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Leliana (to the Inquisitor): You and I have walked so long through the darkness together. It's time for us to live in the light.

By the side of the Divine
Cassandra seeks the truth and finds
Her whirling blade cuts so sublime
Royal hearts Nevarran minds

Varric charms with clever words
Vender of exotic goods
Writer of salacious books
A rogue, a dwarf with ragged looks

Solas, mysterious elven mage
Mastered magic by his own hand
Not a Dalish or a city elf
Skeptic born into lovely land

Dorian rebelled against countrymen
A mage from the Tevinter Imperium
Charming and suave and just slightly suspect
These are the early days we defend

And then the later ones came to the fade
Like Sera who stayed to tempt their fate
But we all know she was but a rogue
The taverns still sing her name

Blackwall, a secretive Grey Warden
Proud of his life and his isolation
Bruising and strong, protector of all
Recruiting the brave to join the cause

Iron Bull's loyal indulgent one
A past brilliant agent of those who run
The Bull's Chargers now stay in his sight
But he still finds the time to roar through the night

Vivienne, Madame De Fer
Respect of the mages throughout the world
Ruthless to fight by Inquisitor's side
Defying expectations only to rise

Then there's of course our revered ever more

Like Commander Cullen who lead his men through the Inquisition
A Templar, a knight stayed with the fight stout and bright

Or Sister Nightingale, spymistress veiled
In beauty and bow
Orlesian bard, both tender and hard
Brave and bold

Josephine, noble with bright acumen
With grace and charm in hand
Ambassador to the wealthy and shrewd
And dear through the land

The Inquisitor surely stands
Because of these souls we sang.

(Companions song)

Varric: That reminds me… this is the key to the city.
Bram: You can't give that away without permission from the council and an official ceremony!
Varric: It's just symbolic anyway.
Bram: It controls one of the giant chain networks in the harbor!
Varric: Really? That is… so much better than I thought!
Inquisitor: Thank you Varric. I'm touched. Also a little horrified by this key now, but still touched.

Varric: Turns out if you found enough reconstructions in a city, the nobles give you the worst job they can think of.

Varric: I was hoping to catch you before the summit goes underway. I got you… sort of a present. It is the official recognition of your title and holdings in Kirkwall. Congratulations! You're a comtesse now!
Bram: You can't actually do that without…
Varric: Too late! Already did it.

Scout Harding: Every time you are more than just a person to someone, you are also less than a person to them. They never know that a real, normal woman fought the avvar and killed that dragon. And they certainly don't know about your strange fixation with elfroot…
Inquisitor: My feelings for elfroot are classified, Scout Harding!

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Mer' persze, hogy a törpök csinálták fel Hófehérkét is! Persze, bazdmeg, kenjétek ezt is miránk!

(Random törp – Trancsír embere)

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Blackwall: So, Solas. Sera and I had been talking and we need you to settle a question for us.
Solas: Sera is involved. So this question will be offensive.
Blackwall: Yes. Probably. Sorry. You make friends with spirits in the Fade… are there any who are more than just friends? If you know what I mean…
Solas: Oh, for fu… Really?
Blackwall: It's a natural thing to be curious about…
Solas: What are you, twelve-year-old?
Blackwall: It's a simple yes or no question!
Solas: Nothing about the Fade or spirits is simple… especially not that.
Blackwall: Ah! So you do have experience in these matters!
Solas: I did not say that!
Blackwall: Don't panic! It will be our little secret…
Solas: Ass.
Blackwall: Now who's twelve?

Varric: I like the stories where the villain was the man beside you the whole time. The best villains don’t see themselves as evil. They’re fighting for a good cause, willing to get their hands dirty.
Iron Bull: Alright, that’s really deep and all, but I meant where do the bad guys come from literally. They way you write it, it’s like they just fall from the sky and land on top of the hero.
Varric: I like to leave some things to reader’s imagination.

Inquisitor (Arriving to a Keep): Shall we knock?
Iron Bull: Oh, yeah.