We've stocked up on enough supplies to feed an army. That oughta hold us a while.
Well, now what do we do, hm?
Inside the Melmond Inn.
I have used this group to fulfill my obligations, again, so I see no further use for you non-Elves.
No further use? Are you mad? Do you have any idea how difficult it is to solo at this level?
(closeup) What appears to be an even match could more accurately be described as doom.
If it means that much to you, then the group may escort me back to Elf Land.
I'm riding this Experience Train until they run out of rail, baby.
What we really need is some sort of quest to keep us together.
I thought you hated us and would relish the opportunity to rid us from your life.
Oh, sure, that was the old Black Mage.
(closeup of Black Mage with lightning circling around him) The new BACK FROM HELL WITH INFINITE POWER, OH WAIT, JUST KIDDING, YOU'RE MORTAL AGAIN Black Mage won't rest until you've each suffered in ways they have not yet had need to invent words to describe.
And where Black Mage goes, Fighter follows. So we're still a team? And where is Fighter, anyway?
Cut to Melmond Gem Shop.
Can you guess the other three hundred sixty-two things I like about swords?
What do you want? This isn't even the weapon shop. For the love of God, LEAVE!