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[Killdren88]

What about snappy remarks from companions in response to a Boast by The Elder One?

 

"YOU ARE ALL NOTHING! COMPARED TO ME! WHAT HOPE COULD YOU POSSIBLY BE?!"

[Ignasious]

And, here we go again 

 

Vivienne: Dwarf.

 

Varric: Yes, Madame?

 

Vivienne: I am well aware that your tastes are rather...simple ones. But, I advice you to consider a change of clothes.

 

Varric: Oh, but I am quite happy with these clothes, thank you very much. If we all dressed in as fancy clothes as you messere, we would draw attention away from you. And, I doubt you would'nt be happy with that, now would you?

 

Vivienne: Oh, trust me, as you are dressed right now, you draw more then eanough attention to yourself.

 

Varric: Uh...Madame? My eyes are up here.

 

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Sera: Hey, Dorian. I have to ask...why did you leave Tevinter?

 

Dorian: For more then a few reasons. There are the obvious reasons, like the lack of morals, and the constant use of blood magic. You would not belive how hard it is to get the steins out.

 

Sera: Oh, I think I got a pretty good idea of how hard it is to clean off blood. Why do you think I wear red so much?

 

Dorian: That explains alot actualy. Back at Tevinter, black clothes was the latest fashion. Guess the blood splatter easily becomes pretty patterns, clashing against the black?

 

Sera: *chuckles* So, rotten morals, blood magic, and horrible fashion with blood smeared clothes is your reason for leaving?

 

Dorian: Heh, pretty much, yeah. Truth be told, I forgot you asked me that, when I started to talk about the clothes though.

 

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Cassandra: May I ask you something, Bull?

 

Iron Bull: Ask away, Seeker.

 

Cassandra: What did the Qunari think of what happend at Kirkwall, with the Champion and the Arishok? I have heard the dwarfs side of the story, but I want to hear yours.

 

IB (if the Arishok died): I don't realy remember . Back at Par Vollen, I bet there were some grand speech or something, about his great sacrifice to get back the tome of Koslun. I however, was too busy drinking the day I heard about it.

(If Isabella was handed over): I don't realy remember. I bet he came back with a grand speech, talking about how persistance pays of, and to hunt for the pirate lady that escaped. I however, was too busy drinking the day I heard about it.

 

Cassandra: You celebrated? As I have heard, Qunari are only allowed to celebrate when a new Ashkaari is dubed.

 

IB: I was away from Par Vollen, hunting down some people. And, the less the Qun knows about my drinking, the better.

[Basement Cat]

Ragequisitor VS Vivienne!

 

Vivienne: My dear, you really should consider a better wardrobe. This is just not fit for the Inquisitor.

 

Ragequisitor: Don't 'my dear' me! You remind me of my aunt Mildred!

 

Vivienne: So you do have sensible relatives. You must be an aberration then.

 

Ragequisitor: You are an aggravation.

 

Vivienne: I am merely making an observation.

 

Ragequisitor: I'd like to give you an amputation.

 

Vivienne: Perhaps we should drop this conversation.

 

*later that day*

 

Cassandra: Look out! Ogre!

 

Ragequisitor: Ugh, it looks like my aunt Mildred.

 

Vivienne: I do not like the insinuation.

 

Ragequisitor: How about...*interrupted*

 

Cassandra: *head smack* How about you pay attention?

[Little Princess Peach]

Elder one: I am thee Elder one!

Elder one: where is your maker now?

Elder one: kneel before me and be speared..

 

Hawke: Sorry gramps I think it's time to take you to the old peoples home

Inquisitor: did he just call him self the Elder one....are there more then one?

Varric: Maybe there's an Elder two or three?

Hawke: that would make a crappy squeal...

 

Elder one:So sue me

Hawke: you scratched my armor

Varric: you heard the guy sue him

[The Ascendant]

Male Mage Trevelyan and Cassandra

Cassandra: As of this moment you are the only threat I see!

Trevelyan: Wait! If you strike me down I shall become more powerful than you can possible imagine.

Cassandra: .....What?

Trevelyan: Seriously, I could like get possessed or something. It's tough being a mage. Even death is only a break.

Cassandra: .....I am taking you back to camp.

Trevelyan: At least I am not dead.

[Vincent-Vega]

One more...

 

Dorian: Careful, there's a dragon up ahead.

Inquisitor: Wait here, I'll go see if there's a path around it.

Cassandra: Don't be ridiculous, we should go and fight it.

Inquisitor: I know fighting dragons is kind of your thing as a Pentaghast, but I don't feel like being cooked alive today.

Iron Bull: We can take it.

Cassandra: *approving nod* How can we stand against the Elder One if we can't even kill a single dragon?

Dorian: High dragon.

Inquisitor: What if it eats us?

Cassandra: Then we rip our way out of its stomach.

Inquisitor & Dorian: ...

Iron Bull: Ok, now even I'm scared.

 

You mean like that?

Spoiler

 

 

 

Sorry, I couldn't resist. I watched Sharknado the other day and still can't believe how bad it actually was.

 

Edit: Sorry again, but I forgot the "best" part.

Spoiler

 

 

 

 

[BraveVesperia]

@ Vincent Vega, yep, only Cassandra wouldn't need the chainsaw!

 

I just realised I've never done any dialogue with Blackwall.

 

Blackwall: Inquisitor, you've been staring at me strangely for some time now. Is something wrong?

Lavellan: It's that thing... on your face.

Blackwall: My beard?

Lavellan: It keeps looking at me, waiting for it's moment to strike. Like some kind of wild animal.

Blackwall: It doesn't have eyes.

Lavellan: It does, I see them glinting sometimes.

Blackwall: Oh! Those are just sovereigns. Maybe the odd bit of silver.

Lavellan: You keep your coin in your beard?

Blackwall: I once had my coin-pouch stolen in Val Royeaux. This is much more secure.

Lavellan: *narrows eyes* What else can it do?

Blackwall: I can also use it to store food as an after dinner snack.

Lavellan: You're just making fun of me, aren't you?

Blackwall: Yes. Don't insult my beard, you hurt its feelings.

[BraveVesperia]

*travelling through a very snowy mountain range*

 

Iron Bull: ARGH!

*party spins round*

Cassandra: *hand on sword* What is it? Darkspawn? Red templars?

Iron Bull: I almost sneezed again. I hate this place.

Cassandra: Stop behaving like a child. And Cole, put on your cloak. It's bad enough listening to Bull's incessant complaining, without you catching a cold too.

Cole: I don't want to, it gets in the way when I'm fighting.

Cassandra: Then take it off when you fight and put it on when you travel.

Cole: It's too bulky, it makes me feel silly.

Inquisitor: And yet you keep wearing that hat.

Cassandra: Where is the cloak, anyway?

Inquisitor: Look, over there! *points at a dark patch a few dozen metres back*

Cassandra: Go and get it, now!

Cole: *slinks off*

Iron Bull: You should have left me behind. Qunari hate the cold.

Cassandra: Keep this up, and we will leave you behind. It's just a sniffle.

Inquisitor: You're sounding a little croaky too, Cass. And your nose is red.

Cassandra: *pulls cloak tighter* I'm fine. We simply need to press on.

Iron Bull: I'm freezing my t i t s off here.

Inquisitor: What a lovely image.

Cole: *returning* You can have my cloak, Bull.

Cassandra: Put it on!

Cole: I don't even know if I can get ill. I'm not mortal like you. I don't know what it feels like.

Iron Bull: Better do what she says, kid. It's hell.

Cole: *puts on cloak* Oh! Ah! *covers nose* ACHOO!

Inquisitor: Too late.

Cole: Oh, look - mucus! *shows hand*

Cassandra: *groans*

[Basement Cat]

@BraveVesperia

Aww, Cass is being all motherly. In her own way. 

 

That gives me an idea:

 

Cassandra: *coughing*

 

Inquisitor: Mmh, runny nose, coughing and a fever. Yep, you are definitely sick.

 

Cassandra: *hoarsely* It's just a cold. I'm well enough to fight.

 

Inquisitor: Oh no you are not! You just stay here and rest. Blackwall can fill in for you while you recover.

 

Cassandra: Don't be ridiculous! I won't let a cold stop me!

 

Inquisitor: *sigh* I knew you would be difficult about this. *takes key to Cassandra's room*

 

Cassandra: What are you doing?

 

Inquisitor: It's for your own good. *closes door and locks it* Now you have no choice but to stay and rest!

 

Cassandra: *through door* I will knock this door down if I have to!

 

Inquisitor: Go ahead, but if you do I'm not buying a replacement or having it repaired. That door was expensive!

 

Cassandra: *frustrated shout*

 

Inquisitor: She's doing better already.

[Al Foley]

*travelling through a very snowy mountain range*

 

Iron Bull: ARGH!

*party spins round*

Cassandra: *hand on sword* What is it? Darkspawn? Red templars?

Iron Bull: I almost sneezed again. I hate this place.

Cassandra: Stop behaving like a child. And Cole, put on your cloak. It's bad enough listening to Bull's incessant complaining, without you catching a cold too.

Cole: I don't want to, it gets in the way when I'm fighting.

Cassandra: Then take it off when you fight and put it on when you travel.

Cole: It's too bulky, it makes me feel silly.

Inquisitor: And yet you keep wearing that hat.

Cassandra: Where is the cloak, anyway?

Inquisitor: Look, over there! *points at a dark patch a few dozen metres back*

Cassandra: Go and get it, now!

Cole: *slinks off*

Iron Bull: You should have left me behind. Qunari hate the cold.

Cassandra: Keep this up, and we will leave you behind. It's just a sniffle.

Inquisitor: You're sounding a little croaky too, Cass. And your nose is red.

Cassandra: *pulls cloak tighter* I'm fine. We simply need to press on.

Iron Bull: I'm freezing my t i t s off here.

Inquisitor: What a lovely image.

Cole: *returning* You can have my cloak, Bull.

Cassandra: Put it on!

Cole: I don't even know if I can get ill. I'm not mortal like you. I don't know what it feels like.

Iron Bull: Better do what she says, kid. It's hell.

Cole: *puts on cloak* Oh! Ah! *covers nose* ACHOO!

Inquisitor: Too late.

Cole: Oh, look - mucus! *shows hand*

Cassandra: *groans*

I see the Inquisitor is not the only one with a green hand, does it glow I wonder?

[Wolfen09]

Cassandra:  Ok, we will be hosting the empress here at skyhold for the next 3 days.  Sera, Solas, and Iron Bull are to go out into the field with the inquisitor while she is here.

 

Sera:  Wait, you mean i wont get to meet the empress?

 

Viviene:  With your grudge against the nobles dear, im surprised they let you stay in the keep at all.

 

Cassandra:  We want to make a good impression here, and i feel it is for the best.

 

Inquisitor:  Wait, what about me?  Shouldnt i at least greet her since im the leader?

 

Cassandra:  We need to improve the image of the inquisition, it is better to make it look like you are taking the initiative by working and not wasting time by hosting the empress.

 

Inquisitor:  Ah cmon, you're just worried im going to embarrass you again arent you?

 

Cassandra:  Embarass is an understatement, but no means no, now i believe you had an expedition into the deep roads entrance you found, something about finishing off the carta?

 

Inquisitor:  *sighs* fine, at least those dwarves will have booze we can loot.  *thought to self* and if i cant come back for 3 days, it means cassandra cant leave the keep for 3 days, which means we can drink till we are silly out in the field and not get yelled at.  Yay team!

[BraveVesperia]

*travelling through a vast desert-type place*

 

Inquisitor: I'm sweating in places I didn't know existed.

Vivienne: This heat is dreadful.

Sera: You should take some clothes off, Viv, that'd cool you down.

Solas: That's a good idea. *starts removing furs*

Sera: Nah, you can leave yours on.

Inquisitor: Solas, your head is getting sunburnt.

Sera: Oh, I've got something that will help! *pulls out a bottle of goop*

Vivienne: Ugh, what is that?

Sera: Fat! I got it from that village we just passed through. Apparently, if you smear it on your skin, it won't dry out from the heat and sun. *slaps come on her own cheek*

Solas: *smothers his head*

Inquisitor: *smears own face*

Vivienne: Revolting! I can't believe you're all actually putting that slime on yourselves.

Sera: What's the matter, Viv - you want your skin to dry out? Fancy a bit of crispy skin peeling off the end of your nose?

Vivienne: *shudders* Very well, give it here. *hesitantly dabs her face*

Sera: *grins*

Vivienne: *pauses* Don't tell anyone!

Sera: *innocently* Not even Josie and Dorian?

Vivienne: Especially not them! They'd never let me live it down.

Sera: *evil grin* What makes you think I will?

[Wolfen09]

*Inquisitor is really drunk at this point*  *Shortly after skyhold attack*

 

Varric:  All we worked so hard for gone.... that elder one just dropped in and kicked our tiny little asses.

 

Bull:  Cmon man, being all depressed isnt like you at all.

 

Varric:  When you're a dwarf there isnt much to not be depressed about.

 

Bull:  Cheer up buddy, we can get through this.... i mean look at the inquisitor.... i think hes handling it well.

 

*across the room* *inquisitor is up on table talking to soldiers*

 

Inquisitor:  I've got an idea, if attacking him wont work, how bout we just hug it out?  Then we'd be the hug-quisition.  Or was it nug-quisition....  Hey solas, we got any fried nug left?

 

*back to bull and varric*

 

Varric:  If the elder one tries to give me a hug, im gonna introduce our nug-quisitor to bianca.

 

Bull:  That's the varric i know.

 

(thanks vesperia for the hug-quisition idea)

[Al Foley]

*Bed creeks*

 

KT: Yee haw! 

 

*bed creeks* 

 

IB: Woo hoo! 

 

*bed creeks*

 

KT: Come on, Higher, HIGHER! 

 

* bed creeks*

IB: THIS...IS...AWESOME. 

 

*bed creeks*

 

Varric: *storms in looking very tired, droopy, and disheveled* Maker's Breath people! I know you two really like each other but could you keep it down!  Some of us are trying to slee-

 

*Kara and IB are frozen, in mid pump of their limbs, standing on the bed, looking at Varric wide eyed and shocked* 

 

Varric: Uh...what is it you two are doing exactly? 

 

KT:  Jumping on the bed...I wanted to do it since I haven't done it in years, my mother dosen't approve of this...type of behavior.  And Bull decided to join in. 

 

IB: *nods*

 

Varric: I see...

 

IB: Why? What did you think we were doing? 

 

Varric: *turns around, and walks away grumbling* 

[BronzTrooper]

Time for some actual party banter with Lin'Mi.

 

Varric:  So... I see you have a thing for Baldy.

 

Lin'Mi:  Who?  Oh, Solas?  What would make you think that?

 

Varric:  Come on, Inquisitor.  You know exactly what I mean.

 

Lin'Mi:  * sighs *  Is it that obvious?

 

Varric:  To me?  Yes.  To Baldy?  I have no idea.  Looks like he hasn't noticed.

 

Lin'Mi:  Well... I have been trying to be subtle about it.

 

Varric:  I can see that.  Probably why he hasn't noticed.  Well, either that, or he's utterly clueless about women.

 

Sera:  You can say that again.  See, if I were him, I would've immediately picked up on all those signals you were giving.

 

Lin'Mi:  ... has anyone else noticed?

 

Varric:  I think Bull has, but he's Bull, so I wouldn't worry.

 

Sera:  I think Miss Stoic has noticed too.  I'm kind of surprised, actually.

 

Varric:  Ooh, that's a good one.  I might use that sometime.

 

Lin'Mi:  Has everyone noticed?

 

Varric:  I don't think Cole has.  Mind you, I don't think he entirely grasps the concept of it in the first place.

 

Lin'Mi:  * facepalms *  I thought I was being discreet.

 

Sera:  I thought you were being obvious about it.

 

Lin'Mi:  * groans *

 

Cole:  * appears from the shadows *  ...... I don't understand.

 

Varric:  What the-- You were right there?

 

Cole:  I'm sorry, Varric.  I didn't mean to frighten you.

 

Varric:  Surprised is more appropriate, actually.

 

Lin'Mi:  Why me?  * hides her face in her hands *

[The Ascendant]

Varric and Male Mage Trevelyan

Varric: So you're from the Free Marches.

Trevelyan: Ostwick yes. Have you been there?

Varric: No, I lived my whole life in Kirkwall, you know before the whole Inquisition thing. Are you related to the Amells?

Trevelyan: I wouldn't know to be honest. I found the history of the Tevinter Imperium more enthralling than reading up on my family genealogy. The only reason I knew my surname, is that my parents insisted on it when they gave me to the Circle. They had a lot of power in Ostwick.

Varric: I just think it's interesting.

Trevelyan: What do you mean?

Varric: The Grey Warden was an Amell from Kirkwall and saved Ferelden. The Champion of Kirkwall was a Ferelden who saved Kirkwall. And now the Inquisitor is a Marcher going to save the whole world. Tough to top that.

[BraveVesperia]

Blackwall: This seems the perfect spot to set up camp and wait for the Inquisitor to return.

Sera: I'm not a fan. Look at all this green crap everywhere.

Solas: Those would be plants.

Cole: I can see a river.

Blackwall: Come on, let's scout it out. It should provide a good source of water, and maybe a nice fish supper.

Sera: Sounds tasty! *walks to the edge of the river to look for fish*

Solas: There are also various herbs that grow on the banks of riverbeds, which I could use for healing.

Cole: *takes off hat and fills it with water*

Blackwall: It should draw local wildlife too.

Solas: We should keep an eye out for bears then. What do you think, Sera... Cole? *blinks*

Cole: *dumps hat of water over Sera's head*

Sera: AGH! *flailing into the river* That's cold, you little twerp! Oh, I am going to get you for that!

Cole: You'd have to catch me first! *runs off*

Sera: *squelches after him*

Solas: *sighing* Kids.

Blackwall: You can't take them anywhere.

[Basement Cat]

Ragequisitor VS Cassandra (again) 

 

*post interrogation of Ragequisitor at the beginning*

 

Cassandra: *pondering* I still find it peculiar that you were the only one to survive that explosion. Why you of all people?

 

Ragequisitor: *irritated* Did you ever wonder if I was there alone?

 

Cassandra: *surprised* Why... no. I did not think about that. Were you?

 

Ragequisitor: *anger rising* No. I was there with two other people.

 

Cassandra: *wary* Friends of yours?

 

Ragequisitor: *seething* My brother and my sister.

 

Cassandra: *stunned* I... I am so sorry. I had no idea.

 

Ragequisitor: *low voice, death glare* Do you still think I had something to do with that explosion?

 

Cassandra: *feeling like a heel* No.

[Basement Cat]

*sparring in the courtyard*

 

Inquisitor: *dodges sword swing* Ha! Is that all you got? 

 

Cassandra: Less gloating, more fighting.

 

Inquisitor: *attacks* Let's see how you fare!

 

Cassandra: *blocks* Too easy!

 

Inquisitor: *low kick to the shin* Got ya!

 

Cassandra: *wincing* That was a dirty move!

 

Inquisitor: No. It was a smart move. It's not my fault you lack the skill to defend against it.

 

Cassandra: *throws shield at Inquisitor, gets her right in the face* You were saying?

 

Inquisitor: *knocked silly* Look at the pretty birdies... *passes out*

[Bayonet Hipshot]

*sparring in the courtyard*

 

Inquisitor: *dodges sword swing* Ha! Is that all you got? 

 

Cassandra: Less gloating, more fighting.

 

Inquisitor: *attacks* Let's see how you fare!

 

Cassandra: *blocks* Too easy!

 

Inquisitor: *low kick to the shin* Got ya!

 

Cassandra: *wincing* That was a dirty move!

 

Inquisitor: No. It was a smart move. It's not my fault you lack the skill to defend against it.

 

Cassandra: *throws shield at Inquisitor, gets her right in the face* You were saying?

 

Inquisitor: *knocked silly* Look at the pretty birdies... *passes out*

 

Rogue Inquisitor ? Must have not invested enough in dexterity or cunning to dodge the shield throw.... 

[Basement Cat]

Rogue Inquisitor ? Must have not invested enough in dexterity or cunning to dodge the shield throw.... 

She was busy gloating.

[Ignasious]

Third times a charm 

 

Sera: *mumbling* Hmm...it could work...maybe...

 

Iron Bull: What are you mumbling about?

 

Sera: Well...I just came to think of something...you're quite big, and muscular.

 

IB: Yes, I know. If only the bandits and weaklings we met all the time could notice that aswell. I swear, if we get ambushed by another random group of bandits-

 

Sera: And, as you are quite bulky, you can probably carry alot, right?

 

IB: Where are you going with this?

 

Sera: Just an idea I had. If Varric could sit on your shoulders, you two could be an unstoppable force. He shots things down from affar, and you beat up everything that gets close. Not to mention, we would'nt have to wait all the time for Varrics stubby legs. *chuckles*

 

Varric (if present): You know what? I'll just pretend I never heard that last part.

 

IB: *laughs* If he wants to ride the bull, he will need to buy me a few drinks first.

 

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Blackwall: May I ask you something, Varric?

 

Varric: You just did, Wall. But, sure, shot.

 

Blackwall: As I've understood, you were in Kirkwall when this war against mages and templars first began. There are many rumours of what truly happend that day.

 

Varric: If you've heard the one where the champion of kirkwall swooped in on a high dragon to save the day, I can tell you straight off, that one is fake.

 

Sera or Iron Bull (if present): Besides, isn't swooping bad?

 

Blackwall: I just wanted to make sure of one thing. Is it true that a grey warden named Anders was the one that destroyed the chantry?

 

Varric: *sighs*. Yes, that bit is true. If it's any comfort though, he was possesed by a spirit aswell.

 

Blackwall: A grey warden, and an abomination? *sighs*. Our order has already taken many blows to it's reputation. If it goes on like this, everyone will forget the good things the Hero of Ferelden did all those years ago.

 

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Vivienne: Where did you learn how to cast spells, Solas?

 

Solas: No place in particular. I have wandered around the world, and taught myself most of the spells I know.

 

Vivienne: You...have wandered all your life, and picked things up as you go?

 

Solas: Mostly, yes. There was times when I met with a dalish clan, and I picked up a trick or two, but that's it.

 

Vivienne: So, no master to teach you everything? No circle to tell you how to avoid being possesed?

 

Solas: None at all.

 

Vivienne: I must say, I am impressed. If only you could have picked up finer tastes in clothing as well.

[nightcobra]

An oldy but a goody...

 

but how can I make this more...gut-punchy...ooh i know.

play this music while reading the text below 

 

 

 

 

*Cole's arc at the game's end...*

 

Inquisitor: I'll always remember you

 

Cole: *sad eyes but with smile* no...you won't *fades away*

 

 

 

Months later...

 

 

*Inquisitor finds a book while rummaging through his/her office*

 

(The book being a journal written by Cole, filled with his experiences throughout the game.)

 

 

In it there are entries like:

 

 

"I'm starting a journal today, Solas/Varric is teaching me how to write.

says it would be interesting to see if written records also disappear if I write them."

 

 

"Bumped into Sera today, she looked at me with mean cold eyes, she scares me."

 

 

"Iron Bull made me try ale, it was bitter.

when he asked me if i'd like some milk instead he almost fell off his chair laughing after i said yes."

 

 

"Today was a good day, went to the kennels and Blackwall helped me feed the dogs, he said they were called mabari and that they were very smart. the doggie seemed to nod in agreement, then i scratched him behind the ears."  

 

 

.

.

.

.

.

 

and in the few last pages there could be a few of varric's jokes, solas's grading cole's grammar/vocabulary, maybe even something that sera drew for cole if they're friends later on.

 

and the last page, a farewell from Cole to the inquisitor and all the people he met.

Even if everyone forgets, at least this will remain.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

*Ok that should be enough tears for a bathtub*  

[Violet Carson]

By the Maker, I've been away from this thread too long! I've missed all the awesomeness!

Dorian, Blackwall, the Inquisitor, and Varric


Blackwall: Ridiculous. Beards are vastly superior. They show manliness in its truest form.

Dorian: Couldn't disagree more, Blackwall. Mustaches demonstrate the care and precision a real man needs to take in life. It tells everyone as soon as they meet him that he is a together individual.

Blackwall: Or it tells everyone he isn't able to grow a proper beard.

Dorian: Inquisitor, end this debate will you? Tell the Grey Warden that mustaches are clearly the victor.

Blackwall: And tell the Mage that beards will always triumph over the catipillar crawling on his upper lip.

Inquisitor: Sorry, but you're both wrong.

Dorian: What?

Inquisitor: Real men have chest chair.

Varric: I could have told you that.

[Elfyoth]

Solas, Iron Bull

 

Solas: Hey Bull what can you tell me about the Qun?

 

Iron Bull: Don't you remember Elf? I AM NOT FROM THE QUN!

 

Solas: Yes yes, what you Qunari think about the Darkspwn?

 

Iron Bull: I swear Elf I will punch your...

 

 

 

Cassandra, Solas.  Dragon Age : Dawn of the Seeker Spoilers!

 

Solas: Well Cassandra right?

 

Cassandra: Yes my name is Cassandra what is it mage?

 

Solas: So what's your views on mages?

 

Cassandra: Well.. There was somone I met and I well... 

 

Solas: You well..?

 

Cassandra: Can't you mind your OWN bussines?

 

Sera, Viv

 

Sera: Oh Viv, you know you have such a big..

 

Viv: What?

 

Sera: Well you know...

 

Viv: Well I wouldn't expect more to a stupid pesant with no taste of clothes, see Dorian for example, he's taste is marvedouls and he is smarter than you or any fool that wears clothes like you do.

 

Sera: What?! I am trying to flirt with you and that is what I get?

 

Viv: You should take it personally, you hear me, don't you know I DO NOT flirt with pepole that have your taste males or females?

 

Sera: Remaind me to not talk to you again.

 

Viv: It'll be my PLEASURE!

 

 

 

Solas, Sera

 

Solas: Oh hello...

 

Sera: Are you talking to me?

 

Solas: You know we Elves need to unite with each oth-

 

Sera: Wait wait wait! What do you mean by "Unite" with each other...

 

Solas: You know I am a fade expert I can make your dreams come true...

 

Sera: Errr, don't know if you know but I am a Le

 

Solas: Shh.... no more words..

 

Sera: Get away from me! You freak!

 

Solas: Oh, I get it, you don't like me becouse I am bold..

 

Sera: NO!  I dont like you cuz MALES ARE NOT MY TYPE!!!

 

Solas: Oh... lets never talk about this moment again shall we?

 

Sera: Agreed...