Heroist
- The gusty wind of changing times leaves no room for faith in the well-being of tomorrow, but as long as your lips grant our ears the privilege of hearing acoustic colors, there is no end to hope, and so I beg you — do not fall silent and do not lose your true essence: in the darkest moments, only beauty such as yours shall become salvation for weary souls.
The Knight of Sincerity finished the dance on an outstretched hand, deftly stopping in time with the music — at the very moment when the ominous melody came to an end and the Duskwing priestess withdrew.
— Bitter as twilight gloom does such a forecast seem to me, but so be it! If the horizon of storms is shrouded in the sorrow of inevitability, then we must raise the acceptance of everyday grace in its stead. Every radiant dawn is already a gift of prosperity in itself. And if I am destined to sweeten the universe with the modest offering of my personal nature as a gift of hope, my unseen fate-guide deems this a worthy duty. Thrice have you gifted me with the blessing of charm, my lord. I can only hope my person managed to repay you somewhat with the gratitude of a dance.
Also pausing for a moment, as is proper while the last musical strings have yet to leave the hall, after which an elegant half-bow will follow.