[after being pulled out from snow by Godbert] Where... where am I? The snowy wastelands of Coerthas? And who are these people I see before me? [small pause, cue Hildibrand's theme music, realization and doing his signature pose and teeth shine thing] Ah, but of course! Who else would venture inhospitable climes and wake me from slumber sweet but my beloved fans.

Nashu, please. Note the firm, muscular legs, not unlike my own. 'Tis clearly a Lalafellin boy!

[to Cyr after he said that he cannot be serious to call mammet a Lalafellin boy] I am very soul of seriousness, good sir--especially in matter of deduction. This is undoubtedly a young boy who, much like myself, fell into a deep slumber being buried beneath the snow. Now then, let us gently wake him and ascertain his identity.