"The world is in a sad, sorry state indeed if these... things can be at all looked upon as romantic creatures."
"They are but echoes of memory, persisting after they should have moved on to the Summerland. My lady is quite wise in their ways."
"I have but little talent for sorcery. That these mortals wield such powerful arts with such seeming ease I find both inspiring and worrisome, all at once."
"I can understand the anger that drives them. The Autumn World is in a sorry state. But what I cannot understand is why they let their anger control them so."
"Your wiles tempt me not, fallen one. We are the rightful lords of this world, not you. Get thee behind me."
"Without them, we starve. We must needs nurture them. Protect them. They are the seeds from whence our new Spring shall... well... spring."
"They are good, hearty folk. Always ready with hospitality and a kindly word. Treat them well, for such loyalty is a precious thing."
"How I envy them! Able to travel with such freedom, going where they please and always finding the most wonderful adventures!"
"Hrmph. Well. I cannot deny that the nockers are very good at what they do. Be it cursing fit to make a sailor blush or engineering some fantastical contraption."
"Yes, it is true that you cannot take a pooka at their word. That does not make them bad. They are the very spirit of youth, and that makes them some of the most stalwart defenders against the Winter."
"Savage and barbaric and uncouth. And a shocking appetite on top of it all. I freely admit that nightmares have a place among prettier dreams, but they really don't have to take it out on the rest of us, do they?"
"Ahh, how like unto my own House the sons and daughters of Pan are. Passion incarnate, they are. I have always enjoyed their company and their many gifts to us."
"There are days when I feel that I shall never understand this world, not even having lived a human life for decades. But I shall continue on. To do otherwise is to accept defeat, and I shall never do that."
"I feel for these fae, trapped in a world of shadow and whispers. The others shun them, by no fault of their own. They cannot help what they are, anymore than anyone else can."
"Stalwart, strong, and unyielding, with hearts of iron as large as the mountains that birthed them. None of the kith so well embody the ideals of the White Rose than the trolls."
"Love. Honor. Beauty. Nobility. These are what make men and women into heroes and legends. So long as the White Rose blooms, the Winter cannot triumph."
"Stalwart and steadfast, and cleverness to rival any nocker's. Do not let their injuries fool you, for they are as strong as the steel with which they work. One cannot ask for better friends than a Dougal."
"I shall never understand these darkling nobles. Why do they feel the need to lie to their own kin? Are the magical secrets they learn truly worth the price they pay?"
"At their best, they are a noble example for us all to follow. At their worst, they are bloodthirsty maniacs who must needs be restrained."
"It is a tragedy what the children of the Silver Oak must endure. But in the end, they have turned their coat and chosen the company of mortals over their own kin."
"Let the other Great Houses turn up their noses. The Scathach may be descended from a mortal, but they do not abandon their fellows in time of need. Theirs is courage like unto the Silver Lion's."
"Chaos. Madness. Greed. Wickedness. How can those who claim that honor is a lie call themselves noble?"
"Bah! I piss on politics! But that is all these schemers and deceivers seem to care about! An Ailil without a conspiracy is almost pitiable. Almost."
"Graces be good! How did this mongrel line of monsters ever come to claim the status of a Great House?"
"They embody our hunger for Glamour at its most vile. Like a plague of locusts, they are. I could almost pity them, were they not so contemptible."
