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A Few of Kitanya's Banters
Kitanya: Jaheira, what brought you to this part of Faerun?
Jaheira: Khalid and I made a promise to a friend. We promised <YOUR CHARACTER>'s father that we would look after his ward.
Kitanya: And your current presence? Is that based on that promise or upon the need to satiate your own vengeance against Irenicus?
Jaheira: Both, actually. Our promise to Gorion did not expire upon Khalid's death and that death drives me to destroy Irenicus and thwart whatever evil he intends.
Jaheira (if in first stage of romance): And besides, <YOUR CHARACTER> has proven himself to be a good friend.
Jaheira (if in exclusive romance): Besides, I would never leave <YOUR CHARACTER>'s side willingly.
Kitanya: Yet you should not allow that need for vengeance to blind your beliefs.
Jaheira: What? Kitanya, you have been the most forceful proponent of our hunt for Irenicus. What would make you say such a thing?
Kitanya: Only that as a druid, you are dedicated to upholding the balance. Despite my own views on this matter, one must understand and respect the beliefs of friends.
Jaheira: An interesting statement, but come. We are lagging behind the others.
Kitanya: Imoen, no matter what obstacles we encounter, you always manage to maintain high spirits.
Imoen: There is no point in being a tightrope, as our companions often seem to be.
Kitanya: But, don't you think such playfulness could get us into trouble?
Imoen: Nah!
Kitanya: Many aspects of our adventure require concentration and focus, young one.
Imoen: Focus? Concentration? I am a mage, aren't I? That's still no reason to abandon fun.
Kitanya: You have been giving me hostile glares since we first met, mage. What is it you want?
Edwin: Your animosity towards me is evident in your demeanor, slave! (Although I am surprised that the fool was perceptive enough to detect hostility.)
Kitanya: What?! I am a slave to no one, Thayvian! You least of all!
Edwin: Are not people supposed to be subservient to those superior to them? (If she is even capable of understanding such a concept.)
Kitanya: You are not now, nor will you ever be superior to anyone, mage. Now shut up!