Wyll/banter

A collection of Wyll's remarks and overhead conversations with other characters.

Remarks

Selected

Sharp as ever.
Blade at the ready.
At the ready.
A hero at heart.
Where am I needed?
Defender of the people.
The pride of the Gate.

Selected (in combat)

Let's make it count.
The Blade will not bend!
On the victor's path.
Forever dauntless!
This is my time!
Battle favours the fearless.
No holding back!

Selected (sneaking)

On the prowl.
Strength in silence.
Keeping quiet.
Watching and waiting.
Eyes open, mouth shut.
Out of sight, out of mind.

Selection spam

Could do for a brew.
Where there's a 'Wyll', there's a 'y'.
Ever get the sense that someone's watching?
So two halflings walk under a bar...

Selection spam (in combat)

Can't hear myself think!
Wear your scars proudly.
As my father once told me: 'Can we get on with it?'
I find moderation is key.

Selection spam (sneaking)

Bad time for an itch.
Could do for a brew.
So two halflings walk under a bar...
Shush. No, really. Shush.

Moving

Ever onward.
Checking things out.
Keeping pace.
Two steps at a time.
One move ahead.
Best foot forward.
Heading out.
And I'm off.

Moving (in combat)

Coming through!
Finding my way.
Fleet of foot.
Two steps at a time!
Making my move!
No time to waste.

Moving (sneaking)

Careful...
Quiet as a moonbeam.
Every step counts.
Not a peep.

Hiding

They won't see me coming.
Silence is golden.
Toning things down.
Going on the sly.

Hiding (in combat)

Going quiet.
Under cover.
Out of sight.
Laying low.

At low health

I could use some healing.
Hells. My time's running out.
Ugh. This isn't good.
I should get these wounds taken care of.

Can't fit in a small hole

A big man does not fit in a small hole.

Can't fit in a tiny hole

I am way too big for a hole that tiny.

Can't use an item

That's getting me nowhere.
Forget it.
Something's not right.
Try later, maybe?

Can't use an item while in combat

Is this really the best time?
That'll have to wait 'til later.
Little too busy for that.
No. Just no.

Finding a locked item

Hm. Must be unlocked from elsewhere.
Nothing doing. I should take a look around, find a way to open this thing.
Shut tight. There must be some way to open it.
Doesn't open from here.

Picking a lock

I'll see what I can do.
The magic touch.
As one does.
No trouble at all.

Looking at a globe

So many adventures yet to have. So many monsters yet to kill.

Looking at an astrolabe

Incredible, to think how many worlds exist beyond this tiny speck within a speck I call home.
So many stars, so many mysteries yet to be discovered.
So much we don't know, lingering in the furthest reaches of existence.

Looking into a mirror

(Before transformation)

That's me, all right.
Not too worse for the wear.
A bruise here, a scratch there. Nothing a good night's sleep couldn't cure.

(After transformation)

The horns aren't so bad, I guess. Maybe a bit of wax could spruce them up.
Hm. It's still me, I guess. Sort of.
A man looks in, a devil looks back. I might never get used to it.

Looking into a telescope

Loved these things as a kid. I imagined so many stories in the spaces between stars.

Succeeded Perception roll (trap)

A trap - watch it!
A trap? So much for a warm welcome.
Watch yourself - I spy a trap.
Careful. There are traps about.

Succeeded Investigation roll

Hey now - what's that?
Spotted something.
What have we here?
Check it out.
What's that there?

Succeeded Investigation roll (trap)

Watch it - trap ahead.
Trap. Watch your step.
Slow up - I've spotted a trap.
Trap! Be careful...

Identified a mimic

A monster masquerading as furniture. Clever.

Surprised by mimic

Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, and - wait, how's it go, again?
A mimic? Damn - should've seen it coming.

After a short rest

That'll have to do.
Freshened up and ready to fight.
Aaaaaand here I go.
Awake and alert.

On character death

Player:

By Balduran's bones, no!

Player (Dark Urge):

Not now, not after all you've been through!

Lae'zel:

Hells. Lae'zel...

Shadowheart:

Shadowheart? It can't be...

Karlach:

Karlach... no no no...

Jaheira:

By the gods - Jaheira!

Gale:

Gale! This isn't the end!

Minthara:

Minthara - no!

Minsc:

Ah hells, Minsc has fallen...

Astarion:

Damn it - Astarion!

Halsin:

Halsin... no...

Location Remarks

Act One

Act 1 Spoilers! This section reveals details about the story of Baldur's Gate 3.

(Sitting on the Stool of Hill Giant Strength)

Holy... I feel powerful. Nice chair indeed.
And poof - the power's gone.

Act Two

Act 2 Spoilers! This section reveals details about the story of Baldur's Gate 3.

(Entering Act Two from Grymforge)

This place is darker than dark, as if the shadows could cast shadows.
We've got to push through. Unless a passing griffon offers a ride, it's the only way to Moonrise Towers.

(Upon releasing Dolly Dolly Dolly

She's as cute as a bug - and not much bigger.

Act Three

Act 3 Spoilers! This section reveals details about the story of Baldur's Gate 3.

Party Banter

Wyll/banter and Astarion

Astarion: Ever heard of a vampire called Cazador, Wyll?
- (If Wyll knows about Astarion being a vampire)
Wyll: I don't think so. Why? Friend of yours?
- (If Wyll doesn't know about Astarion being a vampire and Gale is present)
Wyll: Doesn't ring a bell. Why?
Gale: He's patriarch of the Szarr family. Nasty fellow, if the histories are accurate.

Astarion: I imagine they are.
Astarion: A question for our master monster hunter: how would you approach killing a vampire?
- (If Wyll doesn't know about Astarion being a vampire)
Wyll: To start? Lure it into the sun, drive a stake through its heart. Why?
Astarion: Just curious.
- (If Wyll knows about Astarion being a vampire)
Wyll: A full-on vamp, you mean? Lure it into the sun, drive a stake through its heart.
Wyll: And that's not the end of it. The suckers are wily. No offence.
Astarion: None taken. Wiliness keeps me alive. More or less.
(At The Forest)
Wyll: As much love as I have for Baldur's Gate, these frontiers delight me as much as any bustling street.
Astarion: You can't be serious? This is a howling wasteland!
Astarion: I haven't even had a bath since the abduction. I must reek of illithid slime.

Wyll: Sure, but think of the stories you'll be able to tell.
Wyll: Killed a few giant bats in my day, Astarion - but never hunted a vampire.
Astarion: Just to remind you, I'm merely a spawn. It won't count.

Astarion: But if you want a true vampire, I'm happy to recommend one.

Wyll: I'm feeling a bit parched and peckish.

Astarion: Me too. Keep an eye out for any passing vagrants.

Wyll: I'm afraid you'll have to content yourself with vagrant chickens.
(At Blighted Village)
Astarion: Well, it's no Baldur's Gate, but at least it's some kind of civilisation.
Wyll: I do miss the Gate, though. The Elfsong Tavern! Sunset over Grey Harbour! Fried fish at the docks!

Astarion: Drunk young patriars, naked in the fountains! Ah, civilisation...
Wyll: Astarion, how is the rat diet going?

Astarion: It may soon come to an end if you don't shut your mouth.
(If Wyll is romanced by Act 1)
Astarion: I hardly saw you at the party. Did the honest and true Blade sneak off for a little fun?
Wyll: No! Nothing like that at all.

Astarion: Oh, but you protest too much. Now I know you were practicing your swordplay.
(At The Underdark)
Astarion: Spent much time in the Underdark?
- (If Wyll doesn't know about Astarion being a vampire)
Wyll: I've slayed a death dog or six, crossed a few duergar.
Wyll: I never was scared of the shadows.
- (If Wyll knows about Astarion being a vampire)
Wyll: Some. And you? Seems a perfect hunting ground for... you

Astarion: Perfect? You try drinking an earth elemental's blood.

(If Astarion is romanced by Act 1)

Wyll: I'd watch yourself, my friend. I don't know if our pale rogue has anything good in his heart, or even a scrap of it left for you.
Astarion: Excuse me? That's just mean - we're all adults here.

Wyll: Your heart's cold as ice, Astarion. I'm just making sure no one slips and gets hurt.
(On the way to The Shadow-Cursed Lands)
Astarion: I used to be agog at everything when I first walked in the sun. Perhaps I'm adjusting to this new life.
Wyll: It's when you use words like 'agog' that I remember you're actually two centuries old.

Astarion: And it's when you think 'agog' is an impressive word that I remember you're just a child.
(At The Shadow-Cursed Lands Fisherman's Hut)
Wyll: To think how vibrant this place must have once been. Children playing, merchants hawking. Real people living real lives.
Astarion: I know, can you imagine the noise? This is much more peaceful.
Wyll: Come, Astarion. I know you're not really as heartless as all that.

Astarion: Of course not, I'm a pussycat really. Just ask anyone who's seen my claws.
(At Oubliette)
Astarion: Admittedly, I don't care for most people, but this is a terrible waste.
Wyll: Because their lives were cut brutally short, you mean.

Astarion: I - ... yes, that. That's clearly what I was referring to.
(At Moonrise Towers)
Wyll: Finally, we're approaching Moonrise Towers.
Astarion: Nothing escapes the Blade of Frontiers' keen senses, I see.
Wyll: Mock me all you want, Astarion. We could use a little comic relief.

Astarion: Yes, that's why I'm mocking you - to keep our spirits up. No other reason...
(If Astarion is romanced by Act 2)
Wyll: Astarion, I just want to say - I judged you wrongly. I'm sorry.
Astarion: Really? And how - specifically - have you misjudged my fine character?

Wyll: You aren't actually insufferably randy. You're just insufferable.
(If Wyll is romanced by Act 2)
Wyll: I'm surprised I never saw you lurking in the shadows at any Baldurian balls, Astarion.
Astarion: The city's elite was not my target audience, alas.

Astarion: People ask questions when members of the nobility disappear, and the last thing Cazador wanted was people asking questions.
(At Wyrm's Rock Fortress)
Wyll: The city fell under Gortash's charms without him casting nary a spell.
Astarion: Well, most people are idiots, Wyll. You can lure them into a dragon's maw if you promise a bag of sweets.
Wyll: The people aren't stupid, Astarion - they're scared. Gortash provoked a damned war, and then promised them safety.

Astarion: Safety, sweets - it's the same principle.
(At Bloomridge Park)
Astarion: You know, I've never seen this place in the daylight before.
Wyll: I always loved this park. Spent a lot of time here as a boy battling imaginary monsters.

Astarion: Oh, I was going to say it looks wretched. The dark hid all the kitschy details.
(At The Blushing Mermaid)
Wyll: Ah - the memories. The Blushing Mermaid's where fifteen-year-old Wyll snuck his first kiss.
Astarion: You didn't kiss anyone until you were fifteen? Gods, what a tragic, sheltered life...
Wyll: Sheltered? Not at all. I was exposed to all manner of riot and revelry. Hells, my father even urged me on once or twice.

Wyll: But I've always been a bit old-fashioned on these matters. I find more pleasure in a courtly dance than a loveless fling.
(At Wyrmway)
Astarion: I lived two centuries in this city, but it can still surprise me.
Wyll: Baldur's Gate harbours many a secret. Even the longest-lived explorers have yet to uncover them all.
Wyll: Speaking of - what were you getting up to all those years?

Astarion: Let's not get into the details. If Baldur's Gate can have its secrets, so can I.
(If Wyll is romanced by Act 3)
Astarion: Marriage, Wyll? I thought you'd have learned not to get trapped by devious contracts.
Wyll: I was planning to invite you to the ceremony, but I'm having second thoughts.

Astarion: I'd love to come! As long as I can sit with someone fun. Mizora, perhaps?
(If Astarion is romanced by Act 3 and remained a Vampire spawn)
Wyll: Astarion, I was wrong about you. Truly wrong about you.
Astarion: Let me guess - you thought I'd suck blood, but actually I just suck? Was that your witty jab?

Wyll: No, I mean it. There's little between us we share. But you've fallen in love and stood by your lover. That is something this dreamer's heart can appreciate.
(If Astarion is romanced by Act 3 and became an Ascendant)

Wyll: The two of you are the unholiest union I can bloody imagine.
Astarion: It's funny - I don't recall asking your opinion, Wyll.
Wyll: You had the most precious thing - someone who would do everything for you - and you damn well took everything. 'Degenerate' doesn't half cut it.

Wyll/banter and Gale

Wyll: Was a time I tussled with hill giants without breaking a sweat. Now, a mere werebear could swat me halfway to Amn.
Gale: Strange things are happening to us. What festers in our minds may well impel our bodies.

Wyll: You're an impressive fighter, Gale. You should consider a new name.
Gale: I take it you have some suggestions?
Wyll: 'The Wizard Wonder!' Or how about, 'The Master of the Weave'?

Gale: Tempting. But I think we might already have the maximum number of theatrical titles.
(After encountering Auntie Ethel and Astarion is present)

Wyll: Ethel mentioned Netherese magic. What in blazes does that mean?
Gale: Magic from the fallen empire of Netheril. Ancient, exceedingly dangerous, and quite unrivalled.
Astarion: Wonderful! I'd hate to be destroyed by any common old magic.

Wyll/banter and Karlach

(If Wyll is romanced by Act 1)

Karlach: Couldn't find you for a while at the party. Was hoping we could regale our friends with a nice three-horned duet.
Wyll: Ah, I just needed a moment of quiet, to think, that's all.
Karlach: What about?
Wyll: Wouldn't you like to know?
Karlach: Well yeah! One thing I'll say for the Hells, the gossip is excellent. Faerûn's a funeral parlour by comparison.
(If Karlach is romanced by Act 1)

Wyll: Did Zariel know you'd be unable to touch anyone when she crammed that awful thing into your chest?
Karlach: Thing is, I can touch devils and the like, back in Avernus. I never did, cause I'm not a masochist. But I could have.
Wyll: Gods. I'm glad you got out of there.
Karlach: With my new best friend on my tail the whole time. Who knew.
(If Wyll is romanced by Act 2)

Karlach: Used to your new look yet, Wyll? I for one think you look smashing.
Wyll: You know, I think I am. It certainly didn't put off my - er- dance partner.
Karlach: Ah, dance, the true language of love.
(If Last Light Inn was protected)

Karlach: Think the bar is open?
Wyll: I intend to find out. But we should scout around first, see who's in need of help.
Karlach: You're good at staying in character, I'll give you that.
(If Karlach is romanced by Act 2)

Wyll: Karlach... I know I say this every day, but I'm so glad you're here.
Karlach: Me too
Wyll: And seeing you've got someone to care about now, after ten bloody years, what would you say? 'Good for you, mate.'?
Karlach: Exactly so, your majesty.
(At Reithwin Graveyard)

Karlach: Do I hear... music?
Wyll: I reckon there wasn't much merry-making in the Hells.
Karlach: You reckon right. Maybe for the best though. My singing is worse than demonic screeching.
Wyll: Hm - perhaps your talent lies in dancing, instead?
(At Grand Mausoleum)

Karlach: No shadow curse here. Wonder why.
Wyll: Couldn't say. Maybe because an entirely different curse has befallen the tomb.
Karlach: Always something, isn't it.
(At Shar temple)

Karlach: You know, even devils like a good joke. Why are Sharrans so... dour?
Wyll: Their belief is grounded in loss. Hardly a laughing matter.
Karlach: The loss of all joy. Sad business.
(At Rivington)

Karlach: Care for a dip, Wyll?
Wyll: It would be my pleasure, Karlach - once the Absolute's been crushed for good.
Karlach: Heroics don't leave half enough time for messing.
(If Karlach is romanced by Act 3)

Wyll: The fact one of your first dates is going to be one of your last... it's just not fair, Karlach.
Karlach: I don't want to think about that. I just want to enjoy whatever comes my way.
Wyll: You're worth more respect than every last rogue in this city. I hope you know that.
(At The South Docks)

Wyll: Smell that, Karlach?
Karlach: Uh... fish?
Wyll: Well, yes. But also trouble.
Karlach: Your nose is better than mine, pal.
(At The Counting House)

Karlach: Feel that? Guards are giving us the stink-eye.
Karlach: Think they recognise you?
Wyll: Possibly. But I wager there's something deeper at work here.
Karlach: Then let's go digging.
(If Wyll is romanced by Act 3)

Karlach: Seeing you happy is pretty wonderful, Wyll.
Karlach: Two of my real friends, finding real happiness? Together? Beautiful.
Wyll: Thank you, Karlach.
Karlach: If you get married, I'm your celebrant. Got it?
Wyll: As if could ever refuse you.

Wyll/banter and Lae'zel

Wyll: Lae'zel, you've the most exquisite eyes - golden as the sands of the Calim.
Lae'zel: And you've a soft skull. A ghaik tentacle will have no issues pushing through it.
Wyll: Is that... a compliment?
Lae'zel: No, it is a fact. Life in this Faerûn is laughably weak.

Wyll: I've never met anyone like you, Lae'zel.
Lae'zel: Yes I've been told I'm quite scintillating.
Wyll: Have you really?
Lae'zel: No.

Wyll: Mm - Lae'zel, do you believe in love at first sight?
Lae'zel: I hardly believe in love at all.
Wyll: Oh.
Lae'zel: But I do believe in carnal pleasure.
Wyll: Oh!

Wyll: Can an illithid go solo, Lae'zel? You know - break free of their master?
Lae'zel: Renegades are rare, but not unheard of.
Lae'zel: A ghaik gone astray is no less dangerous for it - and its head no less valuable.

Wyll: Lae'zel, have you ever done good deed just for the sake of it?
Lae'zel: I have performed deeds well and efficiently. Is this what you mean?
Wyll: Not exactly. But you answered my question.

Wyll/banter and Shadowheart

Shadowheart: I saw you training those children. You were so gentle! That's... not how I was taught.
Wyll: Cruel words strengthen neither heads nor hearts, Shadowheart.
Shadowheart: I wouldn't quite say that - I learned the lesson, after all.
Wyll: And came to resent your tutor, I bet. I taught them to fight - not to hate.
Wyll: Ah, Shadowheart - how blessed I am to be so near.
Shadowheart: I heard you with Lae'zel - don't think I'll play second fiddle to the likes of her.
Shadowheart: Go try your charms on someone who's out of earshot.

(If Astarion is present)

Shadowheart: So. A vampire spawn and a monster hunter in the same group. We're not going to have trouble, are we?
Astarion: Excuse me? Since this tadpole, I'm barely a monster at all.
Astarion: I just want to survive, same as you.
Wyll: I don't see a problem, as long as mister fang there keeps his appetite in check.

Shadowheart: Have you wondered what people will say, Wyll? When they find out the monster hunter is becoming a monster.
Wyll: I've faced countless perils and conquered them all. This will be no different.
Shadowheart: I've always had a soft spot for the confident ones...
Shadowheart: They always disappoint though.

Shadowheart: So Wyll, what was the Blade of Frontier's toughest kill?
Wyll: Ah - it was a great scrap. A hungry minotaur with hankering for human flesh.
Wyll: An axe-bearing mountain of fur, she was. Gave me a nasty scar.
Shadowheart: Hm, you'll have to show it to me sometime.

Shadowheart: So. Wyll with a 'y' - why?
Wyll: 'Y', that's right.
Shadowheart: But why?
Wyll: Why 'y'? A great-uncle's name, my father said. But I just figured he couldn't spell.

(After visiting the Temple of Shar)

Wyll: What's your gripe with Selûne anyway, Shadowheart?
Shadowheart: She betrayed her sister and ruined the balance of things.
Shadowheart: Imagine turning on those who love you for you own glory...

(In the Mason's Guild)

Shadowheart: All this stonework has me thinking - would you ever want a statue of yourself, Wyll?
Wyll: It seems a rather... vain notion to me. But I can't say I haven't thought about it. How about you?
Shadowheart: I suppose it might be nice to be remembered - though I'd be less keen on having birds perching on my head for evermore.
Wyll: Think of the... er... mess they'd make. Well - better your statue's head than your own.

(At the Basilisk Gate)

Shadowheart: A gallows? Nooses are for amateurs - that's what I was taught in the Grotto. Do you know how badly those things can go wrong?
Wyll: I'd rather not think of it, Shadowheart...
Shadowheart: You could strangle them by accident, use too much rope and break their legs... and if it goes really badly, you could wrench their heads right off.
Wyll: What a picture you paint. Quite detailed, quite colourful. Quite unnecessary.

(Area South of Lady Jannath's Estate)

Shadowheart: Amazing how the city can seem almost peaceful at times, knowing all that goes on out there.
Wyll: 'All that goes on'?
Shadowheart: Consider the numbers. Someone out there must be having the worst day of their life. Robbed, evicted, widowed, who knows? No wonder Shar thrives, with such misery...
Wyll: If that's true, then so must the be the opposite: there are people out there celebrating their lives' best moment.
Wyll: A wedding to their betrothed, a new baby, a windfall... the taste of an exquisite pudding....

Shadowheart: Fiend worship... I'm not trying to pick a fight, Wyll. But it really seems like a blatantly ill-advised idea.
Wyll: It's the furthest thing from my mind. Besides, Shadowheart - not all fiends are cut from the same scorched cloth.
Shadowheart: How do they differ, then? The number of horns? The exact timbre of their evil laugh?
Wyll: Could be most anything. Their willingness to torment their travel partners with wisecracks, for example.

(In Bloomridge Park)

Wyll: Spent a lot of time in this park as a boy battling imaginary monsters.
Shadowheart: So before you were Blade of the Frontiers, you were Pointy Stick of the Park? How did the imaginary monsters compare with the real thing?
Wyll: The monsters of my play-fights were strong, vicious. Trolls with hulking muscles, werewolves with sharpened fangs.
Wyll: But the greatest villains I've faced as the Blade? They look more like you and me than they do the beasts of my fantasies

(Entrance to Water Queen's House)

Shadowheart: Umberlee - a brutal goddess, from what I understand. Without even the slightest touch of subtley to her.
Wyll: Subtley isn't exactly your forte, given how you've strolled about wearing a circlet inset with Shar's symbol.
(If Shadowheart is still devoted to Shar)
- Shadowheart: That's different. You'd be surprised how easily Lady Shar can hide in plain sight. People go around blinkered, caught up in their own lives.
- Shadowheart: Besides... it suits me.
(If Shadowheart is no longer devoted to Shar)
- Shadowheart: You'd be surprised how people can miss what's in plain sight. I missed the fact that Shar was deceiving me. Besides, I have a new look now. Suits me, I think.
Wyll: On that matter, you'll hear no argument from me.

Wyll/banter and Halsin

(At Ruined Battlefield)

Wyll: My boyhood texts claimed bodies from this battle drifted downriver for a week.
Halsin: Many who deserved an honourable burial had to be abandoned. The shadow curse inspired great haste.
Wyll: That's right - you were there, weren't you?
Halsin: I was. Part of my spirit was shorn away from me here, and never left.

(At Last Light Inn - Cellar)

Halsin: A shrine of Selûne, tucked away like an unsprouted seed.
Wyll: Another nature metaphor? I admire your consistency, Halsin.
Halsin: When you care about something deeply enough, it consumes every thought and word.

(At The Waning Moon)

Halsin: The scent of hops and barley is most persistent here, even after all this time.
Wyll: Enough to make me thirsty, even. I've always preferred wine to whiskey and ale, but I certainly wouldn't turn away a full flagon right about now.
Halsin: After the shadow curse, I became overly fond of honey mead and melancholy evenings by myself. Now I rarely imbibe - only on the most special of occasions.
Wyll: I say we put an end to your dry spell. Once Ketheric falls, the first round's on me.

(At Moonrise Towers Prison)

Halsin: I am loathe to see anyone behind bars. It reminds me of my time as a guest of the goblins.
Wyll: That reminds me - how in the Nine Hells could goblins capture a chap as well-muscled as you?
Halsin: Poor choice of companions, for one thing - gladly rectified, since then.
Halsin: Besides, a large-enough pack of scavengers can take down even the strongest of bears.

(At Grand Mausoleum)

Wyll: No signs of life - but the spirits of the past still linger here.
Halsin: Do I note some trepidation? Spirits are but echoes of nature's cycle. Most give no cause to elicit fear... most, but not all.devnote
Wyll: When I was very young, father told me the dear ones we lose are quiet - but ever watchful.
Wyll: I think he meant to comfort me. But I shivered for weeks, thinking I was being hounded by wide-eyed spirits.

(At Shar temple)

Wyll: The statuary in here is so triumphal. Even the worst of us can see ourselves as heroes.
Halsin: That is a truth that can evade minds far older than yours, Wyll. You are wise beyond your years.
Wyll: Not wise enough to avoid Sharran sanctums, apparently.

(At Mind Flayer Colony)

Halsin: So many unfortunates must have been infected in this place. Imagine the horrors...
Wyll: I don't need to imagine. I've got the souvenir in my skull to prove it.
Halsin: Of couse, thoughtless of me, my apologies. But at least you cannot be infected twice... or at least, I hope not.

(If Halsin is romanced)

Wyll: Halsin, tell me about the man behind the hulking wall of muscle.
Wyll: Do you actually do anything besides meditate, counsel, fight, train, and make love?
Halsin: Is such an existence lacking?
Wyll: Hm. Good question.

(At Philgrave's Mansion)

Wyll: Father always shooed me away from this place. 'More rats than a Waterdeep dungeon.'
Halsin: It is most unfair to pour such scorn on rats - they have their place in nature, same as you or I. devnote
Wyll: And I don't get the sense that my father was being literal.

(If Wyll is romanced by Act 3)

Halsin: Very quick to say 'forever' to your newly betrothed, weren't you, Blade?
Wyll: Forever could be tomorrow. Better to promise to do your utmost, as long as you have the moments left to share.
Halsin: Scant few times I've seen youthful partnerships end well, but if anyone was formed to thrive in one, I think it may be you.

Wyll/banter and Minthara

(If Wyll is romanced by Act 2)

Nightwarden Minthara: You confound me, Wyll. You have all the illustrious iniquities of a warlock, and you choose to impress your partner with dancing?
Wyll: Well I'm hardly going to say 'oh come here, have a hug in the arms of Hadar'.

(If Wyll is romanced by Act 3)

Nightwarden Minthara: Your devilish patron is a delight, Wyll. Have you ever lain with her?
Wyll: I'm really not that kind of man.
Nightwarden Minthara: She will see her failure to seduce you as a stain on her honour. I know I would.

(If Minthara is romanced by Act 2)

Wyll: I really hope you're being careful with our friend, Minthara. I wouldn't want you to break each other.
Nightwarden Minthara: If I break them, it will be in the pursuit of pleasure, and they will die smiling.

(If Minthara is romanced by Act 3)

Wyll: Amorous passions usually make people more considerate, Minthara. Kinder. Sympathetic. Better at cooperating.
Nightwarden Minthara: They can also make people more protective, guarded, paranoid, and jealous.
Wyll: Never mind.

Wyll/banter and Jaheira

(In Basilisk Gate Barracks)

Wyll: Mercenary they may be, but father always demanded discipline from the Flaming Fist. Seems some grew unruly in his absence.
Jaheira: Your father made a fine job of polishing them up some - but a sellsword is still a sellsword. They are just following their nature.
Wyll: And you think the Harpers are more dutiful?
Jaheira: I should hope so - they certainly don't get paid half so well.

(Entrance to Guildhall)

Wyll: Odd - I'd expect a Flaming Fist or four to be stationed nearby.
Jaheira: They stick to sunnier streets. Heavens forbid they disrupt any of that Guild business they're so well-paid to ignore, hm?
Wyll: The Fist aren't what they used to be.
Jaheira: I grieve to tell you, Wyll, they never were.

(In Undercity Ruins)

Wyll: My first visit to the undercity. A haven for undead, or so my tutors said.
Jaheira: Shadow people roaming shadow streets. There's little more to learn down here but some depressing ways to die.

(In The Counting House)

Wyll: I was barely eight years of age when I heard the Counting House held mythical treasure.
Wyll: So curious little Wyll tried to slip in. The guard spotted me straight away and dragged me by the collar back to my father.
Jaheira: A talking-to from the Grand Marshal himself. Quite the introduction to a life of crime - what did he say?
Wyll: Oh, he pretended to be cross. But there was no hiding the sly grin that crept on his face.

(If Wyll is romanced by Act 3)

Jaheira: So, Wyll - you have your mind set on marriage.
Wyll: Why not? If this adventure has taught me anything, it's that life is fragile, and we should seize joy when we can. You think I'm being rash?
Jaheira: Not at all. The world does not wait around for us, so take your moment while you may. Damn what anyone else thinks.devnote
Jaheira: So long as you serve a proper meal at the wedding. None of this finger-picking nonsense, yes?

Wyll/banter and Minsc

(In South Span Checkpoint at Danthelon's Dancing Axe)

Minsc: Danthelon's Dancing Axe...? Minsc would sooner fight with a sword - even an annoying one, which talks out of turn.
Wyll: I'm surprised you're so fond of swords. A battleaxe would seem more suitable for a man of your... stature.
Minsc: The sword is simpler - only one point, so you know which end the evil goes on! But I suppose a warrior must wield whatever weapon he can.
Minsc: Sword, axe, boot... Minsc once choked an ogre with its own loincloth. The smell might be the closest I have come to tasting of death myself.

(At The Lodge)

Minsc: Who is this large man of sternness and stone? Boo mislikes his look - as if he is knowing things that Minsc is not.
- (If Balduran's identity is not known)
Wyll: Relax, the both of you - it's Balduran, our city's valorant founder.
Minsc: Ahh, this makes more sense! Some relation to the Baldur who owns the gate perhaps, Boo?
- (If Balduran's identity is known)
Wyll: It's Balduran. Our city's valorant founder - and now, the illithid we carry in that gods-forsaken prism.
Minsc: Ah. Then Minsc and Boo prefer him this way. Better stern than smug.

(At Devil's Fee)

Minsc: Who adorned these walls? Better to have hung a mirror, and taken a good long look at themselves.
Wyll: A bloody display of murderous power. Bhaal means to stoke fear, make us cower.
Minsc: All it does is make Minsc wonder if Boo has already eaten this villain's eyes.

(If Wyll is romanced by Act 3)

Minsc: Minsc has felt Boo's heart is fluttering faster than usual... for our friend the Blade is betrothed.
Wyll: Ah, my thanks. Perhaps we might even marry, if fate wills it.
Minsc: If you cannot find a bear to be the bearer of your ring, Boo would like you to know that he is available.

(At Morphic Pool)

Wyll: Our great adventure nears its climax. If I should fall, I want you all to know it's been an honour to fight beside you.
Minsc: You will not fall, warlock. And if you do, Minsc shall simply pick you up again. What - do you doubt us in this final hour?
Wyll: Yeah, but you... you're Minsc.
Minsc: And you are Wyll of the Pale Eye. Now hush, and turn your mind towards our many, many many enemies.

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