Aveline: You're incredibly talented, Merrill. I can see you are meant for great things.
Merrill: Thank you!
Aveline: But... You're stupid.
Merrill: I'm sorry, what?
Aveline: Don't you think it would be better to work on where you are now, instead of recreating old glory?
Merrill: No. No, that's kind of the opposite of what I've been saying. I'm the stupid one? Whatever.
Uh... yeah, that's exactly what Dalish culture is about.
If they are different from the ancient elves, it's not because they wish to be so but the fact that they lack the means to become any closer to Arlathan.
Merrill: I've never met a dwarf before.
Varric: That's because you spend too much time frolicking in the woods, Daisy. Dwarves don't frolic.
Merrill: Dalish don't really frolic, either. Not in the woods anyway.
Varric: You have sanctioned frolicking areas?
Merrill: No, just not in the woods. The trees get jealous.
Varric: But you do frolic?
Merrill: Of course we do! We wouldn't be elves, otherwise.
I'm not sure why she was trolling Varric like that. He meant no offense with his statement.





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