over the choice for quite some time now. I have weighed carefully each play that canters through my head and chosen one that complements you most fruitfully.
:Haer'Dalis: 'Tis the lead of a Sigil play called "Tersis"... written, if I remember, by a rather haggard tiefling gifted with the madness of true talent.
:Haer'Dalis: You would play the goddess herself... fallen from favor and bearing the slings of accusation and scorn with grace and confidence. With chin held high, she strides towards her former peers and dares to challenge the false verdict of the higher powers!
:Aerie: That... that sounds lovely, Haer'Dalis... but it's hardly me.
:Haer'Dalis: Ah, but it is, my mourning dove. You have suffered the cleansing torments, borne the impossible strains... and I'll wager there's a steel in your heart that you've yet to lay claim to!
:Aerie: Oh, I don't thhink I ever could... I don't think you know me, really...
:Haer'Dalis: I know you better than you think, my dove. The true thespian reaches down into a well of dark waters within them... a place where others dare not look. And you've a deep well, fair Aerie... be not afraid to dive within!
:Aerie: You've a pretty way with words, bard. Well... I think I'll disappoint you surely, but if you wish to teach me your play, I won't object to it.
:Haer'Dalis: That's all I ask, my dove... and this bard cannot wait to see the results of this first act now unfolding.
The act unfolding :
:Haer'Dalis: You've perused the act, have you, my mourning dove? Why does your brow crinkle so, then?
:Aerie: I—I've read the play, yes... but, Haer'Dalis, I still honestly don't think I can play this... Tersis character.
:Haer'Dalis: And I yet hold in my surety that you can, fair Aerie. What makes you say that you cannot?
:Aerie: Well, the scene where the godess confronts Lord Johvan, the ruler of the gods. She chastises him rather... forcefully...
:Haer'Dalis: Aye? And..?
:Aerie: *giggle* Oh, Haer'Dalis... I could never do that! The words would sound like a mouse were speaking them, coming from me. I've no such voice in me...
:Haer'Dalis: The voice is in you, my dove. You have but to cast about for it. Come... enact the passage for me.
:Aerie: *sigh* I... I'll try. "H-hold, my lord... I will n-not... not be judged..." No, no... It's just no use.
:Haer'Dalis: Then you are a mouse, my Aerie. A frightened little mouse who refuses to come out of her hole. Be satisfied with your stale cheese, if you will.
:Aerie: Haer'Dalis! What a cruel thing to say!
:Haer'Dalis: Enact the passage, then. You have the ability.
:Aerie: "H-hold, my lord... I w-will... n-not... not be—"
:Haer'Dalis: Squeak, squeak? Is that a mouse this bard hears? You can do better than that, my dove...
:Aerie: "H-hold, my lord! I will... n-not... not be... j-judged—"
:Haer'Dalis: What was that? Are you speaking, my dove? I am straining to hear you...
:Aerie: Then stop interrupting me!
:Haer'Dalis: Then speak, woman! I am the king of the gods! Do you have something to tell me, or don't you?!
:Aerie: "Hold, my lord! I will not be judged by the lowest of my brethren, nor shall I be judged by my king! I refuse to be silent! I am Tersis! And I WILL be heard!"
:Haer'Dalis: Bravo, my dove! A most excellent wonder, to hear your thundering talent roll forth from such a delightful form! Bravo!
:Aerie: I... I did it, didn't I? Th-thank you, Haer'Dalis! That... that felt wonderful!
Dreams of acting :
:Haer'Dalis: Ah ha! What is it now, my fair Aerie? You think I am not looking at you, but I can spy your desire to put the bard to the question. Go ahead, my dove... I'll not mind.
:Aerie: Well... I was only wondering... um... m-my scenes that I read to you the other day... was I... was I any good? Please, tell me truthfully.
:Haer'Dalis: Truth is my mantra, fair Aerie, when it comes to matters of the stage. And, aye, you were a sight to make any man swoon, possessing a talent that many an actress I've known would envy.
:Aerie: You... you aren't just saying that? I'm not that good...
:Haer'Dalis: Your skill needs to be sharpened, 'tis true, but the talent is plenty and full. And I do not exaggerate, my dove... your mother saw it true when she mused o'er your life upon the stage.
:Aerie: Ha... it's too bad, then, that there's nowhere to perform our piece.
:Haer'Dalis: But there is, my dove! There always is! We could shout out lines from the very streets of the towns, amazing onlookers and filling them with envy!
:Haer'Dalis: In the wilderness, we could draw a crowd of fearsome creatures and tame them with our entertainments! Paws and claws would clatter as they approved of our efforts, and lauded your great talent, my lady!
:Haer'Dalis: Word of our acts would spread... and we would be in demand all over Amn! Bugbears would stand beside great nobles, shouting out your name and mine! The toast of kings and queens, my dove... just imagine it!
:Aerie: Ha ha ha... You are a silly man, Haer'Dalis!
:Haer'Dalis: Was that the twitter of amusement I heard from your lips, my mourning dove? It is good to hear you laugh.
:Aerie: And it is good to laugh. Thank you, my comical bard.
At night :
:Aerie: Is there a moon in Sigil?
:Haer'Dalis: A moon? Why, no, there never was. Just a city that stretched in all directions, curling in upon itself to sometimes block the sky. The moon is better, don't you think, my dove?
:Aerie: I have been to too many cities and... and every one of them the same. The moon is better because it's always changing.
:Haer'Dalis: Ha ha! Well, Sigil is like no city you have ever seen, but, truth be told, I would trade it in a second for your smile.
:Aerie: You don't have to trade a city for it... I want to smile and—and you make it so easy, Haer'Dalis.
:Haer'Dalis: I am glad, my dove, but if you won't let me trade Sigil, then I would even trade the moon and all its changes! Come, the night is still young and our spirits still free to fly.
If Haer'Dalis has fatigue greater than 5 :
:Haer'Dalis: My raven, my raven, we must have rest if we are to keep this flock together.
:Aerie: I like how you always pretend people are birds.
:Haer'Dalis: Pretend? My dear and mourning dove, 'tis not pretending! We are all frail as birds and mad as hounds, each one of us... Aye, each one of us, but you, somehow...
:You fly above us all, no anger, no rage to tie you down. Aye... You're right, Aerie. You are no hound, nor shall I ever name you one. You have my pledge.
:Aerie: You promise?
:Haer'Dalis: Aye, I promise, dove.
Throne of Bhaal only :
:Aerie: Haer'Dalis... you've been staring at our leader with that look off and on for several hours now. Don't you think that's a little rude?
:Haer'Dalis: I find myself unable to tear my eyes away. In the Doomguard, we appreciate the forces of entropy that bring destruction in their wake... and with each passing day, I see a personification of that force taking shape before me!
:Aerie: I know what you mean. It's a little unnerving, isn't it? I wonder how <CHARNAME> can stand it?
:Haer'Dalis: Oh, no, no. That's not what I mean at all, my mourning dove. I think it is the most magnificent transformation I have ever witnessed!
:Aerie: You do?
:Haer'Dalis: Aye. The image of the Slayer still rings in my mind... and the thought of what <CHARNAME> could become next thrills the very essence of my being! Can you not picture it?
:Aerie: Sometimes I think you are a very strange man, my bard.
:Haer'Dalis: Oh, without question, my dove. Without question.
===With Hexxat===
:Aerie: Do you think w-we don't know what you do at night, when we're sleeping?
:Hexxat: Should I care?
:Aerie: I've seen you. I've seen the stains. You... you kill people. Innocent people.
:Hexxat: Occasionally. If I have to.
:Aerie: You don't deserve to travel with us. You... you don't deserve anything at all.
:Hexxat: I'm sorry you feel that way.
:Aerie: I—what?
:Hexxat: I would like to be your friend, Aerie. But I am what I am. When you are ready to accept that, please, come speak to me again. For now, I bid you good <DAY/NIGHT>.
:Hexxat: Can I help you, Aerie?
:Aerie: What? No! No.
:Hexxat: Forgive me. You look like you've something on your mind. Something you'd like to say to me, perhaps?
:Aerie: Say to you? I— No. No. Sorry.
:Hexxat: For what?
:Aerie: For— I'm sorry?
:Hexxat: What are you apologizing for? You've done nothing wrong.
:Aerie: I don't know— I—I just...
:Hexxat: Feel sorry.
:Aerie: Yes. I guess.
:Hexxat: You're my friend, Aerie. I don't want you to be sorry. I want you to be happy.
:Aerie: You think we're friends?
:Hexxat: Aren't we?
:Aerie: No— I— Maybe? No—you're a vampire.
:Hexxat: There's not much I can do about that.
:Aerie: Yes, but—I can't talk to you about this.
:Hexxat: That's a shame—I'm better qualified to talk about it than most. I see I'm making you nervous—now I'm the one who must apologize.
:Aerie: No, don't— I mean—
:Hexxat: I'll go now. If you stop being sorry and want to talk to me about—anything, really—by all means, let me know.
:Aerie: Thank you?
Throne of Bhaal only :
:Aerie: I would have words with you, vampire.
:Hexxat: Please, Aerie. Call me Hexxat.
:Aerie: Hexxat was a woman who died two hundred years ago. You are an abomination—one I'll no longer suffer to live.
:Hexxat: Your suffering will end soon, I promise you that. *attacks Aerie*
===With Imoen===
Throne of Bhaal only :
:Aerie: I have a question for you, Imoen... you have the taint of Bhaal within you? Does this mean that you will turn into the Slayer as well?
:Imoen: I certainly hope not. I... I've been thinking more and more lately about that myself, though.
:Aerie: It must be an awful feeling. I can't imagine how <CHARNAME> deals with it.
:Imoen: Yeah... <HE/SHE>'s been living with it longer too. Sometimes, when it's quiet... I can hear the taint in my heart whispering to me. It says awful things, and I almost want to scream to shut them out.
:Aerie: *gasp* You... you haven't done anything that it's said, have you?
:Imoen: Well... other than that time I got up in the middle of the night to snatch a bag full of cinnamon cookies, heck no.
:Aerie: Oh, goo— ...what? Cinnamon cookies?
:Imoen: Ha ha! Oh, come on, Aerie! Lighten up, will ya? I'll tell ya what... if I have any desires to murder you in the middle of the night, you'll be the first to know, okay?
:Aerie: That's not very funny, Imoen. <CHARNAME> never makes fun of <HIS/HER> condition in that way.
::1. Player: Well, it's been so much easier since I discovered all the Slayer really wants is a sandwich...
::Aerie: Oh, fine. Everyone seems determined to make fun of me. I'll stand back here, thank you.
::2. Player: Aerie's right, Imoen. It's a very serious subject.
::Imoen: Well, excuse me, <LADY/LORD> Serious Pants. I'll just trot on down to the end of the line, then, and wait for my head to explode. Sheesh.
Throne of Bhaal only, if romance with the player has gone far enough :
:Aerie: Imoen... you grew up in Candlekeep too, did you not? Since you were very young?
:Imoen: Yup. I was climbing the walls and driving the monks up them since I was a little girl. Why?
:Aerie: Well... you grew up with <CHARNAME> then, didn't you?
:Imoen: Sure did. We were both Gorion's wards, and it wasn't like there were lots of us kids around, you know.
:Aerie: I've a few questions about <CHARNAME>, then... if you wouldn't mind me asking. They're a bit... personal.
:Imoen: Heck, I don't mind. Um... <CHARNAME> might, though. You think he can hear us?
:Aerie: Maybe. Let's go talk about this somewhere more private, then. I'm just dying of curiosity...
===With Jaheira===
:Aerie: This... this light makes your hair look really pretty, Jaheira.
:Jaheira: Don't be a fool, it does nothing of the sort.
:Aerie: But—
:Jaheira: Put your silly romantic notions aside, Aerie. This isn't some childish fantasy, nor some grand adventure. Any one of us could die out here at any moment.
:Aerie: But we can go to the priests and—and they raise us from the dead again, as good as new, can't we?
:Jaheira: Sometimes they don't come back! Sometimes some people, no matter how much you love them and no matter what you try to do, get... they get taken away. 
:You're young, Aerie... You'll figure it out soon enough.
If Aerie has less than 10 HP remaining :
:Jaheira: You musn't let yourself get so wounded, Aerie. I won't always be around to bandage you, you know.
:Aerie: I'm a healer too, Jaheira.
:Jaheira: And what good are your spells now? You should be more frugal and not cast them all at once.
:Aerie: Y-yes, ma'am.
:Jaheira: And don't stutter; it doesn't become you.
If Aerie has less than 10 HP remaining :
:Jaheira: I see you are hurt, child. I will carry what extra I can if it will lighten your load.
:Aerie: I am not weak, Jaheira, and you were as likely to be hurt as I!
:Jaheira: I have more experience in battle, Aerie. Any wound I received might have killed you comparatively.
:Aerie: So you say, but I shall not learn avoidance of such by cowering behind you.
===With Jan===
:Aerie: Jan, how come you're always telling stories?
:Jan: Because they're true, every last one of them, even the one about my great-grandfather slaying the dragon.
:Aerie: A dragon? Really?
:Jan: Well not really, but close. He thought it was a dragon. He was experimenting with glass, grinding it down to make prisms and lenses, you see, because his daughter, my grandmother, was so cross-eyed that, until she was twelve years old, all she ever saw of the world was the nose in the center of her face. You never had that problem as a child, did you?
:Aerie: Me? Oh no, not that...
:Jan: Good, I wouldn't recommend it to anyone. So my great-grandfather had put together a great series of lenses and prisms, I think twelve in all, and attached them to a leather helm he had, the strap of which always chafed under the chin. Then, all of a sudden, a cloud passed in front of the sun.
:Aerie: Oh my! Was it the dragon?
:Jan: No, no, it happened precisely as I tell it to you now: A cloud passed in front of the sun and my great-grandfather looked up from his work so quickly that a dragonfly got caught between two of the prisms over his left eye and clung there for dear life. Of course you can't imagine the hullabaloo this caused, my dear!
:Aerie: No, I can imagine it just fine, Mister Jansen.
:Jan: There he was, throwing all his tools and turnips into the distance where he assumed his greatly magnified adversary to be, and he was running and hollering and telling us to get in the house while he tried to lure the ravaging beast into the backyard of our southside neighbors against whom he had always held a grudge.
:Aerie: Whatever happened?
:Jan: What do you expect happened? We just assumed that he hadn't been taking his herbs and berries again and all wrestled him to the ground, ruining his precious lens-helm in the process, I'm afraid. It took us a good hour to calm him down and figure out what the truth of the whole matter had been. Now, do you know what the moral of the story is, Aerie?
:Aerie: Always wipe your lenses?
:Jan: Hmm, that will do nicely. I hadn't come up with one for this story yet.
:Aerie: And your grandmother, did he make her a new lens-hat so she could finally see?
:Jan: What? Oh no, no, it was an idea doomed to fail, I'm afraid. Two years later she lost her nose in a bizarre harvest accident and she's been seeing just fine ever since.
:Jan: So you come from the winged folk, do you, lass?
:Aerie: Y-yes—yes, sir.
:Jan: No need to be formal, lassie. Call me Jan. I was recently reminded of my ex-brother-in-law, Burt Wunderkind, fabulous griffon-baiter.
:Aerie: A... A griffon-baiter?
:Jan: Yes, of course. It's something of a cottage industry amongst Amnian gnomes. Quite simple, I've heard. You merely tame a couple of wyverns and WHOOSH, tear through the sky to fling insults at the hapless griffons.
:Aerie: Oh, I didn't think you could tame a wyvern. 
:Jan: Really? Everyone I know has a pet wyvern. Taming wyverns is child's play, literally. As children, we'd tame wyverns. It's easy since they have such an affinity for turtles. Back in the old days it used to rain turtles on even days and frogs on odd days. 
:Aerie: Why, that's ridiculous!
:Jan: That's what I thought until the drought hit. There were ornery wyverns everywhere. After a rich diet of turtle mash, you couldn't expect them to merely accept bacon without eating a few human nobles, now, could you?
:Of course, by then, Burt was such successful griffon-baiter that the authorities just couldn't find it in their hearts to make us leash the wyverns. The loss of the noble class is truly a small price to pay to maintain the continuity of such a fine sport. There's nothing like the look of incredulity on a griffon's face to keep one's spirits up.
:Aerie: I... I wish I could fly. I haven't since I was a—since I was a kid.
:Jan: Don't you worry, lass. If Burt ever pops by, we'll get you up in the air faster than a chicken with one of Jan Jansen's Flasher Master Bruiser Mates tied to his rear. Trust me, that is fast!
Throne of Bhaal only :
:Aerie: You seem to be limping, Jan. Have you been hurt recently?
:Jan: No, lass, I'm not hurt, and the limp is not new. I've had it as long as you've known me. 'Tis a wooden leg, you see. I was smuggling crackers into Waterdeep several years back (the council had outlawed them due to near constant cracker-related debauchery, you see... I couldn't let THAT pass...).
:The council had sealed off all ports and mobilized the army to stop illegal cracker entry. The city was shut down, martial law was declared, and people huddled in their homes for fear and want of crackers. I could not stand idly by while such persecution was visited on the somewhat innocent peoples of Waterdeep. So I smuggled crackers. Salted, unsalted, and herb-riddled alike, it mattered not. All came in, and all were consumed in secret orgies of cracker-related tomfoolery.
:Then came the unpleasant business with the hanging. I hadn't seen Picklefeather's eyes bulge like that since that wyvern kicked him in the ba... (oops! Innocent elvish lass, have to watch the tongue) uh... in the arm (yes, that will do). The moral of the story is, you reap what you steal. I still own a warehouse full of saltines. I send a box to all of my friends each year. Seem to have fewer friends each year as a result, but that's to be expected.
:Aerie: What does that have to do with your wooden leg?
:Jan: What wooden leg? I have no wooden leg. 
:Aerie: Grrr! You're IMPOSSIBLE!
:Jan: Why, yes, I suppose I am at that. *grin*
===With Keldorn===
When entering the Circus Tent :
:Aerie: Coming back here seems so strange, Keldorn. One moment it makes me happy, and... and the next it just leaves me sad all over.
:Keldorn: They say homecomings are like that.
:(If Keldorn hasn't visited his family yet:)
:Aerie: What about you? Do you have a... a place to come home to?
:Keldorn: My faith is my home and... and by the will of Torm, I take it with me where I go...
:Aerie: Torm?
:Keldorn: Aye, the servant god, always ready to sacrifice himself in duty's name. I have a family I have not been with in some time; Torm requires sacrifice from us all.
:(If Keldorn has visited his family:)
:Aerie: I... I suppose you would know, wouldn't you? I—I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring it up that way.
:Keldorn: 'Tis a pain I live with, a truth I know. Speaking of it airs the soul.
:Aerie: Do you still love her?
:Keldorn: Aye... I always have and I always shall. That is the way of it, I guess.
:Aerie: Keldorn, do... do you have a moment?
:Keldorn: Of course I do, Aerie. What is it?
:Aerie: I... Quayle taught me to be a cleric, but—but I know so little of the world... He taught me to worship Baervan Wildwanderer, god of the gnomes...
:Keldorn: Baervan Wildwanderer: the Masked Leaf, the Forest Gnome. I have heard of him, but know little. I have dedicated my studies to the human pantheon, I fear.
:Aerie: I remember a few of the elven gods, but... oh, it was so long ago. And here I am, neither elf nor gnome nor human in my beliefs but a—a hodge-podge of them all... Am I wrong to be that way, Keldorn?
:Keldorn: Wrong? No, to some you be the ideal. You have dedicated yourself to the church in all its forms and to that purest form: your own heart.
:Aerie: My heart?
:Keldorn: We all have a tendency to divide the pantheons, to pray to deities that are easiest to appease or have the greatest impact on us and then ignore the rest...
:Keldorn: Your life has not been easy, Aerie, but it has taught you much, in its own way.
:Aerie: Oh, thank you, Keldorn... One of these days, you'll have to teach me all the things you say I've learned.
:Keldorn: Or you me, Aerie. Or you me...
===With Korgan===
:Korgan: Aerie? AERIE! Cease yer whinin'! I'd swear on my father's coal cart ye were one o' them fey elves with all the blasted cryin' coming from ye.
:Aerie: Eek!
When Aerie stands less than 3 units away from Korgan : 
:Korgan: Outta my way, brat!
:Aerie: Eek!
When an "Eek!" dialogue has already taken place :
:Korgan: You there, elf girl. I be tired of yer constant miscastin' of magic while we be in the heat of battle. Can't ye do anything right, girl?!
:Aerie: I—I tried my—my best, sir.
:Korgan: Well, it ain't good enough now, is it?!
Later : 
:Korgan: Quit yer whinin', wench. So you be tired; we care not. Sleep when death takes ahold o' ye, which would be a welcome respite for the rest of us... god knows!
:Aerie: You are a filthy and horrible little man, Korgan! If he's—if he's still with us this time tomorrow, I'm going back to the circus!
:Korgan: Aye, we'll miss you like a good club to the head, won't we, <CHARNAME>? Har har har!
One day later :
:Korgan: Ha ha! Look a' the sky, missy. Yer day's up, and I'm still 'ere. Ol' <CHARNAME> didn't e'en break it to ya gently. Take the hint and head back to yer little circus, girlie.
:Aerie: F-fine! I'll go! If <CHARNAME> has a... a thug like you around, then there's no need for me, is there?! *leaves party*
Throne of Bhaal only :
:Korgan: Aerie, ye wingless freak! Ye better spend some time practicing yer spells afore the next battle! I won't put up with any more of yer screw-ups!
:Aerie: Leave me alone, you brute! I'm in no mood for this today!
:Korgan: Aye, ye're never in the mood for nothin' but weepy sentimentality! Stop playin' adventurer and go back to yer cage in the circus! At least if people pay a copper or two to see yer gangly, misshapen form, ye might be worth somethin'!
:Aerie: I can look after myself, you vile little man! <CHARNAME> knows I can hold my own when the rough stuff starts!
:Korgan: Ye're nothin' but a scrawny, whiny, stump-backed, miscastin' mage wannabe!
:Aerie: I'm sick of your insults, you bastard! You're worth less than the feces of an unwashed kobold! You're stupid, bigoted, mean, small-minded, and small-membered! Now leave me alone, or I'll cast a spell of withering on that pathetic excuse for a manhood you're always scratching at between your legs!
:Korgan: Aye, that's what I been waitin' fer. You'll be blushin' fer a week when ye calm down and realize what ye've said, lassie! My work here is done—har har har!
===With Mazzy===
:Mazzy: Aerie, dear... I see that you begin to become more confident in this world, which is undoubtedly quite strange to you. You're learning what it's like to live and thrive here.
:Aerie: Yes, civilization is—is still a bit frightening, though.
:Mazzy: Sometimes I am frightened by what I see as well. You are right to be. There is corruption everywhere. You must constantly challenge yourself to remain pure.
:Aerie: Challenge myself?
:Mazzy: You are good by nature, Aerie, but perhaps a little naive. Devious people will try to take advantage, especially in mercenary settlements like Athkatla.
:Aerie: How can you tell whom to trust, Mazzy?
:Mazzy: Seek those who value honor. Observe before you accept, especially in times of adversity. Watch companions in conflict, and you will see them as they truly are. 
:Aerie: I—I'll do what I can, Mazzy... I know I can always trust you.
:Mazzy: Thank you, Aerie. You are truly a beautiful soul.
When in the Temple of Lathander :
:Mazzy: Ah, my spirit always flies so free in this place.
:Aerie: Really?
:Mazzy: It rides the skies with the solars, Aerie... One day I shall be a paladin atop a white griffon, and you will be a valiant flying squire. Wouldn't that be wonderful?
:Aerie: I... I don't have my wings anymore, Mazzy, and... and I'm never going to get them back. They're gone.
:Mazzy: Dream a little, girl, especially here where the gods are listening. Faith is such a beautiful thing to hold on to, Aerie.
:Aerie: But it won't give me wings...
:Mazzy: No, it probably won't... But it gives you a chance to dream at least, doesn't it?
:Look, an imaginary griffon beats an old nag any day, and... a friend like you beats any halfwit squire who would stoop so low as to help a halfling on her horse... You see?
:Aerie: I... I see, Mazzy... And—and thank you.
:Mazzy: I thought you might... Now come, we've got a world to face, don't we, girl?
Throne of Bhaal only :
:Aerie: Mazzy? Do you think you'll ever be a true paladin for Arvoreen?
:Mazzy: I am a Truesword for my god, Aerie. That is as close as I can expect to come. To hope for otherwise would be foolish and naive of me.
:Aerie: Yes, but I was told that there was a time that halflings were rogues only... that you would never find one that was a cleric or even a warrior such as yourself anywhere.
:Mazzy: That's true, if unfortunate. But that was a long time ago, Aerie... things have changed since then.
:Aerie: But maybe things could change again? Maybe your people could become paladins and rangers and even mages one day, without limitation. Wouldn't that be exciting?
:Mazzy: Yes, yes, and maybe my people will become skinny, wear shoes, and have big, long skulls. Really, Aerie, you needn't keep your head in the clouds ALL the time.
:Aerie: Well, it was just a thought.
:Mazzy: And it wasn't a bad one. But it's not likely that the gods are going to revamp the halflings and come out with a "third edition," as it were, now, is it?
:Aerie: Oh, you never know. The gods do strange things sometimes.
===With Minsc===
:Minsc: Ahh, this land is fine... but I wish I could show Boo the fields of Rashemen. We could run free through the snow... ah, though Boo would look some kind of funny in a drift, I tell you this. Ha ha!
:Aerie: You are from Rashemen? I had—I had thought such a land was the stuff of fable.
:Minsc: No, it is as real as Minsc, though even larger! It lies far in the direction of the sun at morning. Ah, but it has been long since I left it. 
:Aerie: Why would you ever travel so far from home? I—I was torn from mine and had no choice.
:Minsc: I was on my dajemma, a journey to prove my manhood! Oh, we were a pair, me and my witch! I was to watch over Dynaheir and bring her home in... in safety. 
:Oh, Boo, I can never return to Rashemen! I am proven unworthy! I am no man, and you are no hamster... we are lost! Oh the sorrow!
:Aerie: Oh, don't cry. You and Boo have fought bravely! Who could count the foes you've vanquished?! Dynaheir would be proud of you...
:Minsc: You have been good friends, you and <CHARNAME>... Minsc would ask something! Will you be my witch, Aerie? Boo and I are nothing without a witch...
:Aerie: If you will be my guardian, Minsc, I shall be your witch. Your dajemma has not been for nothing, and Dynaheir's death shall not go unavenged.
:Minsc: My sword, my soul, my hamster... all of these I pledge to... to Aerie, my witch... HEAR THAT, EVIL?! MINSC HAS A NEW WITCH! WOE IS YOU!
When Aerie dies and is resurrected :
:Minsc: You are okay, Aerie? ... Boo tried his best to save you.
:Aerie: Oh! You and Boo did all you could, Minsc... Oh, cheer up, you two—I'm back, aren't I?
:Minsc: Wine, everyone! Song! The witch lives!
When in a forest :
:Aerie: Isn't the... Isn't the forest wonderful, Minsc? All the birds flying about, making you dizzy!
:Minsc: Boo likes the forest, but Minsc? Oh, every time Boo plays in the leaves, Minsc has to give him another bath.
:Aerie: Haha! But Boo likes his baths too, doesn't he?
:Minsc: Of course he does, and it makes him squirm so much that I fear losing him. If he got loose... I worry what such a powerful creature would do if left unchecked.
:Aerie: Well, just make sure you don't clutch him too firmly, Minsc. Give him some... some space and room to grow.
:Minsc: Aye, and when we face a foe, I shall show them his pointy teeth!
Throne of Bhaal only :
:Aerie: Minsc, why don't you tell me a little about Rashemen? You've talked about it before, but never described it... and I've never heard anyone else mention it at all.
:Minsc: This is because Rashemen is a very far ways away. Once, Boo kept track for me of the number of steps I have taken since beginning my dajemma, but *sigh* Boo has since forgotten.
:Boo claims that the number is very large. Larger, maybe, than the number of butts that Minsc has deservedly kicked along the way. I find this hard to believe, even though Boo is usually very reliable in these matters.
:Aerie: Yes... so Rashemen is very far away. But what sort of place is it? Did you like it?
:Minsc: It is a wonderful place with many fields. It could only be better, maybe, if every ranger of the Berserker Lodge had his very own hamster. Just think of the implications!
:Aerie: But what of the witches? You said Dynaheir was a witch, right?
:Minsc: Yes, Dynaheir was a good Rashemaar witch. But I am not so certain that the witches have need of their own hamsters. Dynaheir never approved of Boo... she used to glare at Boo so, it frightened him sometimes.
:Aerie: *giggle* Oh, never mind, you big galoot.
Throne of Bhaal only, if Aerie has become Minsc's witch :
:Minsc: Aerie! Boo has been mulling over a question for you. Never have I seen a hamster concentrate so! He has been so very quiet I thought perhaps I rolled over on him last night, which caused me great concern.
:Aerie: If "Boo" wishes to ask me a question, Minsc, then he should feel free to do so.
:Minsc: But Boo's question is of such a personal nature... well, the thought of it makes me blush right down to my buttocks.
:Aerie: I... see. Perhaps Boo should ask me anyway to get it off his chest. We... wouldn't want a hamster to bottle up all that anxiety, now, would we?
:Minsc: You are very insightful! Such bottling could lead to all sorts of un-hamster-like explosions! Well... Boo wonders why you do not perform all your duties, since you are our witch?
:Aerie: My duties? I thought you were supposed to protect me... I didn't know there were any duties involved. And what's so personal about this?
:Minsc: Well... a Rashemani witch accompanies a ranger on his dajemma and teaches him the lore of herbs, among other things. Well... Minsc and Boo have discovered a need of some of this lore, maybe.
:After frolicking in a bush that we now consider to be of suspicious nature, both Boo and I have contracted the Calishite itch in rather... private places. A salve would be most joyously anticipated!
:Aerie: I... I... ah, I'll do what I can, Minsc.
:Minsc: Many thanks, Aerie! Soon, maybe, Boo can return his little mind to thoughts of butt-kicking instead of butt-itching, and I for one shall be very relieved!
===With Nalia===
:Aerie: Nalia?
:Nalia: Yes, my dear?
:Aerie: How come you care so much for people?
:Nalia: It has to start somewhere, Aerie.
:Aerie: What has to start?
:Nalia: Love... justice... the rights of people to choose their own destiny in this world.
:Aerie: But don't the gods choose our destinies?
:Nalia: Oh, Aerie, with the exception of Gond, our gods are not clockmakers. They have made us living, breathing creatures with minds, emotions, desires.
:Aerie: Only birth and death are destiny; all else is choice and consequence... Come, the sun is setting, and it casts long shadows on our thoughts.
When Aerie has less than 25% HP :
:Nalia: Could we get a bit of help over here? Someone in the party is injured and needs attention. Aerie, are you all right?
:Aerie: Ugh! It—it hurts, Nalia.
:Nalia: We need a cleric here! She's injured!
:Aerie: It's all right, I can—I shall heal myself.
:Nalia: All right, Aerie... but be careful out there.
Throne of Bhaal only :
:Aerie: Nalia, I've noticed that you've been very quiet as of late. Grim, even. Is something wrong?
:Nalia: Just because I don't feel the need to express every thought that crosses my mind, this is supposed to mean something is wrong?
:Aerie: Well, no... it's just that you used to be friendlier.
:Nalia: I've got a lot on my mind, Aerie. I'm not the same girl desperate to save her castle. I'm an archmage now... I could have handled those trolls myself now if I needed to.
:Aerie: That doesn't mean you have to change, Nalia. You're still the same person inside, aren't you?
:Nalia: When you have the power to disintegrate someone with little thought, it means you have to be more careful, Aerie. You should know this just as well as I.
:Aerie: There's no need to talk down to me like that. I know what you mean... you just used to care more.
:Nalia: I do care. Whining about how things should be better will not improve things. Attaining the power to make real change might, however. But enough... we've things to do.
Throne of Bhaal only :
:Nalia: Aerie? Do you remember anything about your home?
:Aerie: Faenya-Dail? A... a little bit. I remember my mother, mostly. I remember missing it so much in the circus that my heart ached.
:I remember that the avariel used to make these open-aired buildings with great columns of marble. There were sculptures of glass that would burst with colors when the sun broke from the clouds.
:Nalia: Do you ever intend to go back there?
:Aerie: That... that's a cruel thing to ask. How could I?
:Nalia: There's no reason you couldn't, Aerie. You're a powerful mage and cleric both. Finding it would be no trouble now, and you deserve their respect, wings or no wings.
:Aerie: It's not like that, Nalia. The avariel... they would never accept me like this. I wouldn't be one of them.
:Nalia: You could make them accept you. It isn't right. You've been through so much...
:Aerie: I... wouldn't want to make them do anything. I don't belong there anymore. I belong down here, as I am... accepting that was far harder.
:Nalia: I wouldn't feel the same way... but then, it's not my home. As long as you're happy, Aerie.
===With Neera===
:Aerie: Neera? C-can I ask you a question? It's just—well, you seem so self-possessed. How do you do it? How do you make yourself confident?
:Neera: Self-possessed and confident? Have you MET me? I'm a bundle of nerves! Every time one of my spells goes off, I worry it's going to go way, wayyyy off.
:Aerie: But you cast them anyway. If I feared my spells would go wrong, I don't think I would.
:Neera: I suppose I keep casting spells because that's who I am. If I stopped, I wouldn't know myself anymore. I'd be a fish without fins, a bird without—uhh...
:Aerie: Without wings? Yes. Flying was that way for me once. Perhaps that is why I feel as I do.
:Neera: I'm sorry, Aerie! Gods! My foot's so far in my mouth I'm chewing on my ankle! It tastes terrible! Don't cry! I am so sorry. I didn't mean to—
:Aerie: It's not your fault, Neera. I just need a moment to myself, please.
Throne of Bhaal only :
:Aerie: Do you remember a conversation we had some time ago? About how your wild magic makes you who you are?
:Neera: I remember that it ended with you crying. That's Neera! If she can't do you in with uncontrollable arcane might, she'll beat you down with rampant insensitivity.
:Aerie: Don't think about it that way. Remember how you said you wouldn't know yourself anymore if you stopped using wild magic?
:Neera: Yes.
:Aerie: The magic is a part of you. And just as importantly, the magic is how you make your impression on the things around you.
:Neera: More or less. I can't always control the impression's size, shape, or color, though. Or smell. Or anything, really.
:Aerie: Right... Well, I realized that flying was wonderful, but... flying above everything didn't help me affect what happened below.
:Now, though, my magic and devotion to Baervan Wildwanderer help me change the things around me. Would I have done as much good in the world had I not lost my wings?
:Neera: No. Maybe? I don't know. If you ask me, what matters is your conviction that you can do good without them.
===With Rasaad===
If Aerie and Rasaad aren't in a romance :
:Aerie: Hello, Rasaad.
:Rasaad: Good <DAY/NIGHT>, Aerie. What can I do for you?
:Aerie: Oh—nothing.
:Rasaad: Very good.
:Aerie: ...
:Rasaad: Are you sure there's nothing I can do for you?
:Aerie: I was wondering—I mean, I know what it's like to be alone.
:Rasaad: We are not alone, Aerie. We have <CHARNAME>.
::1. Player: And each other.
::Rasaad: Obviously.
:::1. Player: You're blowing a wonderful opportunity right now and you don't even know it, do you?
:::2. Player: You have no clue what's happening here, do you? Stunning...
:::3. Player: That's not the only thing that's obvious.
:::Rasaad: (same reply to all) What do you mean?
:::Player: *sigh* It doesn't matter anymore.
::2. Player: Yeah! What am I, chopped horse meat?
::Aerie: No! I just meant— I mean— Never mind.
::Rasaad: Is our avariel friend all right, <CHARNAME>?
:::1. Player: No. And you didn't help matters.
:::Rasaad: I was merely trying to point out that Aerie is not so alone as she thinks.
::::1. Player: I think she's perfectly aware of how lonely she is.
::::Rasaad: To be alone is not the same thing as being lonely.
:::::1. Player: That is true. Incredibly, fantastically, spectacularly, RELEVANTLY to this conversation true.
:::::Rasaad: What do you mean? (...)
:::::2. Player: The latter's usually easier to deal with—if the person you turn to understands the situation.
:::::Rasaad: Very true.
::::::1. Player: Yes, it is. VERY true.
::::::2. Player: This situation I describe, does it maybe seem familiar to you?
::::::Rasaad: Should it?
::::::Aerie: I— Excuse me, I— Excuse me.
::::::3. Player: Gods help you, Rasaad. I fear nobody else can.
::::::Rasaad: What do you mean? (...)
:::::3. Player: I shall leave you to discuss this with Aerie in private.
::::2. Player: You have no idea what just happened, do you?
::::Rasaad: What do you mean? (...)
::::3. Player: Doing so will not make her feel less lonely.
::::Rasaad: To be alone is not the same thing as (...)
:::2. Player: As good as she gets, I'm afraid.
:::3. Player: Has she ever been?
::3. Player: Leave me out of this.
Throne of Bhaal only, when outside :
:Aerie: The weather is turning.
:Rasaad: It is a little chilly.
:Aerie: If we didn't have bad weather, we'd never appreciate it when it was good. You taught me that.
:Rasaad: I did?
:Aerie: Without the dark, how does one recognize the light?
===With Sarevok===
If Sarevok is still evil :
:Sarevok: What is this I see? A wingless bird. How fitting that you should flop along with this group, eager to prove your worth.
:Aerie: I have already proven my worth. To everyone as well as myself.
:Sarevok: Brave words. But I think you mouth platitudes you can't even understand.
:Aerie: It... it doesn't matter what you think. I am no frightened elf within the circus anymore. I've learned enough so that evil like yours makes me only feel pity.
:Sarevok: Pity, is it? You should feel fear instead, girl. Were <CHARNAME> not your companion and protector, you would be nothing before me.
:Aerie: Think what you like. It is you who are nothing before my god and before my faith. Baervan and Aerdrie Faenya would both sweep you as if you were dust before them.
:Sarevok: Bah! They come at your beck and call to protect your miserable life, do they?
:Aerie: They protect me. But seeing as even <CHARNAME> was once enough to defeat you, and that was a long time ago, you shouldn't go asking for more than you can handle.
:Sarevok: Keep thinking that, girl. You haven't a clue what true evil is.
===With Valygar===
If Lavok hasn't been killed yet :
:Valygar: I cannot understand it, Aerie. Why this magic—why from you, of all people? You are too innocent and good to practice such things.
:Aerie: But... but it is who I am—it is how Quayle taught me.
:Valygar: I know, I know, but... magic corrupts. The very power of magic twists a mage's soul a little each day. There's always one more spell to learn or cast.
:Before you know it, you've spent your life in the library, having never seen the light of day, never truly lived. Believe me, I know this only too well.
:Aerie: But that is how I was in the circus when I was kept in a—a cage. It was horrible, Valygar, but Quayle came and healed me... healed my sores where...
:He healed where my wings had come off... He taught... he taught me magic, and it freed me. It's not spells that change people. Good people do good things...
:Valygar: ...I hope you're right, Aerie. For your sake and mine...
Throne of Bhaal only :
:Valygar: You know, Aerie... I should confess something to you. You didn't turn out at all like I expected you might.
:Aerie: *giggle* Oh, if I didn't know you better, Valygar, I think I'd have to take that the wrong way! Ha ha ha ha!
:Valygar: I suppose it didn't come out quite like I meant it, did it? I'm sorry, Aerie... I only meant that all my warnings of your impending corruption by magic have been proven false. Fortunately.
:Aerie: Oh, I don't know, Valygar. This doesn't mean that I'll never be corrupted by my magic... just not yet.
:Valygar: You shouldn't joke about such things, Aerie. Your heart is purer than I gave it credit for, and that gladdens me. But I've seen good, honest people turned to greed and hate by magic... it's a fate I wouldn't wish on anyone.
:Aerie: I... didn't mean to joke about that. I know about your past... and I don't think I could ever be like that. Magic is a power I can use to help people, and that's all.
===With Viconia===
:Viconia: So, sister of light, they tell me you were of the winged folk.
:Aerie: I—I don't know what you're after, drow. Just—just stay away from me.
:Viconia: But you have lost your wings and fallen... What a pity. Perhaps you shall join me below and I shall teach you the ways of the dark goddess.
:Aerie: Get away from me, Viconia! I—I want nothing to do with your type, and you'll not get me down there!
:Viconia: It must be crushing to your flimsy spirit that once you soared with eagles on wings crafted by angels and now you're but a sad urchin, covered in dust of an earth you once rode wind above.
:Aerie: Viconia, why are you so cruel? There's absolutely no reason to be so foul and petty, no reason at all!
:Viconia: Stop whining, magpie. Oh, terribly sorry, bird metaphors are forbidden because you can't fly anymore.
===With Yoshimo===
If Aerie has died before and has been resurrected :
:Yoshimo: Amidst tears and laughter, an angel rises! Hail, Aerie, and welcome back.
:Aerie: I—I'm sorry, <CHARNAME>, it... it won't happen again.
:Yoshimo: No apologies from so fair a blossom. We were fools to let you fall.
:Aerie: Please, Yoshimo, just let me—let me gather up my belongings.
:Yoshimo: As you wish, lass.
===With a fisherman at Athkatla Docks===
:Fisherman: Aye now... why are ye looking so crossed-eye at me, hm?
:Aerie: I... I'm sorry... *cough* it's just that... I hate the smell of fish
:Fisherman: Eh? That smell ye wrinkle yer nose at be the smell o' fish, an' it's what feeds me children, that's what!
:Aerie: I shall say a good word towards the heavens and hope your bounty returns.
:Fisherman: Words don't fill the nets, missy. Thanks anyway.
===With Pehllus Tanislove===
:Pehllus Tanislove: "Hmmm. You've lovely features there, girl, for an elf. Such lovely blue eyes. Perhaps I will forget about Oriana and the two of us shall go somewhere together, yes?"
:Aerie: "Hmph. I'd rather see you "go somewhere" with your toady there. Uncle Quayle warned me well enough about dirty old men like you."
	You... you have the key! Or, rather, the sword! Please, please, give it to me and—and I can be rid of this illusionary form at last!
	My hands... my skin, it's real again! Oh, thank you, Baervan! Oh, we must find Quayle... and stop Kalah before he does any more harm!
	*giggle* It's—it is nice to have a woman in charge for a change. Men always steal the blankets! *giggle*
	Haer'Dalis... you've been staring at our leader with that look off and on for several hours now. Don't you think that's a little rude?
	So... tell me a little about Sigil, my bard. Do you think we might travel there someday?
	I... oh, Haer'Dalis! I never expected for any of this to happen. I... I love both you and him in different ways; I—I cannot simply choose between you!
	Shut up, drow! Shut up! Ugh! As if anyone would listen to... to the opinions of some poisonous serpent! Spend your venom elsewhere, Viconia; he won't listen to you!
	I am sure you want to continue as we were?
	I have been thinking... I shall never fly again... never taste the freedom of my wings, I am sure of it. I... I don't know if I can face this wretched existence on the ground...!
	I... I need you to tell me what the worth of a life on the ground is. Is there anything to compare to the freedom of living in the clouds?
	We're—we're stopping? *sob* I just feel like collapsing here and dying; I just don't think I can go on.
	I—I should never have let you take me from the circus! You're all heartless, every last one of you!
	You rescued me! Oh, I knew you would. That's why I care about you, you know. You never let your loved ones down.
	I came to Hell to help my friend! Who helps you, Irenicus? Demons? You are going to die alone in Hell, and you know it!
	*gasp* M-mother?! Oh, Mother! W-what...? How can it be you? Where are your wings?!
	You...? I didn't know, Mama, I... I di—
	No! Mama, don't say that! That didn't happen! Wizards couldn't have murdered you. No!
	No! NOO! *sob* No, please! Make it stop, <CHARNAME>, make it STOP!
	*gasp* You... you stayed, <CHARNAME>! Oh, my love! I'm so happy! We will have a life together... a good life! You, me, and the baby... You won't regret this, you won't, I swear!
==Commands==
	I'm so happy you brought me with you! I never imagined that we would be doing such great things! 	Happy
	*sigh* This isn't as wonderful as I thought it would be... traveling with you. 	Unhappy-annoyed
	I don't... agree... with what you're doing. If you don't change things soon, well then... I'll just have to... to leave! 	Unhappy-serious
	I'm leaving! I can't believe you are so horrible! I'd have been better off at the circus! 	Unhappy-break
	You... you want me to lead? I... I'll try my best... 	Leader
	Ahhh, my legs are just aching... I've never walked so much in my life! Can... can we rest now, please? 	Tired
	I didn't realize there'd be so much standing around... 	Bored
	I... I don't like the looks of this! 	Battlecry1
	I'll hurt you if I have to! 	
Battlecry2
	I... I won't let my friends be hurt! 	
Battlecry3
	Uh! 	Damage
	Oh... I... I need some healing... Oh, it hurts so much! 	Hurt
	 	Dying
	Oh... I can't help but remember what the forests in the north looked like from the sky. They're... they're so majestic! 	Forest
	I... I never saw much of the cities from the circus. Are they all so crowded like this? 	City
	Oooh... we have such stories amongst my people. Being underground is just not for the avariel... 	Dungeon
	You... might think it's silly, but at least in the daytime you can see what's coming! 	Day
	My... my mother used to tell me such stories about the terrible things that come out in the night. But... oh, you must think me foolish...	Night
	Yes? 	Select1
	I'll help however I can. 	Select2
	What can I do? 	Select3
	This is a lot more exciting than any circus! 	Select4
	Mmm? 	Select5
	You need something? 	Select6
	Faster than Chiktikka Fastpaws! 	Action1
	I'll do it. 	Action2
	In Baervan's name, it shall be done. 	Action3
	All right. 	Action4
	I'll do my best. 	Action5
	If... if you're sure... 	Action6
	*sigh* 	Action7
	Must I? 	Select rare1
	Uncle Quayle taught me well... I know I can be of great use to you! 	
Select rare2
	Oh my! 	Critical hit
	OHH! 	Critical miss
	My weapon does nothing! 	Target immune
	No, I can't carry any more. I—oh, I'm sorry, I dropped something. 	Inventory full
	I lost my spell. Sorry. 	Spell disrupted
Chapter 8
	Evil cannot be allowed to fester! 	Battlecry1
	Oh, this is going to hurt you a LOT more than me!	Battlecry2
	By all that is decent, I fight! 	Battlecry3
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