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Varric: I can't believe you picked the absolute worst of my books to read. Why not Hard in Hightown?
Cassandra: I have enough mysteries and investigations of my own.
Varric: What? You don't want to solve more in your spare time?
Cassandra: Then you killed my favorite character in Chapter 3, so I threw the book across the room.
Varric: Ah, a critic. Say no more.

Varric: It makes sense that Leliana did the recruiting when the Inquisition started. Not everyone can be intimidated into signing up after all.
Cassandra: I recruited Commander Cullen.
Varric: Lucky him.
Cassandra: He has made no complaints about my manners.
Varric: His last boss was a raving lunatic who turned into a statue. That's not a high bar.

Varric: Let's talk about your dark and troubled past?
Blackwall: Excuse me?
Varric: Well you have one, of course. Someone dear to you? Someone you've failed to save? Or a grave error in judgment, causing too many deaths? I've known a couple of people like that. Ooh, maybe betrayal! That's always good.
Blackwall: No.
Varric: Well you've got to give me something.
Blackwall: No, I don't. This conversation is over.
Varric: Hm, touchy.

Blackwall: I once met a dwarf who made the best home-brewed ale.
Varric: I once met a Grey Warden who got possessed by a spirit and then blew up a Chantry and killed a hundred people. What makes people think you want to hear what others of „your kind” have done, anyway?

Varric (to Cassandra, after their argument): You know, if Hawke was at the conclave, she could have died as well. You dragged her through enough already. I was protecting my friend.

I feel sun
Through the ashes in the sky.
Where’s the one
Who’ll guide us into the night.
What’s begun
Is the war that will force this divide.
What’s to come Is fire and the end of time.
I am the one
Who can recount
What we’ve lost.
I am the one
Who will live on.
I have run
Through the fields
Of pain and sighs.
I have fought
To see the other side.
I am the one
Who can recount
What we’ve lost.
I am the one
Who will live on.

Soldier: Who's your friend?
Iron Bull: This is Grim. She doesn't talk much.
Inquisitor: *grunts*

Corypheus: Pray that I'll succeed, for I have seen the throne of the gods, and it was empty.