Inquisitor: Well, well, if it ain't the famous Champion of Kirkwall?
Marian Hawke: Who? Me? No, you mistake me. You've probably seen my face on a L'Oreal poster. I used to be the 'blood splattered face' -model for a couple years. - You know, "because we're worth it"?
Inquisitor: - Oh yeah, that's right, isn't it? <chuckles> May as it be, but an associate of mine, a certain Cassandra, tells me you're the Champion, for sure.
Marian Hawke: Cassandra? Never heard of her. - Look, if this is supposed to be a pickup line, it ain't working. Buy me another beer instead.
Inquisitor: Oh, I'll be happy to. - CAN WE HAVE THREE BEERS, PLEASE! But you see, I know you're the Champion. There's no point denying it.
Marian Hawke: Can you at least keep your voice down? I'm not the Champion, but someone might hear you and get ideas. - Why three, btw?
Inquisitor: For one of Cassandra's friends. I'm sure you'll find his face familiar. - Oh, here he is already! <waves his hand> - Game's up!
Varric: - Hi.
Marian Hawke: ...
Varric: Well, what can I say. I'm sorry Marian, but they tortured me. - Mmmm, this ale is good!
Marian Hawke: - I've never seen this repulsive little traitor before in my life!
Inquisitor: - Relax. - Look, it's not what it seems. I'm not even looking for Anders, ...though I'm sure you could tell me something of his whereabouts.
Marian Hawke: Even if I knew any Andreas - which I don't - I'm no snitch.
Inquisitor: As I said, I've no interest in Anders. And you are not in any trouble from me, either.
Marian Hawke: - Hah! That'll be the day. From you? No, I'm not! - I'll say that is right!
Inquisitor: <chuckles> - See? You are the Champion. But we know that. - Look, this is about something I think you could be of help with.
Marian Hawke: You need a mercenary? Look at someone else, and thanks for the beer.
Inquisitor: Like who? That big, serious qunari in that strange armor? - I swear that armor looks like the Legion of Death. - Didn't you like singlehandedly, seriously spank an entire qunari army?
Marian Hawke: Not an army. And not alone. I had help. And that particular qunari, you're watching, could've done the same. I've seen him. That qunari crew in Kirkwall wouldn't have troubled him. ...Either.
Varric: - Hmm. Interesting. You're correct. That is the armor patterns of the Legion of the Dead. ...of the Dead, not "death". Where could he have got that?
Inquisitor: Maybe the same place, as that little gaunt city elf with the grey complexion and sad eyes, got her black, demonic armor from. - Surely she can't draw that bow? A little city elf, with that big qunari? - That's perverted! Is it even physically possible? ...Or legal?
Varric: - Maker, that is a huge bow!
Marian Hawke: I wouldn't recommend bothering them. And... For all I've already said about the Qunari, never mind him, it's the little city elf you should be wary of.
Inquisitor: - Really?
Marian Hawke: - Really. <sips beer>