Elgar'nan and Ghillan'nain cut banter during the fight with two dragons
Most likely, these lines were cut because it was decided that Elgar'nan should first appear here, not in Minrathous as it was before. So the usual banter without animations or effects was rewritten and remade into a cutscene that we see in the game.
Ghillan'nain: Clouded hearts. Shadowed by fear, eclipsed by doubt.
Rook: Ghilan'nain!
Elgar'nan: You struggle fruitlessly, when you could kneel.
If the player saved Minrathous and met Elgar'nan. Previously the first meeting with him depended on the city choice.
Rook: And Elgar'nan!
If the player saved Treviso.
Rook: I'm guessing you're Elgar'nan!
Ghillan'nain: The ones from the fortress.
Ghillan'nain: The ones that destroyed my Archdemon!
Elgar'nan: You shall have your vengeance, my sister.
Elgar'nan: Fen'Harel's last piece on the board, ours for the taking.
Elgar'nan: The Dread Wolf once commanded armies.
Elgar'nan: Loyal warriors who lived by his command and died with his name on their lips.
Elgar'nan: All dust. All forgotten.
Elgar'nan: He will lead you to your doom, as he led countless others.
Elgar'nan: You owe Fen'harel nothing, for he has given you nothing.
Elgar'nan: He harbors secrets like no other, for he has little else to comfort him.
Elgar'nan: He has not shown you the true power of the dagger.
Elgar'nan: He has not offered knowledge of the prison that holds him.
Elgar'nan: All this and more I would gladly share. In exchange I ask only for your devotion.
Ghillan'nain: The world has grown thin-blooded. Its skies empty. Its spirits weak.
Ghillan'nain: The Dread Wolf's Veil choked all glory from this place!
Ghillan'nain: Once we found our new empire, I will bring us closer to the glories of old.
Ghillan'nain: I was once young. Foolish. I crafted creatures for beauty or grace.
Ghillan'nain: But elegance did not suffice. There was always a lack! A complexity even I could not reach!
Ghillan'nain: We will have the dagger. We will release the blight.
Ghillan'nain: And I will unlock the final mysteries of blood, and flesh, and bone!
Ghillan'nain: The dragon fails!
Elgar'nan: Its weak flesh could never substitute for your masterwork.
Elgar'nan: When we are finished here, we shall gather for you the makings of the finest Archdemon yet.
Elgar'nan: (Snarls)
Ghillan'nain: You were correct, Elgar'nan. These creatures fail our needs, again and again.
Elgar'nan: It seems the way of this pale world.
Elgar'nan: For now, patience. When retribution comes, it will be all the sweeter.
Elgar'nan: I see the Dread Wolf's game. I know his moves and the pieces he has arrayed against me.
Elgar'nan: When next we meet, Rook, you will not be so fortunate.
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