I'm also getting that bug. That feisty high dragon just doesn't wanna be taken down.
*Hawke is close to done with his Keep Tapestry.*
"And for the last notable quest: the dragon of the Bone Pit was slain."
*Hawke moves the tile "the dragon lives!" to "the dragon's a deadie" only to see the tiles revert back to their original state.*
"What in the Maker's name!?"
*The dragon on the tile turns to look at Hawke.*
"I wasn't quite dead!"
"Maker's breath! And, yes, you were."
"No, I wasn't!"
"Oh yes, you were!"
"Oh no, I wasn't!"
"Oh yes, you--stop it! My friends and I inspected your body thoroughly before ransacking your lair. Your body was bereft of life and rested in peace! Your metabolic processes belonged to the history books! We made damned sure you kicked the bucket! Then kicked it a few times ourselves for good measure! You shuffled off your mortal coil, ran down the curtain, and joined Andraste's bleedin' choir invisible! You are an ex-dragon!"
"...I got better."
"Got better!?"
"Sure! What you thought was a dead dragon, me, was only stunned.
"Stunned!?"
"Yeah! And after you lot scampered off, I had a nice rest, got back up, and flew off for the Frostback Mountains."
*Hawke stares at dragon in a shocked silence. A moment passes and then the dragon speaks again.*
"Much quieter there than Kirkwall, you'd have to agree!"
"Look, I've had enough of this! You were definitely deceased!"
"Not at all! And I'd like my treasure back, please."
"What!?"
"My treasure! All that stuff I had! You reminded me that you stole it. But it's all rightfully mine, so I'd like it back."
"That's bloody well it! I'm refreshing the browser."
"What? No! Please don't do that!"
"Goodbye, Ms. Dragon! Goodbye!"
*And with that, and contrary to his word, Hawke closed his web browser*
"'Contrary to his word'?"
*Well, you said you were refreshing the browser. But instead you closed it, didn't you?*
"Oh, now don't you start."
*I'm simply giving the audience the most accurate account I can, Hawke.*
"Varric, if you're going to nitpick every detail--"
*Hawke, you wound me! I don't nitpick. I safeguard the authenticity of the narrative.*
"Sigh."
*Hey, the sun's going down. Would you like to go out with the gang and have a few drinks?*
"Yeah, alright."