HAROLD: "What are you lot doing here?"

Knight: "Ah, I knew I’d find you here! This man is Harold. Always training here or maintaining the weapons."

Knight: "Though, it'll never get you promoted back to your previous role."

HAROLD: "Hmph, you’ll thank me when your lance doesn’t split in half during combat."

HAROLD: "I don’t expect a lightweight like you to understand."

HAROLD: "War is about preparation. The ill-prepared will die."

*Harold looks at Arthur*

HAROLD: "Who is this you’ve brought here?"

Arthur: "I am Arthur. I just arrived from Fort Nelson and I am to be stationed here at Fort Valestone."

Arthur: "Well met, the gatekeepers spoke highly of you."

HAROLD: "Hmph, I could care less about the opinions of weaklings."

HAROLD: "You have the look of one who’s seen his fair share of battle."

HAROLD: "Humor me, let us spar!"

Arthur: "I don’t believe that’s necessary. I’m merely a new recruit, what do you stand to gain from beating me?"

HAROLD: "Are you afraid? I mistook you for a man! My mistake."

Arthur: "…If it’s a fight you want, then let it be done. I only hope you don’t regret your decision later."

HAROLD: "Hah, that’s more like it."

HAROLD: "You may try to play the sheep, but I can tell there’s a sleeping wolf within you!"

HAROLD: "It’s been a while since I had a good challenge. Here, take this dull blade!"

HAROLD: "I’d hate to accidentally kill you."