(At the throne room) * Bandit: B-Boss! An army's invading our cave! * Henning: What! How many of them are there? * Bandit: Dunno, Boss. I hope there aren't too many of them... * Henning: That's strange... The Lycia marquesses should be having bigger problems than dealing with bandits like us. * Bandit: Well? What do we do? * Henning: They probably don't know much about this cave, anyway. Just lure them into stepping on the floor tiles where hot lava spurts and get rid of 'em. (On the Lycian Army's side)