Gate of Memoirs/Under The Sea

The human world, it's a mess.
Portrait 	Dialogue
Music: "Source Hall"	Music: "Source Hall"
 	
*Wolf's Eye Skirmisher: Hrrrkk!
*Wolf's Eye Skirmisher: Damned...snake...
*As the Wolf's Eye collapses to the ground, part of his gauntlet begins to crumble away.
*Underneath the metal, the skin has been grotesquely charred with sickly veins inching along the joints of the fingers.
*Naga Warrior: Know your place, mnahn'!
*Naga Warrior: Hafh'drn, the wolves are slain.
 	
*Saerenthis: Good.
*Saerenthis: Now...land-walkers, care to enlighten me of this mess you find yourselves in?
 	
*The frazzled, weary human soldiers raise their weapons halfheartedly at this new threat.
*Human Lieutenant: Y-You're...the serpent-men of the West...
*Human Lieutenant: What do you want with us?
Music: "Overcome" 	Music: "Overcome"
 	
*A hysterical soldier suddenly collapses to his knees.
*Human Soldier: By the King, what have we done to offend the gods?!
*Human Soldier: What have we done to deserve this fate?!
*Human Soldier: Our Champion—turned—
*Human Soldier: How could he...burn it all...?
 	
*Saerenthis: This champion you speak of...wouldn't happen to be a man named Baelfyr, would he?
 	
*Human Lieutenant: How did you...
 	
*Saerenthis holds up a hand in a gentle, reassuring manner.
*Saerenthis: That need not concern you. 
*Saerenthis: What's more important is...we do not intend to add to your woes, *friends*.
 	
*Saerenthis: Treachery. Betrayal. Blood.
*Saerenthis: No sane living creature wishes for such a world of conflict.
*Saerenthis: We, the Naga, are no different.
*Saerenthis leans forward and brings his hand up to the lieutenant's face, his bright green eyes filled with concern.
*Saerenthis: How weary you are, child! You have suffered far too much.
 	
*Saerenthis: Come, you may find respite here, with us. Our Deep Goddess gladly welcomes all.
*Saerenthis: Look into my eyes, grah'n.
*Saerenthis: Return to the gentle embrace of the seas.
*Saerenthis: Let my voice soothe you, and give you rest...
 	
*Enticed by the High Priest, the soldiers shuffle into the midst of their serpent hosts,
*and with weary feet, make their way toward the temple resting atop the waves.