Varric Tethras/Dialogue

Friendship and Rivalry
In Act I, you can talk to Varric in his room at the Hanged Man. He will ask you about killing the Ogre.


 * Diplomatic + All questions + Diplomatic:
 * Humour + All questions + Diplomatic:
 * Diplomatic + All questions + Humour:
 * Humour + Humour:
 * Humour + Aggressive:
 * Aggressive + Aggressive:
 * Humour + All questions + Humour:

Varric's dialogue contains a list of conversations he shares with his companions.

Varric and Anders
ACT I
 * Anders: What?
 * Varric: Just wondering if the feathered pauldrons are an essential part of the moody rebel mage persona.
 * Anders: What are you talking about?
 * Varric: I'm working on an epic poem about a hopelessly romantic apostate waging an epic struggle against forces he can't possibly defeat.
 * Anders: What do you mean, “can't possibly defeat?”
 * Varric: Well, it's not a good story unless the hero dies.


 * Anders: I've always wondered, why is every surface dwarf a merchant or a smith?
 * Varric: You left out criminals and hired muscle.
 * Anders: They don't count.
 * Varric: We dwarves are drawn to shiny objects. Sort of like Magpies, but with business sense.
 * Anders: You're kidding.
 * Varric: Of course I am. We come to the surface with the skills our ancestors had, Blondie.
 * Varric: You think there's a tradition of dwarf woodcutters in Orzammar? Bee keepers?  Sailors?
 * Anders: Well, there could be mushroom growers and nug wranglers.
 * Varric: Orzammar will never let those people go topside. Too vital.  Also, embarrassing.


 * Varric: So a human, an elf, and a dwarf walk into a bar...
 * Anders: The human says, "You're lucky you're so short. That hurt like mad!"
 * Varric: You could have just stopped me, Blondie.
 * Anders: Why waste a perfectly good set-up?

ACT II
 * Anders: Boiling in oil.
 * Varric: Too prosaic. Trapped in a cave with hungry bears, right at the spring thaw.
 * Anders: That lets him off too easy. Dipped in molten gold and left as a statue in the Viscount's Keep.
 * Varric: Ooh. That's poetic!
 * Hawke: What are you two talking about?
 * Varric: What to do to Bartrand when I find him.
 * Anders: Any suggestions?


 * Varric: Blondie, I don't mean to sound critical, but have you considered a new line of work?
 * Anders: Such as?
 * Varric: Pretty much anything? I don't think "renegade mage" has a bright future. Or any retirement plan.


 * Varric: If you've got something to say, just spit it out.
 * Anders: Are you sure you want to encourage me? I might be about to confess my undying love
 * Varric: I get that a lot. So what's on your mind?
 * Anders: I just realized it's been a while since any of the gangs in the Undercity came to my door.
 * Varric: They're busy people. Places to go, throats to cut. Maybe you've slipped their minds.
 * Anders: Right. The apostate running the free clinic in the sewers. Easy to forget. You didn't have anything to do with this?
 * Varric: You must have me confused with someone else! I'm just a businessman and a storyteller.

If you complete Dissent
 * Varric: Oh, cheer up, Blondie. You're making me cry just looking at you.
 * Anders: Don't.
 * Varric: You made a mistake. It happens.
 * Anders: I almost killed a girl.
 * Varric: You've killed two-hundred and fifty-four by my last count. Plus about five hundred men, a few dozen giant spiders, and at least two demons.
 * Anders: It's not the same.
 * Varric: Why? Because this one you feel bad about?  Maybe that's the problem.

ACT III
 * Varric: So, the Knight-Commander... Boiling in oil? That one never gets old.
 * Anders: This is past time for joking.
 * Varric: I'm helping you indulge in elaborate revenge fantasies. I think it's good for you.
 * Anders: Meredith will die. Do not doubt that.
 * Varric: Oh, go away, Justice. Can Anders come out and play?
 * Anders: Stop.
 * Varric: You are no fun anymore.

(if Hawke romances Anders)
 * Anders: You're giving me that look again. What are you writing this time?
 * Varric: So, you and Hawke... I need some details. Did you go down on one knee?  Did he/she jump you?  Did you swear eternal vows of love, or is this just a physical thing?
 * Anders: I don't see how that's any of your business.
 * Varric: Fine, but if you don't tell me, I'm just going to have to make it up.

Varric and Aveline
ACT I
 * Aveline: Varric, do you do anything?
 * Varric: Am I the next stop in your career evaluations? Joy of joys.
 * Aveline: You watch and you talk. Is that it?
 * Varric: You are dismissing hallmarks of both the utterly ineffectual and the incredibly dangerous.
 * Aveline: I don't know what you mean.
 * Varric: It means coins flow when I talk and when I shut up. Like if you got paid to guard or unguard.
 * Aveline: That makes no sense.
 * Varric: Good.


 * Aveline: Maybe I should put you to use Varric. Have you pen some warnings for the lawless.
 * Varric: Who's that for? Are most criminals big readers?  Seems like pacifying the nobles.
 * Aveline: Pictures then. It was just a suggestion.
 * Varric: Well how about a giant sign that just says "Don't." You could hit people with it.
 * Aveline: Thank you, I get the point.


 * Varric: A Fereldan in the guard. What will they think of next?
 * Aveline: You have a problem with that?
 * Varric: Me? My family's not native either.  I'm just surprised.  Lots of old prejudice in the guard.
 * Aveline: I'll give them plenty of reason to change their minds.
 * Varric: You know, it's possible they're just scared shitless of you. That's my theory, anyway.


 * Varric: So what do you do, Aveline?
 * Aveline: You know I'm a guard, why are you asking?
 * Varric: I mean in your off-duty hours. For fun.  You've heard of it, I hope?
 * Aveline: These are my off-duty hours.
 * Varric: And the trend of you scaring the piss out of me continues.

ACT II
 * Aveline: Blondie, Sunshine, Daisy, Rivaini... What am I?
 * Varric: Beg your pardon?
 * Aveline: You don't call anyone by name except for me. Where's my nickname?
 * Varric: That's not true. There's Hawke. And Bianca.
 * Aveline: "Hawke" is a family name and Bianca is a crossbow. Don't change the subject.
 * Varric: Haven't thought of a good one yet. What do you think of "Red?"
 * Aveline: Too common.
 * Varric: Well, when you think of one, let me know.


 * Aveline: You, Varric, have a very large mouth.
 * Varric: And here I've always looked up to you. What is it now?
 * Aveline: There were fistfights in the barracks over who is the model for your guard serial.
 * Varric: Hard in Hightown. Riveting stuff. Everyone loves a dirty guard on the edge.
 * Aveline: Varric.
 * Varric: Fine. I'll start his big finish. Three chapters until Donnen Brennicovick retires and opens a tavern on the coast.
 * Varric: I sure hope he makes it. He's getting too old for this shit.


 * Aveline: You are very close to losing your printing blocks, Varric.
 * Varric: Once more I am falsely accused of whatever it is that I am accused of. Falsely.
 * Aveline: Someone swapped the text of my recruitment poster with some filth from the Blooming Rose.
 * Varric: That does sound pretty good.
 * Aveline: Sure, fill barracks with whores. But you've also filled the Rose with guards.
 * Varric: It's true what they say. The best comedy comes from tragedy.


 * Aveline: You know the Tethras family businesses are registered in your cousin Elmand's name?
 * Varric: You don't say?
 * Aveline: But I can't find any record of you having a cousin Elmand.
 * Varric: I'll introduce you some time. He's a little on the shy side.
 * Aveline: Varric. He's imaginary.
 * Varric: Which makes him a much better head of the household than I am. He never misses the Merchants Guild meetings, for one.

ACT III
 * Aveline: Why are you still here, Varric?
 * Varric: Starkhaven's too pretentious for me and Cumberland's too boring.
 * Aveline: You always say you hate commitment, but here you are, six years later, still at Hawke's side.
 * Varric: Aveline, I thought you'd have noticed by now: I lie a lot.


 * Aveline: Strange, I always thought I'd wind up arresting you some day.
 * Varric: If I ever decide to get caught, Aveline, you'll be the guard I let catch me.
 * Aveline: "Let catch you"?
 * Varric: "Decide to get caught" didn't trip you though. Good to know!


 * Aveline: You're too quiet, Varric.
 * Varric: I'm thinking of switching to romances. Nothing? Not even a foreboding frown?
 * Aveline: I am content. Write what you will.
 * Varric: Well that certainly takes the fun out of it. Contentment in the barracks? Who'll pay to hear that shit?
 * Aveline: Then I should have thought of it years ago.


 * Aveline: How are you at finales, Varric?
 * Varric: I intend to get some practical experience pretty soon.
 * Aveline: Make it a good one, will you?
 * Varric: For you, madam, endless sunsets and roses.
 * Aveline: Varric.
 * Varric: And the swift hand of the law sweeping all aside. I thought that went unsaid.

Varric and Bethany

 * Bethany: You don't seem to like your brother very much.
 * Varric: And here I thought it took blood magic to read minds.
 * Bethany: I had a twin brother, Carver. He used to nail my braid to the bed while I was sleeping.
 * Bethany: I never thought I'd miss him this much.
 * Varric: Sorry about your brother.
 * Varric: Hey, you want mine? I've got a spare...


 * Bethany: Do you ever wish you lived in Orzammar?
 * Varric: Great Ancestors, no! You know what Orzammar is?
 * Varric: It's cramped tunnels, filled with nug-shit and body-odor.
 * Varric: And every person there thinks he's better than you because his great-great-great grandfather made a water-clock or something.
 * Bethany: But they're your people. Don't you even wonder what it would be like?
 * Varric: I have a good imagination. Why would I waste it on that?


 * Bethany: Are you really not afraid of apostates? Not even a little?
 * Varric: Sunshine, I'm a dwarf. In case you missed that detail.
 * Bethany: Dwarves aren't completely immune to magic, you know.
 * Varric: No, no, no! I meant there are at least thirty people in this town who'd murder my family over trade deals.
 * Varric: Who has time to worry about apostates with a Merchant's Guild breathing down your neck?
 * Bethany: In that case... I see.


 * Bethany: Your family used to be noble, right?
 * Varric: By some definition of the term.
 * Bethany: Do you ever wonder what your life would have been like, if you were still nobles?
 * Varric: Sunshine, nobility is just an expensive lifestyle. I've already got one of those.
 * Bethany: Nobles have power, too. And responsibilities.
 * Varric: Estates, servants, investments, mercenaries, assassins? We've still got all those things.
 * Varric: It's sunnier here, and nobody calls me my lord. I think I can live with that.

Only if Birthright has been completed:
 * Varric: So... Milady Sunshine, what's your first act of noblewoman going to be?
 * Bethany: A noblewoman with no fortune and no title? Looking for work, probably.
 * Varric: Practicality is for peasants, my lady. You need to do something frivolous to celebrate your birthright.
 * Bethany: Such as...?
 * Varric: Come up to the Hightown Market and complain bitterly that there's no Orlesian silk that matches your eyes.
 * Bethany: But what if something does match my eyes? What will I do, then?
 * Varric: Insist that they're blatantly copying you, and demand royalties. A good noble always has a complaint ready, Sunshine.

Varric and Carver

 * Varric: You know, Junior, it's eerie how much of a resemblance there is between you two.
 * Carver: He/she's my brother/sister, of course there's a resemblance.
 * Varric: Ooh, you thought I meant Hawke. I was talking about Gamlen.
 * Carver: Maker, I hate you dwarf.


 * Carver: Don't look at me.
 * Varric: What's the problem, little Hawke?
 * Carver: Don't call me...you're just looking for fodder for your stories.
 * Varric: You think you're that interesting?
 * Carver: I have enough trouble being overshadowed as it is. I don't need to get caught under an imaginary me, too.
 * Varric: Don't you worry. I'm not in the business of lullabies or children's stories.


 * Carver: I'm surprised these tunnels don't simply collapse.
 * Varric: Dwarves made them.
 * Carver: Then I'm surprised they're not smaller.


 * Varric: You know, Junior, you're looking at this all wrong.
 * Carver: Whatever it is you're about to say, I'm not interested.
 * Varric: I'm a professional younger brother. Trust me, the center of attention's the worst place to be.
 * Varric: When things go wrong, and they always do, that's where all the fingers point. Look at any kingdom in Thedas.
 * Varric: You've got people who warm thrones, and people nobody sees who do the real work.
 * Carver: And my sister/brother is a queen/king in this scenario. Perfect.
 * Varric: Point. Missing it. Ah well.

Varric and Fenris
ACT I
 * Fenris: I thought all dwarves had beards. Where's yours?
 * Varric: I misplaced it, along with my sense of dwarven pride and my gold-plated noble caste pin.
 * Fenris: I thought maybe it fell onto your chest.
 * Varric: Oh-ho! The broody elf tells a joke!
 * Fenris: I don't brood.
 * Varric: Friend, if your brooding were any more impressive, women would swoon as you passed. They'd have broody babies in your honor.
 * Fenris: You're a very odd dwarf.
 * Varric: And you thought I was joking about the pin.


 * Varric: So, Elf. That thing you do with your hand...
 * Fenris: I can already tell this isn't going anywhere pleasant.
 * Varric: I bet that makes pickpocketing easier.
 * Fenris: I'll try it some time and find out.


 * Varric: So where's your beard, Elf?
 * Fenris: Elves don't grow beards.
 * Varric: Huh. I thought maybe you'd shaved it off in a fit of broody pique.
 * Fenris: So you're a funny dwarf.


 * Varric: Is brooding a sport in Tevinter? Do they hold competitions?  Hand out trophies for the best scowls?
 * Fenris: I'm not "brooding."
 * Varric: Moping, then. You seem like you're a champion at it.
 * Fenris: I'm perfectly content at the moment.
 * Varric: Oh, so that's you smiling? Glad you clarified that.  I'd never have known.

ACT II
 * Varric: You know, if you need advice on how to lay low I can give you some.
 * Fenris: Being short would make for an excellent start, I suspect.
 * Varric: Keep that up, serah, and you can keep on hiding like a rank amateur.
 * Fenris: What would you suggest, Varric? Cower in the shadows like a rat?
 * Varric: You could try wearing something that didn’t scream: "I hate you all! I was a slave!"
 * Fenris: The markings would still show.
 * Varric: Really? Through anything? That’s... kind of cool.


 * Varric: You really ought to take that offer, Elf. It would keep the Coterie off your back pretty much permanently.
 * Fenris: I don’t need employment.
 * Varric: But it wouldn’t kill you to make some friends in this city. Three years, and you’re practically a ghost.
 * Fenris: I prefer it that way.
 * Varric: Healthy attitude there. Forget I said anything.


 * Varric: So what do you do in that gigantic house all day?
 * Fenris: Dance, of course.
 * Varric: Really?
 * Fenris: I run from room to room, choreographing routines.
 * Varric: You're actually joking. Alert the Chantry! They need to put this on the calendar!
 * Fenris: And you thought I was always serious.

If you complete Family Matter
 * Fenris: So you found your brother.
 * Varric: I did! Wasn't expecting that.
 * Fenris: I assume there was a time when you and he were friends?
 * Varric: With Bartrand? No, just brothers. Occasionally he wasn't insufferable.
 * Fenris: And yet you remained at his side.
 * Varric: Too bad he didn't do the same.

In front of The Hanged Man:
 * Fenris: I still don't get the name. Did they hang someone here?
 * Varric: Actually they used to hang men there. By their feet.
 * Fenris: Well, good thing they were drunk then.

ACT III
 * Varric: You know you still owe me five sovereigns, Elf.
 * Fenris: I'm good for it.
 * Varric: So, you think you can win the coin from Isabela? Good luck with that/So you're going to borrow it from Hawke? (if Hawke romanced Fenris or this dialogue appears before you meet Isabela or after she leaves)
 * Varric: Coming to the Hanged Man for Wicked Grace later?
 * Fenris: Never miss it.

( If female Hawke romanced Fenris )
 * Varric: So...you and Hawke?
 * Fenris: What about us?
 * Varric: Want to make sure I get all the details right when I tell the story. Did you sweep her off her feet or was it the other way around?
 * Fenris: I'm not telling you anything but this: There was no actual sweeping involved.
 * Varric: Every little bit helps, Elf.

( If male Hawke romanced Fenris )
 * Varric: So...you and Hawke?
 * Fenris: What about us?
 * Varric: Want to make sure I get all the details right when I tell the story. Did he sweep you off your feet? I'm assuming he did the sweeping.  He's taller than you.  Awkward, otherwise.
 * Fenris: I'm not telling you anything but this: There was no actual sweeping involved.
 * Varric: Every little bit helps, Elf.


 * Fenris: I notice you hardly ever comment on mages and templars and such.
 * Varric: It's a lot of humans in skirts. I get them mixed up.
 * Fenris: I highly doubt that. The subject comes up all the time.
 * Varric: Tell me about it.
 * Fenris: And no opinion? One way or the other?
 * Varric: Opinions are like testicles. You kick them hard enough, doesn't matter how many you got.
 * Fenris: That's... something.


 * Fenris: So...who is Bianca?
 * Varric: My crossbow. Say hello, Bianca.
 * Fenris: But why Bianca? You must have named her after someone.
 * Varric: Nope, Mirabelle was taken.
 * Fenris: The way you fondle your weapon is disturbing.
 * Varric: Hey! I'm a perfect gentleman. In public.

Varric and Isabela
ACT I
 * Varric: I shit you not, Rivaini, it was this big.
 * Isabela: There's no way. Impossible!  I've had hundreds of those in my hands, and they're never that size.
 * Varric: Would I lie about something so critical?

Next line is dependent on third party member
 * Anders: I can't stand it anymore—what are you two talking about?
 * Aveline: I'm afraid to ask, but... what are you two going on about?
 * Carver: What is wrong with you two? Can't you ever have a conversation that isn't dirty?
 * Hawke: What are you two talking about?


 * Varric: We're discussing knives, of course. Well, daggers, technically.  I never remember the difference.
 * Varric: Why? What did you think we were talking about?


 * Varric: Rivaini, stop looking at my chest. My eyes are up here.
 * Isabela: But the chest hair...
 * Varric: Do you know how much I suffer under your gaze? I am a person, not an object!
 * Isabela: Uh, Varric?
 * Varric: (Laughs) Just shitting you.


 * Varric: You know, Rivaini, you promised me you'd tell me how your ship wrecked.
 * Isabela: I was drunk. I thought the reefs around the Wounded Coast were made of candy.
 * Varric: Oh, come on.
 * Isabela: And a demon told me to do it. It bet me sixty sovereigns and a bottle of port.
 * Isabela: You're not the only one here who can bullshit, you know.


 * Varric: I'll let you run your fingers through it, if you want.
 * Isabela: Your chest hair? My fingers?  Oh, Varric, stop!  You're making me quiver.
 * Varric: You know you want to.
 * Isabela: Oh, I do... I can't resist you. No woman can.
 * Varric: I know. It's a terrible burden.

ACT II
 * Varric: Were you listening to that guy in the Hanged Man last night?
 * Isabela: "Your eyes are like bumblebees, flying into the window of my soul." (Laughs)
 * Varric: My favorite was, "Your lips are like the wings of sparrows. Red ones. With no feathers."
 * Isabela: "Oh, speak! And send the plucked wings of your lips soaring."
 * Varric: I'd buy the guy a drink, but I don't think he needs one.


 * Varric: You have got to tell me what was in that box, Ravaini.
 * Isabela: Which box? I've opened so many...
 * Varric: Well, those too. But later. Right now: that Qunari relic.
 * Isabela: I'll make you a deal: I'll tell you what was in that box if you tell me how Bianca got her name.
 * Varric: Fine, forget I asked. Evil woman.


 * Isabela: Come to me, and I'll take you to places you've never been...
 * Varric: Isabela... Are you talking to Bianca?
 * Isabela: I think she deserves to feel a woman's touch on her trigger, don't you?
 * Varric: Bianca responds to my touch. She'd never give it up for you.
 * Isabela: That's what they always say, and I always prove them wrong.
 * Varric: Stop it. You're confusing her.  And me.

If you complete The Long Road If Aveline is in the party: If not:
 * Isabela: Psst. I've got some of it written down now.
 * Varric: Give it here.
 * Varric: "Her breasts strained against the leather jerkin like two wild stallions corralled against their will." (Chuckles)
 * Varric: "She pounced—the smooth moves of a jungle cat—and locked her thighs around Donnic's waist. He—"
 * Aveline: What?
 * Isabela: Nothing.
 * Aveline: What is that?
 * Isabela: Shh! (Giggles)
 * Varric: Isabela just thought she'd celebrate your love affair with a... written dedication.
 * Isabela: It's "friend-fiction!" I do it out of love.
 * Aveline: I will never, ever be clean again.
 * Isabela: Maybe you should read the rest of it in private.
 * Varric: I think that's best.

(If Hawke romances Merrill)
 * Varric: So, Hawke and Daisy.
 * Isabela: I think they're darling together.
 * Varric: It's almost too adorable. Well, except for the evil blood magic thing.
 * Isabela: The most evil thing Merrill does most days is pick the flowers out of other people's gardens.
 * Varric: I know, I have to bribe most of the gardeners in Hightown to keep it quiet.

ACT III
 * Varric: After all this, the life of a pirate is going to be dull, isn't it?
 * Isabela: I know, I'll have to steal myself another Qunari relic.
 * Varric: The scary thing is, I don't know if you're joking!
 * Isabela: (Laugh) Of course I'm joking. I'm not getting involved with those people again.
 * Isabela: No. This time, I'll steal the Queen of Antiva. There's no way that could go wrong.

During the "Last Straw" quest after choosing sides
 * Varric: Just curious, does any of this make sense to you?
 * Isabela: What? This whole "everyone's waiting for the world to end" thing?
 * Varric: Yeah, that.
 * Isabela: Not remotely.
 * Varric: Good. It's not just me, then.

Varric and Merrill
ACT I
 * 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.


 * Merrill: You remind me of Hahren Paivel, Varric. Only younger.  And shorter.  And not as serious.
 * Varric: So it's a close resemblance, then.
 * Merrill: Well, he tells stories. And you tell stories.  Although none of his begin, "No shit, there I was."
 * Varric: I'll have to give him some better stories, then.

After you speak to Merrill in her home for the first time
 * Merrill: Thank you very much for the help earlier, Varric!
 * Varric: You made it back to the Alienage in one piece, then?
 * Merrill: I don't know how I wound up in Darktown. There are just too many corners in Kirkwall.
 * Varric: Still got that ball of twine?
 * Merrill: I left it at my house. Don't worry!  I won't get lost while we're following Hawke.
 * Varric: Bring it next time, Daisy. Just in case.


 * Varric: Daisy, for my sake, please quit cutting through the alleys in Lowtown at night.
 * Merrill: Nothing ever happens. I'm perfectly safe, Varric.
 * Varric: Yes, I know. And that nothing is costing me a fortune.

ACT II
 * Varric: So, I hear you've been visiting the viscount's garden, Daisy.
 * Merrill: They're enormous! And they're always empty. Why don't more people go to see them?
 * Varric: Probably because they're private and surrounded by guards.
 * Merrill: I thought all those men looked a bit cross.


 * Merrill: Bianca is a very pretty name.
 * Varric: I'll tell her you said so, Daisy.
 * Merrill: She can't actually hear you, can she?
 * Varric: Of course she can. What kind of a question is that?
 * Merrill: Wait, are we talking about your crossbow or something else now?

If you complete Family Matter: Alternatively:
 * Merrill: I'm sorry about your brother, Varric. Do you have any other family?
 * Varric: I have family like a rat has fleas, Daisy.
 * Merrill: Does that mean you have a lot of family, or that they make you itch alot?
 * Varric: Both.
 * Varric: I'm sure any priest who would pray for Bartrand would burst into flames.
 * Merrill: Oh, I didn't know priesthood was so dangerous.
 * Varric: Don't worry Daisy, the chantry keeps a lot of water on hand.

If you complete Mirror Image
 * Varric: Why a mirror?
 * Merrill: I don't understand the question.
 * Varric: If your people were going to make a magical whatever for talking to each other, why choose a mirror?
 * Varric: Do elves spend a lot of time talking to their own reflections?
 * Merrill: I suppose the ancient elves would have felt silly talking to a wardrobe or an urn.

ACT III
 * Merrill: You should have this back.
 * Varric: Twine? When did I lend you a ball of twine?
 * Merrill: When I first came to the city when I kept getting lost. It drove all the merchants in town absolutely batty but I never got lost again.
 * Varric: Keep it, Daisy.
 * Merrill: I don't think I'll be getting lost again.
 * Varric: You can use it for other things. Like tying up a package, stringing up a lattern, dressing a roast. It's multi-purpose.


 * Merrill: Is there a story behind Bianca?
 * Varric: There's a story behind everything, Daisy.
 * Merrill: So tell me!
 * Varric: I can't.
 * Merrill: Why not?
 * Varric: There was a girl, and I made a promise. Bianca is the only story I can never tell.
 * Merrill: You can't say that! Now I want to know even more!
 * Varric: That was the idea, Daisy.

(during A New Path)
 * Varric: Does anybody else get the feeling that this is going to end badly? Just me huh?
 * Merrill: It's not all bad Varric, think of the stories you'll be able to tell later.
 * Varric: No offence Daisy, but I could live without telling anyone that we murdered you on some mountain side, it's little hard to made that one sound good.

(during A New Path)
 * Varric: Who thought putting a demon in a cave on Sundermount was a good idea in the first place?
 * Merrill: Where would you have put him?
 * Varric: Tevinter maybe? Or in the Anderfels? Further away from Kirkwall that's for sure.

Varric and Sebastian
ACT II If Hawke is male: If Hawke is female:
 * Sebastian: It's been very exciting working with Hawke.
 * Varric: Are you for real?
 * Sebastian: It seems like he's involved every time there's a crisis in Kirkwall.
 * Sebastian: It seems like she's involved every time something goes wrong in Kirkwall.
 * Sebastian: I've never had so many opportunities to help people!
 * Varric: All right. I thought I was getting tired of moody. I take it back.
 * Varric: You're making my teeth ache.


 * Varric: So, Choir Boy, this usurper of yours is... twenty feet tall?
 * Sebastian: Not even close, no.
 * Varric: But he has claws for hands, right?
 * Sebastian: Fingers. Perfectly normal ones. If a little fat, perhaps.
 * Varric: He eats babies, though. And farts fire.
 * Sebastian: You're not serious, I hope.
 * Varric: You can't even pretend to be interesting, can you?


 * Sebastian: You must forgive your brother.
 * Varric: While you were off playing prince, Bartrand trapped us in the Deep Roads and left us to die.
 * Sebastian: When you hold onto anger, it colors everything you do.
 * Sebastian: You escaped the Deep Roads. You built a life without your brother. Do you still want him haunting you?
 * Varric: Oh, go find some beggars to sing to, will you?


 * Varric: Tell us about Starkhaven, Choir Boy. I'm sure we're all burning with curiosity about your far-away land.
 * Sebastian: "My far-away land?" It's inland Free Marches, not on the moon.
 * Varric: And here I was hoping...
 * Sebastian: It's a lot like here. But fewer dead people.
 * Varric: Well, you don't have Hawke.

ACT III
 * Varric: I've heard rumors about Starkhaven, you know.
 * Varric: They say you eat the dead up there. And murder strangers in the street.
 * Sebastian: Why do I suspect that when you say you've "heard" rumors, you mean you've invented some?
 * Varric: Six of one, half-dozen of another.