If Varric got to keep the red lyrium shard in da2
Cole: A piece of you sings
Varric: It's called my mouth
Cole: It's not that
Varric: I've heard Bianca croon out a few notes, beautiful every time
Cole: There's something near your heart
Varric: I know my chest hair is wonderful but if it's starting to sing I may need to trim
Whatever other companion you have with you: NO!
Varric: So Noodles, you think the Seeker can take our old guard captain?
Cullen: Cassandra take down Aveline? It would be a hard fight, but I think our guard captain would win out.
Varric: I dont know, I think our seeker could take her.
Cullen: Yeah, but so much time away from her really makes you forget how terrifying Aveline really was.
Varric: Dont remind me, I still have the nightmares.
Cullen: Glad Im not the only one.
Cassandra: Sister Nightingale, tell me, what was it about the warden that made (him/her) so strong?
Leliana: Well, if i had to say, it would have to be (his/her) ability to lead and inspire.
Cassandra: Really? Charisma was all it took?
Leliana: (if romanced) Well, (he/she) was also relentless between the sheets.
Leliana: (if not romanced) Well, (he/she) also enjoyed bashing in darkspawn skulls.
Cassandra: Forget I asked.
Sera: Cassaaaaandddraaaa, it's on my side again!
Cole: Side of what?
Sera: Cassandra it's pretending it doesn't know it has to keep thirty feet away from me!
Cole: I could turn invisible? Then you wouldn't know how close I was, and I could pull your hair all I wanted
Sera: Casaaaaaaaaandra, it said it was going to pull my hair!
Cassandra: Maker help me I will turn this party around
Cole/Cassandra/Varric
Cole: You remind me of someone...
Cassandra: One of your victims?
Cole: No … she was an templar. Her duties always came first, but deep down … she had a soft spot.
Cassandra: And, why do you think I have a soft spot?
Cole: I see you … reading those love stories
Cassandra turns red, and look towards Varric.
Varric: *Laugh* Oh, that's our seeker alright.
Viv: Oh Maker, Dorian do you-
Dorian: I see it too, it's not some fearsome mirage an enemy mage cast to distract us
Solas: I very much wish you two would stop discussing my choice in hats like this
I noticed battle cry in the demo, so I want to try it with my team.
Vivienne
If Cole is down: Finally! The demon is down!
If Varric is down: Varric, that isn't how your story suppose to end!
Cole
If Vivienne is down: I didn't think she would fall!
If Varric is down: Noooo! Varric, I need to hear more of your stories!
Varric
If Vivienne is down: Madam, your clothes will get filthy!
If Cole is down: Ghost boy, get up!
Oh, I *love* Ferelden!
But the way I see it, if you can make it there, you can make it anywhere.
I guess that's true.
Solas/Cole/Cass
Solas:... Well then I suppose we shall have to agree to disagree on this matter, which is just as well. Rarely do discussions of Faith end in absolute or logical conclusions, but you brought up several interesting points Seeker, I shall consider them more thoroughly when our current mission is complete.
Cass: Thank you Solas, you made several good points as well.
Solas: ...
Cass: ...
Solas: So our conversation is over then?
Cass: I suppose so.
Solas: Odd... it feels as though something's missing...
Cass: I feel the same way... it seems as though I should have been calling bullshit on something before now.
Solas: And I don't think I've heard any snide remarks about my wardrobe yet.
Cass: Did either of us turn any perfectly innocent sentences into crude double entendre's, because I feel as though that's something that should have happened already?
Solas: Noooo... I don't think so.
Cass: Is this... is this what having a normal conversation is like?
Solas: I... think it might be.
Cass: Huh... interesting.
Solas: Indeed.
Team Mutually Respectful Religious and Moral Discussion FTW.
Cassandra: "So you are a spy for the Qunari?"
Iron Bull: "In a manner of speaking."
Cassandra: "Hmm. Forgive me but... aren't you a little... conspicuous for a spy?"
Iron Bull: "You'd expect some small elf with little daggers and a penchant for stealth?"
Cassandra: "...Actually, yes."
Varric: "I met one of those once. She stole the Champion of Kirkwall's nose."
Inquisitor: *picks at loose thread in clothes* "You know, I think I need some new clo-"
Varric: "Shh!"
Inquisitor: "What is it?"
Varric: "Our dear 'Madame de Fer' is sitting not far behind you, and I'd swear I just saw her ears perk up."
Inquisitor: "Ah. You don't think she'd...?"
Varric: "Do you really wanna risk it?"
Inquisitor: *shakes head*
Inquisitor: "Cole, where are your boots? You'll need them when we cross the swamp."
Cole: "I gave them to the poor soldier."
Inquisitor: "What poor soldier?"
Cole: "The poor soldier in the tavern last night."
Inquisitor: "...The poor soldier... in the tavern..."
Cole: "Yes. He said that he'd lost his own pair of boots fighting for his country some years ago, and he'd not been able to afford a new pair since. So I decided to give him mine."
Inquisitor: "Right. So you gave away your *brand new drakeskin boots* to a 'poor soldier' in a tavern."
Cole: "Yes."
Inquisitor: "And it never occured to you that he *might* have been lying?"
Cole: "...Drat!"
Awwww Cole I kinda almost wish that was a game mechanic, certain characters loosing/selling/giving away certain items you give them. You'd have Cole being tricked out of his boots, Viv throwing away her nasty armor in disdain, or Solas tearing apart his gloves in order to use their components in his experiments.
Varric/Blackwall/Sera:
Varric- "So Blackwall, you must have gotten a lot of nicknames during your time with the Grey Wardens..."
Blackwall- "Some here and there, but most call me Blackwall. Why do you ask?"
Varric- "Because everyone I come across seems to think the name doesn't fit."
Blackwall- "And just what name DO You think suits me dwarf?"
Varric- "Oh I don't know, Beardy? Ser McScruff?"
Sera- "Feathers! Call him Feathers!"
Blackwall- "*sighs* call me Warden if you must...."
Varric- "I kind of liked Feathers..."
Vivienne/Sera:
Sera- "Pleeeeeease?"
Vivienne- "For the last time, no! I am *not* taking off my hat!"
Sera- "But whyyyy? I want to see what's underneath!"
Vivienne- "What, pray tell, do you believe is underneath?"
Sera- "Gold? Jewels? Ohhhhh, maybe candy!"
Vivienne- "If you so much as pass a thought of touching my hat with your grubby, unwashed fingers, so help me..."
Sera- "If you give me some candy I'll stop!"
Vivienne- "For all I know that spirit touched it...oh Maker!"
Sera- "Okayyyy forget it then..."
Vivienne- "*mumbles* works every time..."
Varric/Sera
Part 1-
Sera- "So Varric! You said you knew a girl elf when you were around the Champion! Tell me about her!"
Varric- "Who, Daisy? Oh, she was sweet as can be! A bit light in the head though."
Sera- "*She sounds wonderful! Oh do tell me more!"
Varric- "She always found herself frolicking in the gardens. Of course, I had to get my boys to make sure she didn't tip off the wrong guard..."
Sera- "*swooning sigh*"
Part 2-
Sera- "Oh Varric, do tell me more about Daisy!"
Varric- "Anything she did, she was just so innocent you couldn't hate her..., not a mean bone in her body."
Sera- "A beautiful elf named after a flower? Sounds like my dream girl."
Varric- "She was the girl next door. Often times the wrong door."
Sera- "But you said she didn't have a mean bone in her body!"
Varric- "She didn't. But she did have this one really, really bad habit..."
Sera- "If it's anything like Iron Bull's flatulence I do NOT want to know!"
Part 3-
Sera- "So Varric, what WAS Daisy's bad habit?"
Varric- "Well, she was a mage..."
Sera- "Sooooo, there's lots of mages!"
Varric- "She was a blood mage."
Sera- "But she was a blood mage with a heart of gold! How is that bad?"
Varric- "She summoned a demon that cost her entire clan! Including the Keeper!"
Sera- "But it was an accident right?"
Varric- "Yeah. But she was so obsessed with communicating with strange spirits..."
Sera- "Oh...okay I don't think she's so dreamy now..., let's just pretend I never asked!"
Blackwall/Sera
Sera- "Pleeeaseee?"
Blackwall- "Lass, just because you like to call me Feathers does NOT mean I can fly!"
Sera- "But Varric told me that you would give them rides all the time!"
Blackwall- "Don't be daft girl! I am not a horse or a griffon!"
Sera- "But your beard must serve some function yes? Aw come on! Varric told me that your beard makes a mighty good swing! Let me try!"
Blackwall- "I am going to have a serious word with Varric about those tall tales he tells..."
Iron Bull/Dorian/Varric
Dorian- "Bull, is it? You remind me a lot of...me..."
Iron Bull- "I am a Qunari mercenary. You are a Tevinter magister. How do I remind you of you?"
Dorian- "Well you are so unlike a, how do I say it, 'typical' member of your kind. I know what it's like to be different..."
Iron Bull- "You're a mage and you cast magic. You're a Tevinter, a noble at that, and you're arrogant. I fail to see what you are saying..."
Dorian- "Well most Qunari don't drink and stuff themselves fat! Nor do they bed whatever has two legs and walks..."
Iron Bull- "You have to take life by the horns, Tevinter."
Dorian- "Horns, you say?"
Iron Bull- "I swear I could have seen your mustache move. And you're staring at my horns awfully...intense..."
Varric- "If Isabela were hear to see this..."
Dorian- "They just...intrigue me..."
Varric- "Hold on gentleman, let me write this all down. Isabela is going to be so inspired!"
Dorian- "What are you going on about dwarf?"
Varric- "Rivaini likes friend fiction..."
Iron Bull- "Friend what?"
Varric- "Oh nothing. Continue your conversation gentlemen..."
Solas/Cole/Sera
Cole- "Um, Solas? Here..."
Solas- "What's that you have there Cole?"
Cole- "It's hair. I see you don't have any so I wanted to get you some..."
Solas- "Cole, that's an awful lot of...hair. Who did you get that from?"
(*Sera's lip is quivering, her eyes are glassy and her fists are clenched*)
Sera- "Cooooolllllleeeee!!!!!"
Cole- "I'm going to disappear now..."
Here's some more:
Solas/Sera/Cole
Sera- "You're an expert on the Fade, right?"
Solas- "I try to learn as much as I can. What's your question child?"
Sera- "Wellll....can mages fart out spirits?"
Solas- "They can summon spirits by many means. Some ways that are quite odd. But I have not heard of a mage 'farting' out spirits..."
Sera- "Well how do you explain 'it' over there?"
*Cole disappears sadly*
Solas- "Sera!"
Solas/Sera/Cole
Solas- "We need to talk young lady!"
Sera- "What about? I already told 'it' I'm not giving you my hair!"
Solas- "'It' is what we're going to talk about!"
Sera- "Why?"
Solas- "Because I think you're very disrespectful and unkind to Cole! Spirits are just like us you know!"
Sera- "'It' is *nothing* like me!"
Solas- "Sure he is! He wants to help people just as much as you do!"
Sera- "Well he can help me by disappearing. And being somewhere far away!"
Cole- *appears* "In that case I *don't* want to help..."
Sera- "Ew! Go away!"
Sera/Vivienne
Sera- "Vivi, how old are you?"
Vivienne- "It's Madame Vivienne, urchin! And that is none of your business! A lady never tells her age!"
Sera- "But I'm a girl and I tell people how old I am all the time!"
Vivienne- "Oh I doubt even that, considering how you keep your hair and dress like you're from a Ferelden alienage!"
Sera- "Heyyyy! I don't look bad!"
Vivienne- "No? With that getup you look just like that undead spirit you complain about so much!"
Sera- "*breaks into sobs* Oh noooooo! Help me! Please! Madame de Fer! Helllppppp!"
Vivienne- "Finally I get a model for that dress the Empress left me...afraid it doesn't go with my boots. She'll have to do..."
Vivienne/Cassandra
Vivienne- "Seeker. I admire you're standards and your martial prowess. But I grow concerned..."
Cassandra- "Is there an enemy amidst our barracks? Blood magic going on?"
Vivienne- "Something far, far worse than I can imagine my dear..."
Cassandra- "That witch in the Empress' court! I knew it! What is she up to?"
Vivienne- "I'm afraid it's worse than those robes that Chasind thing even came in..."
Cassandra- "Oh by the Maker out with it! What's going on?"
Vivienne- "You're wearing armor..."
Cassandra- "What? Your crisis is me wearing armor?"
Vivienne- "Dear Seeker, we are leading an Inquisition. A symbol of status across Thedas. Many eyes will be upon us. And you parade around wearing a metal suit. How dreadfully embarrassing! If you serve the Divine, you serve the Maker. The Maker would *not* want to gaze upon that..."
Cassandra- "Oh what did I get myself into..."
Vivienne/Dorian
Vivienne- "That growth around your lips. It is most horrendous!"
Dorian- "Says the harpy who looks more like a court jester than a noblewoman!"
Vivienne- "You dare work up the nerve to mock my outfit? We Orlesians surpass you Tevinters in culture and fashion!"
Dorian- "To the Void with that notion! We Tevinters produce the best mages and happen to be the longest standing nation in Thedosian history!"
Vivienne- "And yet your people cannot best your rivals, the Qunari!"
Dorian- "And your people were held back by Ferelden! Ferelden!"
Vivienne- "Speaking of Ferelden, did I regale you the time Morrigan first showed up in the Empress' Court?"
Dorian- "You mean the barb-tongued viper? You told me she showed up looking like a Chasind barbarian!"
Vivienne- "She did! And she had the nerve to come swooping into my dear Celene's court looking like a product of that elf urchin's fantasies!"
Dorian- "Ugh! If there's anything I learned, swooping is bad!"
Here are a few banters I previously posted on the Solas thread. All are based on random, unfounded speculation, as we actually know nothing about Solas.
Team Crushed Expectations: random and baseless speculation
Inquisitor: knocks on door. "Solas, can I come in?"
Solas: the sound of rustling paper is heard. "If you insist."
Inquisitor: Opens door. "I do insist. I had to stop Sera from using Cole as target practice at dinner tonight. Isn't that usually your job?"
Solas: "He can take care of himself."
Inquisitor: "In a fight, maybe. But he certainly isn't up to Sera's verbal assaults, she's flings adjectives as smoothly as arrows, and to no less effect. Speaking of words, you have lapsed from taciturn to mute since Dorian joined us. Care to tell me why?"
Solas: "No."
Inquisitor: "If you have a problem with him I need to know. Closing the rifts is going to take the whole team." crosses room to look Solas directly in the eye. "I need you at your best."
Solas: pulls a thick, yellowed stack of papers from behind him and hands them to the Inquisitor. "My thesis on the energy fluctuations associated with opening and closing fade rifts and the influence of magical manipulation in areas where the veil is thin on their spontaneous occurrence."
Inquisitor: confused "What does this have to do with Dorian?"
Solas: "Nothing really."
Inquisitor: arches eyebrow "Nothing?"
Solas: "There was an open seat in the Department of Fade Studies at the University in Vyrantium. It was not as prestigious as the University in Minrathous so I thought I had a chance.... Humans never see past the ears, you know."
Inquisitor: "I know. I'm sorry, Solas. If.... When this is all over, I promise I will work to change that."
Off stage scene from DAI: Solas leans against a tree, a thick bundle of paper piled on his lap as he writes. A second, smaller stack of paper is haphazardly stacked at his side covered with references and footnotes. Varric walks up and peruses his work.
Varric: What are you doing, Solas? At this rate you will cause the deforestation of half of Orlais.
Solas: I am attempting to write a dissertation on the nature of magic.
Varric: I'm pretty sure I remember you saying it couldn't be defined.
Solas: That was before the Inquisitor discovered all the banter triggers.
Varric: Oh, yeah. I wrote "Wicked Wardens" while I was waiting for my turn in the last area with more than one trigger.
Solas: And you don't even have to wait that long. She always saves me for last so she can "squee" every time I say something. I could recite the entire Litany of Adralla and the whole of the Chant of Light and she would stare at me the whole time as if I was revealing the truth about the Black City.
Varric: You know the whole Chant of Light?
Solas: sigh
More unfounded Solas speculation based on scotch bonnet candies and Laidlaw's snippet that we can tick our companions off enough to make them leave. Inquisitor is pragmatic Dalish elf.
Solas: "Inquisitor, you cannot support Gaspard! It is a betrayal of our people. Do you want to see more generations of Elvhen children condemned to the slums, to servitude no better than slavery. Have you no conscience?!"
Inquisitor: "And would you prefer to see those Elvhen children die now, instead? Gaspard has the troops and the tactical advantage to end this now. And Celene is no better, she may speak of aiding the Elvhen, but she will do what serves her best."
Solas: "Celene has at least tried to aid our people. To Gaspard we have less status than the horse he rides. With Iron Bull's mercenaries we could bolster Celene's forces, and she already holds Val Royeaux."
Inquisitor: "Iron Bull's mercenaries are over a weeks march away. In that time thousands more will die if I don't get these rifts closed. To close them I need access to the city. If I wait, that blood is on my hands."
Solas: "And the blood of future generations will be on your hands if you don't. You have the gall to call Celene self-serving. Look in the mirror. For all you profess to support the Elvhen people, you only count the Dalish. I'm through. Goodbye, Inquisitor. I won't wish you good luck."
OR, if the Inquisitor has enough influence with Solas.
Solas: "And the blood of future generations may be on your hands if you do. Just remember, there are more Elvhen than the Dalish, don't forget that." walks away -10 approval
Hugs. In one of the interviews they asked Cameron Lee if you could hug your companions. He was unable to answer the question, but in the interests of fueling our speculation, here are some Inquisitor hugs after a dragon combat.
Inquisitor: hugs Vivienne. "Wow, you toasted that dragon. Great job!"
Vivienne: "Get off me! You'll soil my robes, peasant." walks off
Inquisitor: hugs Sera. "An arrow right in the eye. You're amazing."
Sera: hugs back. "I'm so glad we all survived. And the villagers will be safe now." smiles in satisfaction
Inquisitor: hugs Iron Bull. "If you hadn't kept that beast distracted it would have had us all. You're bleeding, let me help."
Iron Bull: "It's nothing. But if you are interested in helping, I wouldn't mind spending some time with you." pats Quiz on the arse
Inquisitor: hugs Varric. "You had Bianca singing there. Beautiful."
Varric: "Nothing but the best for the Quiz. What a story this will make." walks off "Dragon swooped from the dimming sky, a thousand tons of death did fly..."
Inquisitor: hugs Dorian: "Nice work, Sparkles. I thought we were dragon chow."
Dorian: "Well, I am the best. But..., Sparkles?" turns too look for Varric. "D***, mouthy rogue anyway"
Inquisitor: hugs Cole: "Thank you, Cole. You were a great help."
Cole: blushes and vanishes
Inquisitor: hugs Cassandra "Cass, I thought you were a goner, standing their in it's face with just that shield."
Cassandra: "With proper training and equipment it is possible to withstand dragon fire." looks at her shield hand "I should probably see Vivienne about some burn ointment."
Inquisitor: hugs Blackwall "You were there every time the dragon went for someone, always protecting them. You have a stout heart my friend, thank you."
Blackwall: "Um, that is what I do. Protect those who need it. Thanks." walks away embarrassed.
Inquisitor: hugs Solas. "Solas, that was incredible! How did you manage to paralyze it's wings mid-flight, then cast that tempest and still have enough mana to use lightning on it when it fell?"
Solas: "If you had read Colbert's thesis on the recapture of mana with a fade vortex and Teret's wave theory you could see that the interaction of those principles allowed..." ump "I can't breathe when you squeeze me that tight."
Inquisitor: "I know, shut up and kiss me."
Solas: blushes, stammers and runs
BSN Solas fans: "Oh Solas, Oh Solas. Where for art thou, Solas."
Solas: raises eyebrow. " You would think the Solas thread would at least have enough self respect not to mangle overused Shakespeare quotes." Goes back to reading.
Vivienne: "Solas, what are you reading? 'The Peacock Fan' by Lady Lucina Lovestruck. Such an erudite work. I am surprised, Solas.
Solas: "Surprised, dear Vivienne? I was hoping to peruse an updated copy of Falcini and Corbett's definitive work, 'Fluctuations in mana cost of basic primal and healing spells based on season, elevation and local connection to the fade.' I had hoped for new research, as the original paper was only 48 pages in length and the research lacked adequate control subjects." Solas waves toward thick hollow book cover with the research paper title. "I will say perusing your library has proved educational."
Vivienne: "But you are still reading it."
Solas: "The Inquisitor plans for us to attend an Orlesian ball. This appears to be adequate instruction on the workings of Orlesian politics if I am to judge by your example."
Vivienne: "You soulless knife ear..." stomps off
Varric: "You sure got her panties in a twist." leans over to read a few lines "Oh, not bad. You should read 'Hard in Hightown' I think the action scenes are better."
Solas: "The action scenes are anatomically impossible. At least your Hightown politics were more direct, although I think an alliance based on a dalliance conducted while dangling from a rope over a chasm seems rather improbable, don't you?"
Varric: "Hey, that's how it happened. Well, kind of, with a little literary license."
Solas: "Less literary license and more dwarven ale, I think."
Varric: "It keeps the reader's interest." shrugs and walks off
Solas: "Quit reading over my shoulder, Cole"
Cole: "But this is the good part."
Solas: "Good by what definition, demon?"
Cole: "Oh, never mind. Go to page 243, it's the Inquisitors favorite scene."
Solas: "Go away, Cole." waits for a few minutes, then flips to page 243. "Hmm, perhaps I should spend more time with the Inquisitor."
Varric, Sera and Cassandra:
Varric: You can handle your drink, Seeker. I'll give you that.
Sera: *snickers* I'm sure she can handle much more.
Cass: Wha-
Varric: She sure does like to fondle that weapon of hers.
Cass: Your one to talk, Varric.
Sera: Ooh! Very defensive!
Cass: Maker give me strength, It's like traveling with children.
Varric, Sera and Iron Bull:
Varric: No. Qunari suits him fine.
Sera: Really, Varric! That's boring, mines was good.
Iron Bull: What are you two muttering about?
Sera: C'mon, horny is perfect!
Varric: *snorts*
Iron Bull: Is that supposed to be me?
Sera: Who else you ******?
Iron Bull: While I'am horny- in both ways -don't ever call me that. Ever.
Varric: Told you.
Sera: *sigh*
Cole, Solas and Vivienne:
Solas: Fascinating.
Cole: Am I?
Solas: Of course! You blur the lines between spirit, demon and human. I wonder...
Vivienne: Solas, no. Remember what happened last time you "experimented" on something?
Solas: The stench was intentional.
Vivienne: And the fire?
Solas: Not so much.
Cole: Fire?
Vivienne: Besides if we should experiment on anything it should be your wardrobe.
Solas: My clothes are fine.
Vivienne: Fine is not the word I'd use.
Cole: What fire?
Varric: So, Cole, have you ever seen an Antivan Milk Sandwich?
Cole: A what?
Varric: Don't play coy. You can sneak around unseen and you're telling me you've never seen an Antivan Milk Sandwich?
Cole: Maybe I have. What does it involve?
Varric: Well first you need *gets interrupted by the Inquisitor*
Inquisitor: VARRIC!
Vivienne and a Dalish Inquisitor at the stables
Vivienne: "Inquisitor! Why must you stable this filthy beast with our Orlesian thoroughbreds? It’s bad enough that you parade through the streets on it, without bringing it into our chateau!"
Inquisitor: "She’s not a filthy beast! Halla are well respected among the Dalish, not treated like beasts of burden like your horses. We regard them as our family."
Vivienne: "I can certainly see the similarity."
Inquisitor: "And, halla are both intuitive and intelligent creatures."
Vivienne: "Well, that’s more than I can say for some of the horned beasts you travel with."
Iron Bull: "Hey!"
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What with Oghren/Alistair's chat about 'pike twirling' and Varric/Isabela's about 'dagger length', I think every game needs some misunderstood innuendo.
Sera: "It was this big, I swear."
Iron Bull: "There’s no way you fit that in there."
Cassandra: "...?"
Sera: "I swear! She was very grateful too, said it was the best she’d had in a long time."
Iron Bull: "Is that why the carpet looks so worn?"
Sera: "Yup, we pretty much rubbed it threadbare going backwards and forwards like that."
Cassandra: "What in the Maker’s name are you talking about?"
Sera: "Oh, I’ve just been helping Vivienne move a new couch into her new room. Why... what did you think we were talking about?"
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Varric: "You know kid, you’re alright."
Cole: "I’m alright?"
Varric: "I kind of knew a spirit once before, back in Kirkwall, and let’s just say he wasn’t the most fun guy to have around. Or the most stable."
Cole: "What kind of spirit was he?"
Varric: "The patron spirit of angst, feathery pauldrons and very sad kittens, I’d say."
Just wanted to say , keep the banters coming.
I'm loving this thread! 
*Ballrom with fancy clothing and orlesian cheeses*
Vivienne: This party turned out to be a fine diversion wouldn't you say?
Dorian: Quite right my dear...wait, is that?
Vivienne: Sera?!
Sera: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!!!
Iron Bull: I thought you'd never ask 
Vivienne: Monsieur Pavus! hold my glass if you please, I have some business to attend to. 
*magic crackles in hand*
Dorian: Oh this should be good *sips wine*
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Vivienne: That baron...tsk tsk, how the mighty have fallen, just look at his attire.
Dorian: They really are terrible my dear....nice ass though.
Vivienne: *spit laughs*
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*Isabela sneaks into Cassandra's room*
Isabela:
"Now where is that thing varric's been fussing me over....? Oh that must be it."
"Huh, looks like any regular book."
*opens book, face gets deeply red, quickly closes it up*
later....
Varric:
"So rivaini, how did it go?"
Isabela:
"It was...it was...oooooh" *faints*
Varric:
"By the stone! what has she been writing?!"
Cole: Hello
Sandal: Hello
Cole: What are you doing? *puts finger in mouth as he watches sandal with curiosity*
Sandal: Enchantment!
Cole: Enchantment?
Sandal: *takes out rune stone* boom
Cole: ...I don't get it. I like the singing though.
Sandal: *smiles* for you *hands over rune*
Cole: Thank you
Sandal: You're nice, like doggy.
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Inquisitor: You look unusually happy today. anything good happen?
Cole: I guess, I made a friend today. 
Cole: Hello
Sandal: Hello
Cole: What are you doing? *puts finger in mouth as he watches sandal with curiosity*
Sandal: Enchantment!
Cole: Enchantment?
Sandal: *takes out rune stone* boom
Cole: ...I don't get it. I like the singing though.
Sandal: *smiles* for you *hands over rune*
Cole: Thank you
Sandal: You're nice, like doggy.
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Inquisitor: You look unusually happy today. anything good happen?
Cole: I guess, I made a friend today.
Awwwwww. 
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