Wingman

Wingman is an Achievement in Kingdom Come: Deliverance.

How to Obtain

Ensure Capon's success in the quest Honeyed Words.

⁠⁠	What are you saying? I can't hear you!

Gentle night…

⁠⁠	Gentle night, why linger on? I yearn thus for my love so long, Without her words to still my breast, Who shall set my soul to rest?

⁠⁠	Gentle night, why linger on? I earned this from my love so long, Whip out your worthy, silky breasts, Who shall suck my salty bits?

⁠⁠	No!

And now my heart in sorrow dwells…

⁠⁠	And now my heart in sorrow dwells, From melancholic pining swells. Since I, alas, was forced to part, From the mistress of my heart.

⁠⁠	I know my horses sort of well, Some alcohol from nine to twelve. Seems I always have whores apart, From the mistress of my heart.

⁠⁠	Psssssst! What on earth are you saying?!

⁠⁠	What's that hissing?

⁠⁠	It's er… a feral goose here in the bushes.

Ah Lord, let me not wait in vain…

⁠⁠	Ah Lord, let me not wait in vain. I long to see my love again. Oh gentle Sir, be of good cheer, I shall not cling to another, dear.

⁠⁠	Landlord, let me not wait in vain, I long to sing and laugh again. Oh gentle sir, get off your chair, I shall not bring you another beer!

⁠⁠	Jesus, Henry! What kind of yokel nonsense are you babbling?

⁠⁠	Me?! You're the one who's babbling!

⁠⁠	You're an odd one!

⁠⁠	I've never heard such peculiar poetry in my life. Where on earth did you come up with it?

Choose either one:

Run for it!

⁠⁠	Run for it, Hans! Run, while there's still time!

⁠⁠	What on earth for?! It's going splendidly!

It's not my fault!

⁠⁠	It's not my fault. It's really not my fault!

⁠⁠	If I don't get my oats, I'll string you up by the ball-sack!

Blame the French!

⁠⁠	It's the... it's the latest fashion in France!

⁠⁠	You've done enough harm. Better shut up and leave it to me!

Say nothing.

⁠⁠	Coward! Say something!

⁠⁠	How did you like it, dearest?

⁠⁠	Ah… how tender you are!

⁠⁠	What are you after, you bastard? Sneaking around an honest citizen's house in the dark?

Choose either one:

I'll go where I like, peasant!

⁠⁠	What's that got to do with you, peasant?

⁠⁠	Plenty, seeing as how it's my house!

⁠⁠	Here? Aha, I took you for some vagrant who was sleeping over there among the gravestones.

I'm picking cemetery blossoms.

⁠⁠	I'm just here to pick some cemetery blossoms, see?

⁠⁠	Is that so? Well, you don't look like you've had much success.

⁠⁠	I only just got started when I was interrupted by some idiot. Not meaning you, of course.

I wanted to visit my great-grandmother's grave.

⁠⁠	I went to mourn over the grave of my great-grandmother.

⁠⁠	Oh, yeah? Then what are you doing right beneath my window, eh?

⁠⁠	The question is, why are you trampling on great-granny's grave, eh?

⁠⁠	Enough of your horseshit! One more word and I'll have you!

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⁠⁠	Hey, what was that?

Choose either one:

You imagined it.

⁠⁠	What was what?

⁠⁠	That noise. I'm sure I heard a strange noise.

⁠⁠	Here in the cemetery? Maybe restless spirits, what do you reckon?

⁠⁠	I'd swear it came from the window of my own house!

It's just the neighbours.

⁠⁠	I think the neighbours are being a bit rowdy. Nothing to worry about.

⁠⁠	I could have sworn it was from inside my house...

⁠⁠	What's that got to do with me?

⁠⁠	Someone's been creeping around after my daughter, I come out and I find you here! Quite a coincidence, eh? So out with the truth!

⁠⁠	You're quite mistaken, I've never laid eyes on your daughter, and if she looks anything like you, I'd rather keep it that way.

⁠⁠	Why, you fucking....!

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⁠⁠	Don't try to make a fool of me! I heard it clearly. What was that?

Choose either one:

Just a little breeze.

⁠⁠	Probably just the evening breeze blowing down the chimney. That can make all sorts of weird noises.

⁠⁠	Breeze?! That sounded like voices to me!

⁠⁠	Darkness and fear can do all sorts of thing to a man's mind. But not to worry, Goodman, I'm here and I know how to fight. Besides, those hands of yours look like brawlers too.

⁠⁠	You really think I imagined it?

I'm getting tired of this.

⁠⁠	I don't know what you heard, but I've wasted enough time listening to your nonsense.

⁠⁠	I know very well what I heard! You heard it too, lads, right?

You're hearing things other people can't hear.

⁠⁠	Are you alright? It seems to me you're hearing things other folk can't hear. That's not good!

⁠⁠	You're saying I'm hearing voices in my head?

⁠⁠	That's not necessarily a bad thing. St. Euphrosyne of Polotsk heard voices too, and she founded a monastery and churches and things.

⁠⁠	I heard voices too... well, could have been voices. I wouldn't swear to it though.

⁠⁠	Look, fellahs. I was standing right here and I didn't hear a thing. Do you take me for a madman?

⁠⁠	Whatever you are, I want to know what you're doing under my daughter's window and who was talking to her? I heard it clear as day!

Choose either one:

How dare you speak to me in that tone!

⁠⁠	You've got a nerve speaking to me in that tone! Don't you know who I am? And another thing - how do I know this really is your house? You might be a thief!

⁠⁠	No need to lose your temper. Anyway, it was some other fellah's voice I heard.

You're mistaking me for someone else.

⁠⁠	If you're looking for the fellah that was here before me, why didn't you say so right away?

⁠⁠	Ha! I knew there was someone here! Who was it and which way did he go? Out with it!

⁠⁠	I only caught a glimpse of him. He took to his heels as soon as he saw you coming. Wisely too, I'd say, judging from the look of you.

⁠⁠	Hmm... that voice sounded different to yours though...

You misheard - I was praying.

⁠⁠	Good neighbour, it can't be denied that old age dulls a man's ears. I'm here alone, praying for the souls of the good people resting in the cemetery. I've nothing to do with your daughter.

⁠⁠	Hmm... that voice sounded different to yours though...

⁠⁠	But where did he get to? You must have seen him! Unless...

⁠⁠	Unless you're covering for him!

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Start singing.

⁠⁠	Aaah... Já sem z Kutný Hory, z Kutný Hory koudelníkův syn...

⁠⁠	What the fuck are you playing at?! My patience is wearing thin!

Continue singing.

⁠⁠	Já sem z Kutný Hory, z Kutný Hory koudelníkův syn...

⁠⁠	Jesus, stop your damn screeching!

Continue singing.

⁠⁠	Na kopečku stála, plakala, plakala, jezu jezu marja, volala, volala, jezu jezu marja, jezu jeminé, Bude li-to chlapec nebo né. Bude li-to chlapec nebo né.

⁠⁠	Christ almighty! Let's go, fellahs, this one ain't right in the head. The guards will have him for screeching after curfew. Let's not get mixed up in it.

⁠⁠	But if I ever see you here again, I'll beat some sense into your idiot skull!