Sera: Say, Varric, can I ask something about the Champion of Kirkwall?
Cassandra (if present): You better give her the short version, whatever it is she plans to ask.
Varric: I bet I've told the stories about Hawke a dussin times already. But, I take it there is something in particular you want to know?
Sera: All you ever talk about is what the Champion did. You don't seem to talk much about the personal things.
Varric (if Rival with Hawke): Well, if you knew the Champion like I do, you know better than to badmouth him/her. S/he would probably yell her/his longues out if I said my personal opinion. All you need to know is, s/he's an a**
(if Friend with Hawke): Well, I do have enough respect for my friend, to not tell every bit of personal information about him/her. S/he's been through enough sh** as it is, without me spreading everything around.
Sera (in response to Rival): Maybe you should spread around every little secret of the champion then? Would be some good payback, at least.
(In response to Friend): You, actually respecting someone's private life? *chuckles* Who are you, and what have you done to Varric?
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Cole: Vivienne...?
Vivienne: I am not going to talk to you, untill you put on some proper clothes, Cole.
Cole: What is wrong with what I am wearing right now?
Vivienne: *scoffs* Have you seen yourself in a mirror lately? You look like a scarecrow, who have traveled through half of Thedas, rolling in a barrel filled with nails and mud.
Cole: I don't look good in this?
Vivienne: No, you don't. You look even more dreadful than Solas.
Solas (if present): Don't drag me into this.
Cole: But, if I am to buy new clothes, it will cost. I don't want someone to pay for me.
Vivienne: *sigh*. Could you atleast consider washing your hair? It looks like a pile of hay.
Cole: I'll do my best.
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