Voicelines |
| Occasion | English | Audio |
|---|---|---|
| Identity Acquisition | Did you make sure to clean the dirt from your boots? I implore you to not touch a single thing, even furniture, in this manor without my explicit permission. | |
| Morning Greeting | It's time to let the manor breathe. Open the curtains. Let the rushing gale and the pale ray of sunlight breathe through the manor's lungs! | |
| Afternoon Greeting | Warm yourself by this hearth should you feel the chill in your bones. It is the only place in this manor where you may feel any degree of warmth. | |
| Evening Greeting | The tempest howls… I shall open the windows. So that… so that the voice of my Mistress grow clearer to my ears. | |
| Chatter #1 | Do not hesitate to ask me if you are looking for something. I know this manor like the back of my hand; I know every location of every item in this house, from furniture to the smallest utensil. | |
| Chatter #2 | Two and a half spoons of syrup, temperature moderately yet pleasantly warm. Documents waiting for your review have been placed on the desk. … The hunt for the frenzied wolf is nigh, and our preparation cannot be more complete. |
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| Chatter #3 | My ancestors are all laid to rest beneath this manor. Though the end of this contract lies in an ineffably far future… I know that its terms shall one day come to be. | |
| Post-Uptie Chat 1 | There are times when I would feel this insatiable, hypogean thirst… But I endure, for I await the day when this suffering would be rewarded. When that single swill of the waters graces my parched throat… oh, it shall be so ecstatic… | |
| Post-Uptie Chat 2 | We are contracted with the earth that this manor is built upon. No wuthering tempest, no lightning, no accursed wolf shall stand in our way until the contract is fulfilled. | |
| Idle | She's noticed your presence the moment you stepped foot in this manor. You cannot hide from the Mistress, no matter where you are. | |
| Uptying | Ah, a gift from the Mistress of the manor. I most graciously accept her offering. | |
| Deployment | Time to receive the uninvited guests. | |
| Stage Entry | I shall return before the next luncheon. | |
| Viewed in Battle | Is something not to your liking? | |
| Commencing Attack | If anyone even dares to lay their hands on this land, on the Mistress… | |
| Enemy Stagger | Leave now or suffer, uninvited guest. | |
| Staggered | Oh, I hear it. The rush of the hypogean waters… it beckons me… | |
| Enemy Killed | Every uninvited thing must be removed from the premises. | |
| Death | No, I can't… not before I drink from the waters… | |
| Check Passed | I have done as you commanded. | |
| Check Failed | This was my fault. My deepest apologies… Mistress. | |
| Victory Cry | Now, let us return to Wuthering Heights. There are many tasks at hand. | |
| Extra Conditions Fulfilled | Ah, you have witnessed me, my Mistress. I thank for your commendations; every single uninvited guest has been dealt with. | |
| Defeat Wail | My deepest apologies, Mistress. We were… underprepared. |