- Byron and Selene (B):
Byron: ... Unbelievable.
Selene: What do ye mean?
Byron: We're playing Chess, and so far, you've beaten me, 41 consecutive games in a row. How?!
Selene: Dunno. Once ye showed me de rules, I... kinda got good at it?
Byron: That doesn't explain how you've managed to outmaneuver me at the worst possible moments that I didn't see coming! Seriously, are you some kind of mind reader or something?!
Selene: Eh... I kinda saw yer eyes move in places of which piece yer gunna move next, so I kinda followed.
Byron: ... Should've taken your vision into account. I know that it's that of a hawk's but this precise?! ... I'll be damned, I'm... I'm astonished.
Selene: ... Does dat mean dat we can't play anymore?
Byron: ... Honestly, I'm not mad.
Selene: ... Wat?
Byron: Truth is, I only played Chess at various bars and taverns by betting gold and other supplies. I never got to... you know. Play for fun.
Selene: Ye never got to play for fun?
Byron: Nor I had others to play with. Kinda hard to do so, given that every day, I was evading town's watchmen and a couple ornery Knights of Faerghus looking to beat the shit out of me for laughs. I kinda... had no time for fun.
Selene: Fun... ye know, it's also new for me as well.
Byron: Let me hazard a guess and say that it's because of Fodlan.
Selene: Nah. Since Brigid. No one wanted to play with a lass bumping into trees and tripping over rocks. Me sister was me only friend I had, and well, she was too busy protectin' me from other kids trying to off me because I was weak.
Byron: You're not weak, Selene. You're just... divergent. To hell with them if they can't appreciate your gifts of having the eyes of a hawk! You're the best damn deadeye I've ever met! And I almost died to a few myself!
Selene: ... Yer jus sayin' dat to make me feel better.
Byron: I'm being real here. You have value. You're still alive and well. That's enough reason to feel good about yourself.
Selene: ... Ye kinda sound dumb wen yer tryin' to be nice.
Byron: It's hard.
Selene: ... Wanna go for another round?
Byron: Hmm, I think if we play the same game again, we'll be here until the heat death of the universe. I'd say... wanna play some cards?
Selene: I'll give ye a handicap by me wearin' glasses.
Byron: Ohohohoho, getting cheeky, aren't we?
