1
SHERIFF: Here are your hilts. I'm sorry for any trouble these two may have brought. They got out of my reach. Now, don't *you* go around causing trouble, understood?
FOX: Yes, my lord.
SHERIFF: Be off, and may the Light guide you.
2
SHERIFF: I'm bringing you two back to Vale Valley. The barbarian hordes say you're responsible for... *something*.
SHERIFF: ... Is this yours?
TOR AND SILVER: No.
SHERIFF: That means it's yours.