Dwarven Commoner: I gotta say, Dwarves are interesting again. But to actually live here is hell.
Rica: What?
Dwarven Commoner: Nothing, Sis.
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*Duncan recruits Dwarven Commoner*
Dwarven Commoner: Leske, before I go, a piece of advice, my man.
Leske: Sure, what?
Dwarven Commoner: Don't stay down here. I know you can't join the Wardens, but don't stay down here. Jarvia will....um.....kill you. Yeah.
Leske: Oh sod it. Really?
Dwarven Commoner: Yeah, really. Head for the surface. In fact, follow me and Duncan out. Duncan, tell him how to get to Denerim, would you?
Duncan: Eh....certainly. You know of Denerim?
Dwarven Commoner: In a manner of speaking. Anyway, Leske, when you get there, look for one of our people who is a merchant in the market district. Offer to work for him. Trust me, it will work out.
Leske: Okay, if you say so, Duster!
Dwarven Commoner: I do.
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Bhelen: Greetings, little--
Dwarven Commoner: Yeah yeah yeah. Get this straight, Bhelen; I'm helping you for the sake of Rica and the Casteless in general. Not for any other reason. I know you're a ruthless sociopath and you're only giving the Castless some lukewarm half-hearted opportunities so you can use us as a power base.
Bhelen: ....right, then.
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Shale: I knew the day would come when someone would find the--
PC: Yeah yeah yeah. Let me sum up; you were a Dwarven woman who volunteered to become a Golem. Don't worry, it won't affect your oveall identity much.
Shale: ....it is very strange, for a flesh creature.
PC: Yeah, I know. Front and center, I'll boost your CON so you can tank.
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Ostagar Council of War
PC: *bashes Uldred and Reverend Mother's heads together, then grabs nearest torch and sets Loghain's hair on fire*
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Loghain: So the only reason my life was spared was so I could die with the Archdemon.
PC: Well, that and the fact that you are much less annoying than Alistair.
Loghain: Thank you....I think...