Heishou Pack - Wei Branch Don Quixote/Voicelines

Occasion	English	Audio
Identity Acquisition	Ye jest, surely... how can ye speak of heat...? By my troth, groan I could perish of cold this very moment... Achoo!
Morning Greeting	Knowest thou this, perchance...? Cold as the dark of night may be... shiver 'tis this very moment when the first light breaketh, that the chill is the fiercest... I had hoped 'twould have warmed by now, but alas! groan
Afternoon Greeting	Wherefore doth every shop about sell naught but cold food? ... Aah! That scent, could it be...?! Even in this season and weather, a whale-bread merchant maketh trade! C-c-coin, coin... Ho, friend... Hast thou any coin to spare, perchance?
Evening Greeting	Nngh... the night air chilleth to the bone... At times such as this, naught beats curling beneath a toasty blanket and drifting to slumber... Ahh... must I head out...? V-very well... I shall prepare... But this blanket hath been warmed to such perfection... Prithee, just 5 minutes more... might we tarry but so long?
Chatter #1	Hearken to me. In days of yore, I, too, traversed lands afar and wide. I beheld sights unseen... and faced beasts most fearsome... Nngh! Ever since the Wei Bolus hath wrought these horns upon me, oft do I find my mind in a haze—how had I ever the mettle for such feats?
Chatter #2	Our worth lieth in shattering all that blocketh the path ahead, sigh but alas, who among us could perform such frightful toil with a sound mind? When our lord hath need of us, he draweth the leash tight. Then, forsooth, a fretful disquiet taketh hold, as though some unseen burden driveth us onward... and naught doth seem too fearsome anymore.
Chatter #3	... Eep?! A-apologies... Whenever my mind wandereth, I am seized with the urge to ram whatever standeth nigh... Pray, I have a favor to ask of thee. Couldst thou fetch me a sack stuffed with straw? Th-this habit of mine... Once I begin, 'tis nigh impossible to cease... I would fain not ram thee, lest thy shinbone be broken. P-prithee, make speed!
Post-Uptie Chat 1	A chill... creepeth up my back... Haste ye...! We must break through their ranks and press onward! Come! Forth, Battering Ram Horns(衝破角)!
Post-Uptie Chat 2	Haah... Mine eyes oft grow dim amidst the heat of battle. Be warned and thrash not thus before me, lest I, peradventure, fail to resist the urge to ram thee!
Idle	Ho, ye... Whither have ye gone to...? Nngh... To be alone, devoid of company, doth trouble me... Rocinante...? Prithee, spin now a tale most wondrous that mine heart may find solace...
Uptying	Turn back not, I say! There, forward ye charge! The pack of sheep shall break and shatter all that standeth before ye!
Deployment	Hmm, time for the Wei to join the fray... groan 'tis cold...
Stage Entry	Whew... Let us go forth!
Viewed in Battle	Charge!!
Commencing Attack	Topple them ere the battle is afoot!
Enemy Stagger	Doth not thy brainpan rattle from within?
Staggered	Hrrk...!
Enemy Killed	Down they crumble!
Death	Gah?! Aah... Is... is this... mine end?
Check Passed	Oh... W-was that... a success, perchance?
Check Failed	Eeek?! F-f-forgive me...!
Victory Cry	pant pant Is it safe to halt here? A-are there yet more upon my heels...? Whew, my shoulders ache grievously... Let's see... Lo! It seemeth I have swept past these wretches!
Extra Conditions Fulfilled	Hark, fellow herd of mine! Tarry not in your tracks, lest the jaws of our enemies close on us! Put your trust in your mighty horns, and charge forth!
Defeat Wail	Say... My sight is yet to return. Are those bodies piled yonder the dead of our foes, or...? Ah, I see. 'Tis... a grievous and terrible thing, forsooth...