Dorian and Blackwall Edit
Dorian: A Grey Warden Recruiter. That sounds interesting.
Blackwall: It's not easy finding people willing to shoulder such a terrible responsibility.
Dorian: Here I thought you poked around prisons, hunting for murderers desperate to escape the noose.
Blackwall: That's what you think of the Wardens?
Dorian: It's not such a terrible thing. Some of my best friends are murderers.
Blackwall: They are men and women, atoning for what they've done by giving of themselves. They fight for people like you. People in silks and velvets. Who talk... and judge.
Dorian: Who's judging now?
Blackwall: I know your kind.
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Dorian: What do you know of "my kind", Blackwall?
Blackwall: I know that what comes out of your mouth is the same drivel that comes out of theirs.
Dorian: It might sound that way to someone who's been clubbed on the head too often.
Blackwall: Careful I don't club you on the head.
Dorian: That's what I'd expect from your kind.
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Blackwall: How do you get your hair to do that, Dorian? With magic?
Dorian: With proper hygiene and grooming. Maybe all three of you should get acquainted.
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Dorian: I've often wondered what the average man thinks about mage freedom.
Blackwall: If you really cared, you could ask.
Blackwall: Oh, but wait. That would involve talking to a dirty commoner like me.
Dorian: True. So much for that.
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Dorian: You caught the eye of a young woman in that last village, Blackwall.
Blackwall: I'm sure you're mistaken.
Dorian: You're right. She was undoubtedly looking at me.———————
Dorian: Any thoughts on this "Herald of Andraste" business, Blackwall?
Blackwall: Why?
Dorian: Just need to know you're capable of higher thought. For my own comfort.
Blackwall: Then you'd be better served giving me a word puzzle.
Dorian: You'd do a word puzzle if I gave it to you?
Blackwall: Not a chance.
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Blackwall: Corypheus. One of yours, isn't he?
Dorian: One of mine? Like a pet? Like a giant darkspawn hamster with aspirations of godhood?
Dorian: 'Dorian, why can't you look after your little friends? Corypheus peed on the carpet again!'
Dorian: In this analogy, the carpet is Haven.
Blackwall: Is he or is he not a Tevinter Magister?
Dorian: Meaning 'the source of everything bad and evil in the world'? They are the same, yes?
Blackwall: Certainly feels that way at times.———————
Blackwall: It’s interesting watching you, Dorian. The way you carry yourself when you use magic.
Dorian: I am very good at the whole magic thing.
Blackwall: No, it’s not that. You find joy in it, not shame. And it shows.
Dorian: Why be ashamed? Power should be respected, not swept under the carpet.
Blackwall: Something we “southerners” need to learn, perhaps?
Dorian: Maybe you’re not a complete moron.
Blackwall: We were having a moment, and now you’ve ruined it.
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(If the Inquisitor is in a romance with Blackwall)
Blackwall: I understand you were asking about me and the Inquisitor at Skyhold, Dorian.
Dorian: Only verifying certain rumors, Big Man. You understand.
Blackwall: I'm not certain I do. Why the interest?
Dorian: Academic? Future generations will want to know.
Blackwall: Leave. It. Be.
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(If the Inquisitor is in a romance with Dorian)
Dorian: I overheard you at the tavern, Blackwall, asking about the Inquisitor and I.
Blackwall: I was unsure I'd heard correctly.
Dorian: You have a question? Are your whiskers quivering with curiosity?
Blackwall: I would not pry into the Inquisitor's business.
Dorian: Are you certain? I can draw diagrams.
Blackwall: No. Thank you.

Dorian and Sera Edit
Dorian: Where did you get all those arrows, Sera? You've got hundreds.
Sera: From your arse!
Dorian: Well my arse should open up a shop! Apparently it's quite prolific.
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Dorian: Indulge me, Sera. What do you think of when I say "demon?"
Sera: Arrows.
Dorian: Fine. "Magister?"
Sera: Arrows.
Dorian: Not helpful. But given our history, I'll accept it. "Thaumaturgy?"
Sera: What?
Dorian: Magical endeavors. Helpful wonders.
Sera: Ohhh. Arrows.
Dorian: (Sighs.)———————
Dorian: I can't believe you're scared of magic, Sera. It's a gift as mundane to me as your bow to you. Surely you see there's nothing to fear in a properly used tool?
Sera: Tell that to all the "proper" mages wavin' their tools in peoples' faces.
Dorian: There's an image.
Sera: What about Coryphemus? How many "proper tools" does he have under him?
Varric: (if in party) Not hardly enough, if you ask me.
Sera: And the rebel mages? How many "proper tools" have they raised?
Dorian: That's not-- I don't think I can continue.
Sera: Right, well, I don't care how gifted you are. Don't cram it where it's not wanted.
Vivienne: (if in party) Maker, how does she not know?
Blackwall: (if in party) (Laughs)
Cole: (if in party) I'm lost.
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Sera: What, Dorian? Stop looking at me.
Dorian: I'm wondering if familiarity would cure your suspicion of magic.
Sera: I don't need to be familiar with your tool.
Dorian: Please stop saying "tool," and consider how much magic can accomplish. There are benefits for you and everyone; as the Maker said, "magic exists to serve."
Sera: I don't care. I like you, Dorian. Don't ruin it.
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Sera: Your Magisters. They all like Corphy-face?
Dorian: Not quite. Corypheus is one-of-a-kind. An original darkspawn, it turns out.
Sera: I mean, are the all crazy? Wanting to be gods? "Muahahaha!" like that?
Dorian: Oh, that. Not all of them, but enough.
Sera: And you let them live? Why?
Dorian: There's always more where they come from. Men like Corypheus aren't born, they're made.
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(If the Inquisitor is in a romance with Dorian)
Sera: You and the Inquisitor, hey? What is that like? Jousting?
Dorian: Fewer horses, marginally. More cheering, definitely.
Sera: (Laughs) Nice.
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Sera: You don't laugh like a Tevinter.
Dorian: How is a Tevinter supposed to laugh, exactly?
Sera: Cruel and stupid, like... (cackles.)
Dorian: Oh no. You're not allowed to laugh like that until you get your magister license.
Sera: Knew it! Varric owes me a sovereign.
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(If Inquisitor is not in a romance with Iron Bull or Dorian)
Sera: (laughs)
Dorian: Something particularly funny?
Sera: You. And Bull. (laughs)
Dorian: I-I'm glad it amuses you, but what I get from my affairs is my affair.
Sera: I know what you get.
Sera: It's like falling through a tree into custard.
Sera: Too high! Wham! Too fast! Wham! Leaves! Wham! Splat!
Dorian: I'm not sure which is worse, the mockery or the accuracy.
Iron Bull: (if in party) Eh, depends how much rest the trees had.
Cole: (if in party)Leaves.
Varric: (if in party) Leaves?
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(If Inquisitor is in a romance with Sera)
Dorian: I see you're having fun with your illustrious paramour.
Sera: What? Is it showing?
Dorian: (if Inquisitor is a mage) No! Ugh, no! I meant you appear to be enjoying your new relationship.
Dorian: You couldn't ask for a more personal introduction to magic.
Sera: She's different, so it doesn't matter.
Dorian: It's that simple?
Sera: Could be. Why not?
Dorian: (if Inquisitor is not a mage) I meant you appear to be enjoying your new relationship.
Sera: Then why didn't you say that?
Dorian: I did, in words you apparently don't understand.
Sera: What's the point of words you know, but others don't? Who would you say them to?
Dorian: Let me do us both a favor and retract the question.
Sera: Pity, because we're great. That's why I'm following her around with weirdies.
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Sera: Demons! Flappy robes!
Dorian: Thieves! Dog stink!
Sera: Culty shits!
Dorian: Treacherous teyrns!
Sera: What? It's not a proper game of 'Your people are shit' if you make up words!
Dorian: Teyrn is a Fereldan title, beneath only the family of the king. I'd have expected you of all people to know that.
Sera: You're...well, that's...Smartasses!
Dorian: Too late! I believe that's my round.
Sera: Piss!———————
Dorian: I can't figure you out, Sera.
Sera: That's a surprise, innit?
Dorian: You just picked up a bow one day, and poof! Expert marksman! A veritable savant!
Sera: A what?
Dorian: A savant. A natural. Meaning you needed no training.
Sera: Not your business if I do or didn't. Like I don't ask if you "naturally" shoot fireballs out your arse, or just opinions.
Dorian: I'll... keep that in mind.

Dorian and Iron Bull Edit
Dorian: We have a Ben-Hassrath with us? A spy. An actual Qunari spy.
Dorian: That doesn't strike anyone as a bad thing?
Iron Bull: Says the Vint. When we're fighting Vints.
Dorian: That's... not a terrible point. Okay.
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Dorian: I hope it doesn't bother you to travel alongside a "Vint," Iron Bull.
Iron Bull: That what you are? You people all kind of look the same to me.
Dorian: I'm also a mage. Would you prefer me bound and leashed?
Iron Bull: I'd buy you dinner first.
Dorian: Hopefully before you sewed my mouth shut.
Iron Bull: Depends how much you keep yapping.
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Iron Bull: Must grind your gristle the "Elder One" is some crazy Vint asshole, huh?
Dorian: I'm not thrilled to discover we should take those old legends at face value.
Iron Bull: Guess he thinks the modern Imperium is a real letdown, too.
Dorian: Why wouldn't he? Tevinter once covered all Thedas, its glory only matched by its depravity.
Dorian: It'd be like Koslun showing up and learning the Qunari didn't conquer the world after all.
Iron Bull: Hmm, yes. Priesthood's been trying to explain that one for centuries.
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Iron Bull: Nice work with the magic back there, Dorian. You're pretty good at blowing guys up.
Dorian: It's significantly more impressive than hitting them with a sharp piece of metal.
Iron Bull: Hey, whoa, let's not get crazy.
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Iron Bull: Dorian, you've been to Minrathous, right?
Dorian: Of course. I'm not a plebian.
Iron Bull: You ever been to that place in the Vivazzi Plaza? With the big, cracked bell hanging off the roof?
Dorian: With the dancers, yes. You're making me homesick.
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Dorian: You've killed lots of my countrymen, I take it?
Iron Bull: Sure, usually when I'm being paid for it.
Dorian: What? Never just for fun?
Iron Bull: I'm here, aren't I? Man's gotta take his fun where he can get it.
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Iron Bull: That staff's in pretty good shape, Dorian.
Iron Bull: Do you spend a lot of time polishing it?
Dorian: (Groans.)———————
Iron Bull: Better hike up your skirt, mage boy.
Dorian: I'm not wearing a skirt.
Iron Bull: You trip on that bustling whatever, don't come crying to me.
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Dorian: No Qunari would accept a Tevinter mage so easily... unless it was a ruse. When should I expect a knife in the back?
Iron Bull: You ever use that fancy magic of yours to burn down a dormitory full of kids?
Dorian: Err... not today.
Iron Bull: (Laughs.) Then I wouldn't worry. Lots of other people need a knife in the back first.
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Dorian: Watch where you're pointing that thing!
Iron Bull: Dirty.
Dorian: Vishante kaffas! I meant your weapon!
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Iron Bull: Think I know what your problem is, Dorian.
Dorian: I have only the one?
Iron Bull: You see a man who's burned out, who left his people and entire life behind... and for what?
Dorian: You're not suggesting we're similar.
Iron Bull: How's that mirror treating you? Pretty picture, isn't it?
Dorian: I may vomit.
Iron Bull: Wait, wait, I'll flex a little for you. Make it easier.
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Dorian: What does the Qunari priesthood tell your people about losing the war?
Iron Bull: Ehn. The usual. Water comes, water goes, but eventually the tides wear away the mountain. Blah, blah, blah.
Dorian: They've been fighting Tevinter for centuries and still haven't won.
Iron Bull: Wait, you think we've been at war all this time?
Dorian: It's barely an eye-watering slap fight, I'll grant you, but every now and again it heats up.
Iron Bull: (Chuckles.) That's just force of habit. A real invasion's different.
Dorian: What are they waiting for?
Iron Bull: Don't know. Someone to tell someone to tell someone it's on again, I guess.
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Dorian: So they're the Chargers and you're the Bull. That's clever.
Iron Bull: Worked that out on your own, did ya?
Iron Bull: You gotta keep the name simple, so the nobles get it. They pay us to fight, not to entertain at tea.
Dorian: That I'd like to see.
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Dorian: You seemed remarkably comfortable at the Winter Palace, Bull.
Iron Bull: I do my best.
Dorian: You didn't knock over a single priceless statue, or fart even once near the dessert table.
Iron Bull: That you know of.
Dorian: I'm surprised you never spent time in the Tevinter courts. They would adore you.
Iron Bull: I did. After awhile, the saddle just got too heavy.
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Dorian: Vishante kaffas! Don't you ever bathe?
Iron Bull: Sometimes. You want to watch, don't you?
Dorian: I'd rather stand upwind.
Iron Bull: Human sweat smells like pork that's been sitting in the sun. Just saying.
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Dorian: I will never understand why Qunari warriors spend half their time running around bare-chested.
Iron Bull: You see a member of the Beresaad in full armor, you run, because it's war.
Dorian: They should wear armor all the time!
Iron Bull: Then they'd have to invade everyone. You're so bloodthirsty.
Dorian: (Growls.)
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Iron Bull: You doing all right, Dorian? I know family stuff can be rough.
Dorian: What would you know about it? True Qunari don't have families.
Iron Bull: Finding out you don't fit in with the people who raised you?
Iron Bull: Having to walk away from everything you grew up with, knowing you've disappointed the ones who loved you?
Iron Bull: I might know a bit. Takes a tough man to do it, too. So good on you, you big old fop.
Dorian: Yay. Good on me.———————
Dorian: Why is it always so cold? How do you southerners stand it?
Iron Bull: What's the matter? Not enough slaves around to rub your footsies?
Dorian: My footsies are freezing, thank you.
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(If neither is in a romance with the Inquisitor)
Iron Bull: Quite the stink-eye you've got going, Dorian.
Dorian: You stand there, flexing your muscles, huffing like some beast of burden with no thought save conquest.
Iron Bull: That's right. These big muscled hands could tear those robes off while you struggled, helpless in my grip.
Iron Bull: I'd pin you down, and as you gripped my horns; I. Would. Conquer. You.
Dorian: Uh. What?
Iron Bull: Oh. Is that not where we're going?
Dorian: No. It was very much not.
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(If neither is in a romance with the Inquisitor)
Iron Bull: So, Dorian, about last night...
Dorian: (Sighs) Discretion isn't your thing, is it?
Iron Bull: Three times! Also, your silky underthings, do you want them back, or did you leave those like a token? Or...wait, did you "forget" them so you'd have an excuse to come back? You sly dog!
Dorian: If you choose to leave your door unlocked like a savage, I may or may not come.
Iron Bull: Speak for yourself.

Dorian and Solas Edit
Dorian: Solas, I take it you study spirits?
Solas: I do.
Dorian: Back in my homeland, we keep spirits as servants.
Solas: So I've been told.
Dorian: The things they can be made to be are quite marvelous, you should see them.
Solas: The Tevinter Imperium is not the safest place for an elf.
Dorian: Ah, yes. Point taken.
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Dorian: Do you use spirits as servants, Solas? You'd have no trouble capturing them.
Solas: No. They are intelligent, living creatures. Binding them against their will is reprehensible.
Dorian: How much "will" do they have? They're amorphous constructs of the Fade.
Solas: Hmm
Dorian: There's no harm putting them to constructive use, and most mages back home treat them well.
Solas: And any that show any magical talent are freed, are they not?
Dorian: What? Spirits don't have magical talent.
Solas: Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were talking about your slaves.
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Dorian: Solas, that little flare you sometimes do with your staff... You're redirecting ambient energy to your personal aura?
Solas: Yes. The effect clears magical energy and creates a minor randomized barrier to impair incoming magic.
Dorian: Fascinating. It's a Tevinter technique. I've never seen anyone in this part of the world do it.
Solas: The technique is not Tevinter. It is elven.
Dorian: Oh! That means we... never mind, then.
Solas: But do go on about the wonders of Tevinter magic.
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Solas: I am surprised you do not practice blood magic, Dorian. Is it not popular in Tevinter?
Dorian: While we're sharing surprises, you've done a lot less dancing naked in the moonlight than expected.
Solas: Tevinter lore about elves remains accurate as always.
Dorian: I wanted to see you make flowers bloom with your song, just once.
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Dorian: Solas, what's this whole look of yours about?
Solas: I'm sorry?
Dorian: No, that outfit is sorry. What are you supposed to be? Some kind of woodsman?
Dorian: Is this a Dalish thing? Don't you dislike the Dalish? Or is it some kind of statement?
Solas: No.
Dorian: Well, it says "apostate hobo" to me.
(If Vivienne is in the party)
Vivienne: "Unwashed apostate hobo", more specifically.
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Dorian: Solas, for what it's worth, I'm sorry.
Dorian: The elven city of Arlathan sounds like a magical place, and for my ancestors to have destroyed it...
Solas: Dorian... hush.
Solas: Empires rise and fall. Arlathan was no more "innocent" than your own Tevinter in its time.
Solas: Your nostalgia for the ancient elves, however romanticized, is pointless.
Solas: If you wish to make amends for past transgressions, free the slaves of all races who live in Tevinter today.
Dorian: I... don't know that I can do that.
Solas: Then how sorry are you?
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Solas: I notice you used a nullification enchantment combined with an offensive attack.
Dorian: The nullification disrupts any ambient magic lying about. Things then burn hotter.
Solas: Don't you then waste an inordinate amount of magic overcoming your own nullification?
Dorian: Ah, no. I warp the Veil slightly to effect distance between the spells.
Solas: Of course. Have you considering snapping the Veil-warp to enhance the relative energy?
Dorian: Like cracking a whip? Yes, tried it once. Made my teeth taste funny.
(If Sera is in the party)
Sera: Two of you doesn't make this normal!
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Dorian: I can't believe you entered the Fade. Physically.
Solas: You think that is an achievement of which to be proud?
Dorian: It's the second time that's been done in all of history. That's not nothing, Solas.
Solas: In all of human history.
Dorian: The Fade is still a mystery to us humans, yes. Probably always will be.
Solas: Perhaps it's best it remain that way.
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Dorian: Let me get this straight, Solas.
Dorian: You're an apostate - neither Dalish nor city elf - who lived alone in the woods studying spirits.
Solas: Is that a problem for you?
Dorian: No, no. You're a special and unique snowflake. Live the dream.
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Solas: Your magical skill is impressive, Dorian.
Dorian: You're not the first to say so.
Solas: Would you not conserve magical energy with a less... flashy... style, however?
Dorian: Yes, and I'd live longer if I only ate rice and boiled vegetables, but that's just as unlikely.
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Dorian: Ah, Solas. You startled me. You're always so... nondescript.
Solas: Please speak up! I cannot hear you over your outfit!———————
Dorian:That orb Corypheus carries... are you certain it's of elven origin, Solas?
Solas:I believe so. Why do you ask?
Dorian:There are paintings in the Magisterium's archives of men holding similar orbs.
Dorian:They were depictions of a time long before the magisters. The ancient Dreamers, perhaps.
Dorian:The texts called those orbs "somnaborium"--"vessels of dreams." Could they be the same thing?
Solas:Perhaps. The humans of ancient times took much from the elves.
Dorian:And Corypheus isn't far removed from the time. Hmm.

Dorian and Varric Edit
Dorian: What's a deshyr from the Merchant's Guild doing in the middle of a battle against ancient evils?
Varric: I could ask the same thing of a pampered noble Tevinter.
Dorian: You can't call me pampered! Nobody peeled a grape for me in weeks!
Varric: Talk to Josephine. She can arrange something.
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Dorian: So what's your estimation, Varric? Think we could win?
Varric: You aren't asking me to give odds on our beloved Inquisitor's success?
Dorian: What would that look like? Three to one? (Laughs.)
Varric: In his/her favor?
Dorian: After Corypheus pulled an archdemon out of his ass, are you joking?
Inquisitor: You would actually bet against me?
Dorian: Now now, if I weren't here, it'd be five to one at least.
(or)
Inquisitor: I'll take those odds.
Dorian: See, here is a chance to prove your confidence Varric.
(or)
Inquisitor: Enough, both of you!
Varric: I agree. So morally reprehensible to bet against your own side.
Dorian: (grunts.) I am a bad man. (aside to Varric) We'll talk later.
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Dorian: Varric, I want a new nickname.
Varric: What's wrong with sparkler? Not colorful enough for you?
Dorian: You must know me better now. Or does the moniker you gave me five minutes after we met still apply?
Varric: I have the eyes of a story teller. It's a gift.
Dorian: So, I'm a bit of light you stick in a window sill to impress passersby? All flash, no heat? Hmm... that's actually pretty clever.
Varric: See? Embrace your place in the universe, Sparkler.
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Dorian: I'm very sorry about Hawke, Varric.
Varric: Yeah, well... what can you do.
Dorian: Does he have any family, or...
Varric: I've had to write some letters. Let's not talk about it.
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Varric: How are you feeling about that bet now, Sparkler?
Dorian: Still good actually.
Varric: You're crazy! We're beating Corypheus everytime we turn around. He's on the run!
Dorian: We're beating his minions, my hirsute little friend. Not the same thing. Besides, the moment we beat Corypheus into the sand, I'll be more than happy to pay up.
Varric: Heh, if he crunches us, you'll be dead.
Dorian: That will make it hard to spend my winnings, true.
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Varric: Should you be married off right now, Sparkler? Little magelets running amok.
Dorian: If my family had their way.
Varric: Had someone lined up for you, huh?
Dorian: Livia Herathinos. Bright girl, hourglass figure, wicked tongue. Relieved I'm gone, I expect.
Varric: Sounds like you two would have made a happy couple.
Dorian: Oh yes. Trading coy insults at every party would have been a delight.
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Varric: What do you think, Sparkler. Ten royals says the next thing we run into farts fire.
Dorian: I'll take that bet. I win either way.
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Dorian: Alright, never let it be said I don't pay my debts. Here you are, five royals.
Varric: I tried to warn you.
Dorian: I had no idea nugs possess such creepy little feet. Stuff of nightmares.
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Dorian: You know, Varric, I went to Kirkwall once.
Varric: Yeah?
Dorian: Bit of a shithole.
Varric: Yeah...
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Varric: Planning on settling that fifteen crowns debt anytime soon, Sparkler?
Dorian: And if I don't? Do you have tiny enforcers come strip me of my holdings?
Varric: No, I don't know, I suppose I could always send a letter to your family.
Dorian: The dwarf plays dirty! Alright, alright, you win. This time.
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Varric: I see you eyeing Bianca, Sparkler. Hands to yourself.
Dorian: I would't worry, she's not my type.
Varric: Huh. And here I thought you're a man of refined taste.
Dorian: For fine wine and literature, Varric. Not for... whatever that contraption is.
Varric: Contraption!? Don't listen to him, sweetheart. His people are vilified for a reason.
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Dorian: So Varric, are you and Cassandra... ?
Varric: What? No! Why would you even ask that?
Dorian: Truly? Bizarre.
Cassandra: I'm right here!
Varric: Just because two people dislike each other doesn't mean they're about to kiss, Sparkler.
Dorian: Not according to your books.
Varric: Don't mistake me for that hack who wrote Hard in Hightown II. I can spell.
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Varric: So, Sparkler, what do you think of the Inquisition so far?
Dorian: It's certainly interesting. An archdemon attacking me, that's a first.
Varric: Twenty royals says you'll see something weirder before the day's out.
Dorian: I don't think I should take that bet.
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Varric: I got to ask, does any of this shit make sense to you?
Dorian: To me? Are you referring to the giant hole in the sky? Or the creature out of chantry cautionary tale who wants to be a god?
Varric: Either, I'm feeling generous.
Dorian: What's the problem? Someone shows up, tears the place apart, declares himself a king? That's half of history.
Varric: Corypheus is that terrifying drunk nobody'll ask to leave?
Dorian: Even after he puts a hole in the ceiling. Terribly common.
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Dorian: You owe me twenty royals, Varric. I'd like them paid in candied dates.
Varric: I haven't lost that wager yet.
Dorian: You said we'd be ass-deep in trouble. This is more like knee-high.
Varric: I didn't specify who's ass, did I?
Dorian: Leave it to a dwarf, always lowering the bar.
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Dorian: Varric, when you were at the Winter Palace, did you meet Celene's handmaidens?
Varric: The ones that finish each other's sentences? Yes I did.
Dorian: They were asking me about you. Personal things.
Varric: Err... how personal?
Dorian: Something about your chest hair, and whether you were currently... involved with anyone.
Varric: Huh, creepy.
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Dorian: So these books you write, Varric... who actually reads them?
Varric: Why, anyone with some taste and a lust for adventure.
Dorian: That's a lot of people? Do the southern masses even know how to read?
Varric: (sighs.) Such an elitist.
Dorian: Yes? I left my homeland, Varric, I didn't up and turn peasant.
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Dorian: I'd assumed you'd go up to Weisshaupt with Hawke, Varric.
Varric: Still business to deal with here, don't you think?
Dorian: You should be thankful. I've been to Weisshaupt. It's not good. Carved into a mountain, cold, dour, everyone so bloody serious they can't take a piss... you wouldn't like it.
Varric: Hawke would be there.
Dorian: And s/he is quite the ray of sunshine, that's true.
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Dorian: Varric, did I hear this right? You met Corypheus before?
Varric: We didn't have tea and crumpets, Sparkler. I was there when he woke up.
Dorian: And he said, what? "Hello, I'm one of the magisters who broke into the Black City. Pleased to meet you!"
Varric: More like (clear throats) "Argh, I'm a darkspawn! Dumat! Dumat!" Then Hawke killed him.
Dorian: Not very well, it appears.
Varric: Tell me about it.
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Varric: So I hear you're kind of the black sheep in your family, Sparkler.
Dorian: Where does that saying come from? I'm not a sheep. No one in my family could be described a "sheep".
Varric: I'm just saying, you and I have... something in common.
Dorian: Goodness, I had no idea.
Varric: Okay, not that much in common.
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Dorian: Come on just answer the question, Varric
Varric: My mother didn't raise any morons, Sparkler, I won't touch that one.
Dorian: You must have an opinion. And you're a dwarf! Completely unbiased!
Varric: There's no way I'm answering "which inquisition mage is the best-dressed." Not for all the gold in Orzammar.
Vivienne: Also, the answer is obvious.
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Varric: So you're not in the magisterium?
Dorian: For the last time: Not everyone in the Imperium is a magister.
Varric: But they do pretty much hand out seats like they're candy.
Dorian: Yes, but it's that black licorice candy with salt on it, not the good kind.
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Dorian: Care to play another game of cards when we get ack to Skyhold, Varric?
Varric: Not if it's with your crazy Tevinter rules.
Dorian: Now, now, nobody ever died from those. Lately.
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Dorian: Varric, you've seen this "red lyrium" before, yes?
Varric: Wish I hadn't.
Dorian: Do you know if a mage could access its power?
Varric: Don't go there, Sparkler. Don't wonder if it's useful. Don't even think about it.
Varric: Just stay far away, and hope none of it gets to your stupider back home.

顶

Dorian这种娇生惯养的公子哥儿，就得靠Cole制他。

cole对friendly fire理解是字面意思的友善的火焰，所以他认为不会伤到他，dorian让他不要按字面意思去理解

Dorian和VV还真是有不少相似之处。
还有Sera果然太黄了，哈哈哈哈

表哥粉前来顶！

露珠辛苦了，不过好像漏翻dorian和墙叔俩人小吵一架，墙叔说【本来咱们还挺开心的，可现在都被你毁了】这段

索拉斯全裸在月光下起舞 画面太美

顶！支持！

庭花不能再可爱~~