[Somewhat tired sound. You sound amazed at the protagonist's achievements for his stature compared to you.]

"I am maze-touched, and you are the one they say will end this war and cure the disease afflicting me. All of this after merely defeating Gredoir…I had imagined you would be taller."

[You know the young man's attempt will be futile but you are touched by his caring and determination]

“You are welcome to try would-be savior.” (After the spell fails) “I thank you for the attempt, the short one is correct however. Maybe you can save all of us, but not if you die trying to save me.”

[She has just been asked about her affliction. A hint of lonliness in seeing the world in the way she does.]

“The Maze is your concept of reality. It is a lie, designed to confuse you. It throws obstacles in your way and leads you down dead-ends. Most creatures, even my fellow minotaurs, are unable to see the Maze for what it is. Those who are able to are known as mazewalkers. They see it as the lie it is, and are able to see through the lie to the truth, or they are able to create more lies for others to see.”