Castille Landon credited as playing...
Eriu
- General Eeder: [of Eriu] I would like her beaten, please, and then killed.
- Eremon: Of course, my lord.
- General Eeder: And when she's quite dead, beat her again.
- Eremon: We will be merciless, my lord.
- Lír: I volunteer to be beaten in her place!
- Eriu: Be quiet, Lír!
- Lír: I will not.
- Lír: [to the general] Look at this beautiful face. Is this not the face of a man who deserves to be beaten? I can't imagine looking at your face. The least you can do is have a few good swings at this masterpiece that stands before you. Why waste your time beating this... imp?
- Eriu: Do you really think I look like an imp?
- Lír: [whispering] No, I, I just lied. It felt exhilarating.
- Lír: If we are to perish here tonight, I feel I must... share my feelings with you, openly.
- Eriu: I don't know that even now is the...
- Lír: [holding her mouth shut with his fingers] Hush... my scarlet beauty. Though you are not as fair as I. Just being honest here.
- Eriu: Move past this part swiftly.
- Lír: Of course. Where was I? "Though you're not as fair as I..." Oh, yes. Though you are not as fair as... You know that part.
- Eriu: Yeah.
- Lír: You have always possessed... a singularity that I have found... quite intoxicating. You're not like any woman that I know. You do not fawn after me or... send me gifts or write me poems describing my...
- [she clears her throat, which he mimics]
- Lír: In short, you make me want to be... different than I am. So that you might... favor me.
- Eriu: You don't have to be different, Lír. You might want to talk about 95% less, though.
- Eriu: [to Evie, introducing Lír] Lír's family are the protectors of the Scepter of Truth. Such close proximity for so long has made Lír unable to lie, which, mixed with a staggering vanity, makes for a rough conversation.
- Lír: I'm not vain.
- Eriu: [scoffs]
- Lír: I'm simply aware that I'm usually the most striking individual in any assorted company.
- [looking Evie over]
- Lír: And the present is not excluded.
- Evie: Holy wow. Is he for real?
- Lír: Of course I'm real. Do you suspect me to be some sort of ghost?
- Lír: [to Eriu] Is she a half-wit?
- Evie: [to Eriu] I really don't like him.