- Kassandra: He wouldnt even drink it. He thought it was poisoned.
- Markos: Nonsense! Who would think such a thing of Markos. Go to him, try again!
- Kassandra: Not a chance. His bodyguards went after me. He was not happy.
- Markos: Oh that's not a good thing.
- Kassandra: Either way he's dead now.
- Markos: Dead? That's just great. I guess there's only two left to deal with now.
- Kassandra: Two?
- Markos: The Cerebrus is three men. Why do you think they're called the Cerberus? Because they're three brothers—triplets!
- Markos: What to do, what to do...? What am I saying? Kassandra, this is when we strike.
- Kassandra: Strike? You and what army?
- Markos: I have a demi-god for a best friend! That's an army as strong as twenty soldiers.
- Kassandra: No, it's not good. The Cerberus will come after you.
- Markos: What to do, what to do...? What am I saying? Kassandra, this is when we strike.
- Kassandra: Strike? You and what army?
- Markos: I have a demi-god for a best friend! That's an army as strong as twenty soldiers.
- Kassandra: You have it all figured out, don't you?
- Markos: There's only three of them, plus their little group of men. It'll be easy, my friend!
- Kassandra: Three?!
- Markos: Why do you think they're called the Cerberus? Because they're three brothers—triplets! Each with as much bite as the last.
- Kassandra: Great. So there are two others that'll want revenge.
- Markos: Wait a minute, wait a minute—that means two of them haven't tried my wine!
