- 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?