Hobgobwin: Target unled infantry!
Captain Price: Evacuate the Atrium?
Adam Antium: Not until we have orders!
Stand firm! Croak any fallen riders!
King Slately: Of all the incomprehensible gall!
King Slately: All units! Destroy the enemy flyers!
Prince Tramennis: No! Belay that!
Prince Tramennis: Casters! Shoot down the yellows only!
Use only stored spells from the tower! Save your own juice. No scrolls!
And evacuate the Atrium!
Prince Tramennis: And *I* am Chief Warlord, Father.
King Slately: Yes, very well.
But explain yourself, Warlord.
Prince Tramennis: Right. Look, with holes in the roof, we would be risking friendly casualties with arrows. At least until the Court area is evacuated...
King Slately: No, I meant why only yellows!
Why not the witch and the rest?
Prince Tramennis: Oh.
Prince Tramennis: He is posturing, Father. Trying to unsettle us.
Showing his contempt by doing the only thing he can, while he can.
Prince Tramennis: So we will wait out his tantrum, and tack on the damage in reparations.
And this is your way now, is it Ossomer?
Ossomer: I am... truly sorry, brother.
I will withdraw.
Prince Tramennis: No you will hold your position, "brother!"
I will be speaking with your Chief Warlord presently!
Maggie: The tower is engaging the yellow dwagon stacks, Lord. We've lost four... now five...
Parson: Arright, perfect.
I hereby promote all of our Hobgobwin units in the airspace to heavy units.
Parson: "Give Wanda the 'go' order.
Tell her: let's do lunch."