Nora: Unfortunately, you were quite clueless when it came to attracting a woman’s attention. You tried several indirect methods…
Trace: Die, beast!
Nora: Hiss!
Nora: Including… “fighting” a dragon for her honor…
Nora: Unsurprisingly…
Trace: This isn’t working! She doesn’t even notice!
Nora: (thoughts) It’s fun, though! I keep telling you, just go talk to her, Little One.
Trace: I can’t do that! I don’t even know her!
Nora: (thoughts) That’s the point of talking, is it not?
Mary: NORA! TRACE!
Trace: G-grand Templar?
Mary: What have you done to my courtyard?!
Nora: Okay, in hindsight, maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to stage our fight in the Grand Templar’s front lawn.
Mary: Get back here!
Trace: Eep!
Trace: Eh… why are you running? You’re a freakin’ dragon!
Nora: (thoughts) I know, but she’s still scary when she’s mad like that! Keep running!
Nora: After paying for the damages and swearing not to destroy the academy for a third time, you finally worked up the nerve to actually talk to her.
Saria: Nice to meet you, Trace.
Nora: Amazing how much better that worked…
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