Tribunus Luscus: The great Nael van Darnus honors you with his presence. Savor his words and swear yourself to his cause.
Tribunus Atilus: My lord, we must make haste.
Legatus Darnus: Bah! I will not away till my duty be done! Children of the South. This meeting is not mere chance! Fate has brought you here that you might know the truth. The time has come to dispense with petty notions of patriotism. Now is not a day to stand alone. United, you may cast off the darkness which looms over you and save your realm from doom. United, your battle cries will echo all around the world! The peal of steel upon steel a symphony for generations to come.
Tribunus Atilus: Lord Darnus, I beg of thee, let us return to camp. Our heralds will deliver your message to the masses.
Legatus Darnus: Find the false prophet Urianger. Flush the foul rat from his nest and bring him before me. It is the only way your benighted realm will see dawn!
Tribunus Luscus: The great Nael van Darnus honors you with his presence. Savor his words and swear yourself to his cause. Bring us he that would call himself Archon. The false prophet is Eorzea's one true bane. Bring us Urianger and be awarded riches beyond imagination.