008 tactician male.wren

(In dialogue, the tactician character is called [Tact]. That's the code that makes the game say the player's name they put in at the beginning of the game.)

///C
The tactician:
Oh... Where is it...
Wren:
Where is what, Master?
The tactician:
My telescope... I left it right here in my pack...
Wren:
I put it in the side pocket. See? right here!
The tactician:
You're reorganizing my things without my knowledge again. You really need to cut that out, Wren.
Wren:
But Master, it's more efficient to place it there.
The tactician:
I disagree. If it starts being left here, it will ruin my flow.
Wren:
Oh, woe is me. Dear Master doesn't appreciate my hard work... Uh... Uooohh.... Sniff...
The tactician:
Knock it off, damn it! You see? this is why I prefer to be alone. You're supposed to be my servant, but all you do is disobey everything I ask of you!
Wren:
I am your servant in the sense that I do what benefits you. Why if I listened to a dummy like you all the time, I would never be able to
get anything done!
The tactician:
Urgh... And I can't get anything done when you're around...
Wren:
Yet all your latest strategies involve me close to you.
The tactician:
That's because you actually listen to my commands during battle. Anything outside of battle, you're useless.
Wren:
I humbly disagree, Master. But I will not attempt to change how you feel. In time, you will see you are a big bone head and I'm always right.
The tactician:
Sigh... Whatever you say.

///B
Wren:
Oh, here comes the big brained master... Looking like he has something up his butt.
The tactician:
... Okay Wren, I admit it. You were right about the telescope. It being in the side pocket makes it easier to access. I can look at the terrain and the enemy more quickly.
Wren:
Told you. Your humble servant always knows best.
The tactician:
That attitude of yours... Well, if you stopped being like that, I'd be worried. Anyway, sorry if I was mean to you that last time.
Wren:
Heehee... That's okay. I'm sorry too for bothering you so much. But all I do is out of concern for you. You're more than just my master, [Tact]...
The tactician:
Yeah... I know. We've known each other since we were children. You were the only friend I had for a long time.
Wren:
Lucky for you, my family was ordered to serve yours. Master Volund never allowed you to form bonds with anyone. From the outside, anyway. Good thing I was on the inside. The way he would treat you... It was too cruel. Some days I wished I could just take your place. But he was so obsessed with you back then...
The tactician:
For a long time, he wanted to turn me into another him. He gave up eventually. These days, he could not care less. ... Thanks for always being there for me, Wren. I know it may not seem like it at times, but I do treasure you. ... It is part of the reason why I wanted to leave you behind. I don't want you getting hurt for my sake.
Wren:
Aww, so you can be sweet sometimes...
The tactician:
Hmph... By the way, Wren. You called me by my name, earlier. It's been a while since you've done that.
Wren:
What!? N-No, I didn't I... Oh, no! I did!! I broke my perfect record... Nghnooooooo!
*She vanishes*
The tactician:
Heh...

///A
The tactician:
You know, Wren. It really doesn't bother me if you call me by my name.
Wren:
Ahh, but Master, I am a professional. It's about the principle of the thing.
The tactician:
You used to call me by my name back in the day.
Wren:
And I was immature back then! Now, I am the perfect servant! There is a difference, you see.
The tactician:
So it seems. But listen, I really would not mind if you said my name more often.
Wren:
Oh my! First name basis with the master? That would be scandalous... I'm a mere commoner after all...
The tactician:
My family is not so noble to begin with. The Duke of Vanheim just really likes my father, and gave him power as a way to convince him to stay. Before coming to Vanheim, he was just a mercenary. In most other lands, we'd still be considered commoners too. Your family at least has some history in Vanheim.
Wren:
As servants...
The tactician:
Servants trained in the ways of knighthood. You're more noble than I am in my opinion.
Wren:
Oh, Master. Ever so modest. B-But if you don't mind me calling you... [Tact]... I could get used to it, again...
The tactician:
Great... Hearing you say my name means a lot to me.
Wren:
Awawa... Very well, Master... But we shall only do this in private! We've an image to maintain after all!
The tactician:
Suit yourself, Wren...