Oscar: You're from Cremia, right? Come on - we're here to rescue you. We've opened your cell, now is the time to escape.

Kieran: Ah! It's you!

Oscar: Pardon?

Kieran: I could never forget that squint! Knights of Cremia, Twelfth Regiment... your name is Oscar!

Oscar: And you're...wait a moment, you're Kieran, right?

Kieran: That is correct! I am Kieran...The same Kieran who has sworn himself to be your eternal rival!

Oscar: Uh...right...Kieran...so...how've you been? You look good.

Kieran: As always, your manner is listless and inappropriate. It befits one who would call me foe! You were discharged 3 years ago...what are you doing here now? Ah! Could it be... you dastard! You've turned your coat and gone over to Daein, haven't you? Rarrrr! What dispicable, contemptable behavior! Unforgivable! Have you no shame? You were my one true rival! Where has your pride gone?

Oscar: The mercenary company I'm attatched to serves under the command of the princess of Cremia! We came here to free any Cremian prisoners.

Kieran: The princess of Cremia?!? You're not part of the royal guard! How do you know about the princess?

Oscar: Well, like I said, the princess is our employer and -

Kieran: Ah! So that's your scheme, is it? You hope to distinguish yourself by meritorious service and gain the glory that is rightfully mine! Admit it!

Oscar: Look, my duty is -

Kieran: Blast you! Curse your name! Curse the name of Oscar and all who call him kin! I will never let you surpass me! Princess! I'm coming! Kieran will forever be at your side!

Oscar: Whoa...he's even more excitable than I remember. Hard to believe he's actually a decent knight...