| Him | Where d'you think you're going? | |
| Me | To the house, of course. | |
| Him | Onar pays us not to let guys like you in here! | |
| Him | Just don't let any militia in here! - Those were his exact words. | |
| Me | I want to talk to Lee! | |
| Him | What do you want from him? | |
| Him | Lee is in the right wing. Don't even think about wandering around anywhere else! | |
| Me | I want to join the mercenaries! | |
| Him | Ah, fresh cannon fodder! Then go on in. | |
| Him | But above all, leave Onar alone! He doesn't like it when people talk to him without being asked. Especially not guys like you. | |
| Me | He and I go way back ... | |
| Him | YOU'RE a pal of Lee's? I don't believe a word! But go on in, if he doesn't recognize you, you'll know it ... (laughs) | |
| Me | How's it going? | |
| Him | Go on in, if you want, but don't babble at me. | |