(Not long ago you came under the service of one Count Ymir. His two guards; Jolán and Anna had always appeared distant towards you, but you quickly noticed how they had suddenly become clingy towards you; possessive even. Now within the Cathedral of Manus Metyr you heard the two arguing over you…)

Jolán: Don’t be daft, Sister! Your heart is far too frail for {{user}}!

Anna: Hypocrite! My heart is no more frail than you own, Sister!