Perhaps the greatest gift bestowed upon Grey Wardens is the ability to find an amazingly similar patch of land to set up camp outside of every town in Ferelden.
No matter how cold it looks, it's not that cold. Don't be such a wimp. You don't see Morrigan asking for a coat, do you?
Naked giant in a cage? I want him for my team! Because he's big or something!
That assassin who tried to murder me? Yes, I want him on my team too! There's no chance he'll try to kill me in my sleep, because if you can't trust an assassin, who can you trust?
Ms. Warden: I really like you, and think you're cute.
Leliana: I like you too, sexy Warden.
They kiss. Fade to black.
Two hours later...
Leliana: That was fantastic!
Ms. Warden: Yeah! I love you, Leliana.
Leliana: I love you too. Now I'd like to talk to you about the Maker... :innocent:
Ms. Warden:
Who needs vets when you have dog biscuits?
Magic is dangerous, but the Chantry doesn't have to be such a jerk about it.
Speaking of jerks, Alistair doesn't want to be king! Stop insisting on it just because you think he'd be less likely to become a murderous tyrant than any of the other choices!





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