Meave/Stereotypes

	I can see ye in ways few can.
	My other family, even though I cannae find many o' them 'ere.
	Wot? I thought we were jus' fightin' the wyrm. Now there are those that fall from 'eaven? Give me a break.
	Dinnae prejudge these people fer many different reasons. Some o' them are cousins and should be loved like all kinfolk.
	I will do anythin' I can to show ye that ignorance is bliss.
	I love ye all, even if I cannae agree wit' ye all. We are all called to fight a war an' I will sing tales of it ferever.
	I will do all I can to protect ye all wit' my last dyin' breath if need be.
	Some say dogs an' cats cannae get along, but wot the hell, I'm willin' to give it a try.
	I thought that spirits only came out o' a bottle?
	Wot the 'ell? Yer tellin' me we got problems wit' leeches in the city too? Christ! Can someone jus' shove a crucifix up their arses an' be done wit' it?