Morrigan/Dialogue

Morrigan's dialogue contains a list of the conversations that Morrigan shares with the other companions in which they discuss each other's backgrounds, and their reactions to the game's events. It also contains a list of the conversations Morrigan shares with The Warden.

Morrigan's remarks
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 * (entering Lothering proper) *sarcastically* "Oh look at how they wail and gnash their teeth in their despair."
 * (upon entering Gnawed Noble Tavern) "There's no fool like a drunken fool. My mother told me that once and I see 'tis true."
 * (browsing the merchandise in Wonders of Thedas) "Just as I thought, all junk. (pause).....is that an authentic Chasind fertility symbol?"
 * (upon entering The Pearl) "I never understood the purpose of such a place. In my experience, everyone pays for sex."
 * (at Lake Calenhad shoreline) "How very fitting that they would build a prison for mages in the middle of a lake and make it look like a giant phallus."
 * ''(entering the Senior Mages Quarters) "Ah, can you feel that? A great power is unleashed here."
 * ''(entering the Great Hall) "'Tis strange that we have not encountered more resistance. Where are all the mages? All dead?"
 * ''(collecting last Apprentice Note) "The boy is dead. He touched something beyond the Veil, and was not prepared."
 * (when encountering the desire demon at the Circle Tower) "Apparently you can get your desire and still suffer horribly. 'Tis truly a lesson for all who consider marriage."

==	Morrigan and Warden==

The dialogue options shown here are currently only partial lists and do not include every conversation option. The approval number shown represents the change in approval for that specific conversation option and not for the entire conversation. For the total change in approval add up each option you intend to select.

===	Deep in the Wilds===

During the conversation with Flemeth she will suggest that you take Morrigan with you. At this point in the conversation the following dialogue options are available:

*		I think that's an excellent idea.

**				Any of the three options

***						She won't come to harm with us.

****								No, I prefer you speak your mind. (only appears once)

*****										I think we should just get underway.

*** 						We don't need her help.

****								I think we should just get underway.

===	Lothering===

Immediately upon entering Lothering and dealing with the bandits, speak with Morrigan for a lot of conversation options.

*		I'd like to ask you something.

**				Did you grow up in the Korcari Wilds? (only appears once)

***						(Male Warden only) You can probe me anytime. (initiates romance with Morrigan)

***						(Female Warden only) You could if you wanted to.

****								And you remained unnoticed?

*****										Very daring. That sounds like you.

******												That was quick thinking.

*******														Any of the three options

********																Well, I'm glad it worked out this way, at least.

***						It's my favorite way of annoying you.

****								How about I use a large club, instead?

*****										I have a hard time picturing that.

******												You must have looked quite the fool.

*******														What happened to the poor man?

**				Have you ever been hunted by the Chantry? (only appears once)

***						And you are cute when you're evasive.(Male Warden only)

****								Fun? You found it fun?

*****										Any of the three options

******												They got what they deserved.

*******														I agree completely.

***						Just answer. Or don't.

****								I feel sorry for the templars.

*****										Any of the three options

******												Don't you regret hurting any of those men at all?

*******														That's a pathetic justification.

**				Is Flemeth really what she seems to be?

***						A nutty old bat.

****								I've heard a little of it.

*****										That sounds interesting.

******												Any of the three options

*******														Seems like a fair deal.

********																Any of the three options

*********																		Which? She never invaded? Or he never defeated her?

**********																				An interesting story. Thank you.

***********																						My mother died. Recently, in fact.

***						An old woman.

****								Spare me the bedtime stories.

*****										All right, but make it quick.

******												Any of the three options

*******														He sold his wife to another man?

********																Any of the three options

*********																		Of course Flemeth would say that.

**********																				That all sounds like hogwash.

***********																						Keep your curiosity to yourself.

**				How did you become a shapechanger? (only appears once)

***						That does sound like something you'd do.

****								I've never heard of magic like that before. (only appears once)

*****										That's good. Such traditions need to be preserved.

****** 												Maybe a little

*******														That's all I wanted to ask.

********																I think your abilities sound quite useful.

********																Maybe tied to a flagpole and tickled.

***						But it's just a legend, right?

****								I've never heard of magic like that before. (only appears once)

*****										The Chantry simply seeks to protect us from danger.

******												That's all I wanted to ask.

*******														It does seem a little... revolting.

********																Any of the three options

*********																		You can go back, if you like.

The following appear after other conversations have occurred:

*		So life in the wilds must have been very lonely.

**				That sounds wonderful.

***						Any of the three options

****								But you were just a child.

*****										They made you stronger, didn't they?

**				And did they speak back?

***						Any of the three options

****								I have a hard time picturing you heartbroken.

*****										I feel sorry for you.

*		I'd like to ask you something.

**				Can you teach others to become shapechangers? (May change approval depending on previous conversations}}

***						As you wish (Unknown positive approval).

***						I should have known you'd be a selfish bitch. (Unknown negative approval)

**				Tell me... are you really Flemeth's daughter?

***						Any of the three options

****								Does that mean you love her?

*****										I suppose that's true.

******												You're right. Love is so unnecessary.

****								A cozy family of abominations and apostates. Sounds lovely.

*****										Is there no place for nurturing and love?

******												Not really.

*******														Love? No I certainly don't want that from you.

Upon completing these conversations, you may romance Morrigan if you are a male Warden. You must have earned all the possible positive approval and none of the negative approval up to this point.

*		{Kiss her}

**				Humor me.

**				Do you object?

**				Fine. I'll leave you be.

*		So what do I have to do to get on your good side.

**				I think I'm ready to move forward, yes.

***						I am brilliant and amazing.

**				This is your good side?

***						I'd settle for some sex, if that's the case.

****								Are you joking? You're fishing for a compliment?

*****										Forget it, then. I dislike games.

*		You are a heartless shrew, you know that?

**				Oh, there's plenty more where that came from.

Purchase and give a Golden Rope Necklace to Morrigan while in Lothering.

=== 	Camp ===

Once you activate the romance flag through the dialogue choices and Morrigan has an approval rating of 51 or higher the following conversation can take place:

*		Then get a thicker blanket.

**				Oh? Well why didn't you say so?

***						Do you really need to talk?

****								That sounds like fun.

*****										I can live with that.

*		You must be joking.

**				Morrigan, I... don't know about this.

***						I wouldn't do that to Leliana.

At this point, assuming your approval is high enough (use gifts to further improve things if needed), she may give you a gift and the following conversation can take place:

*		Any of the three options

**				It's a sweet gift. Thank you.

***						So I could find you, if need be? (can then select next option)

***						I'm glad to see you care. (can then select next option)

***						Thank you for the gift.

**				Why do you think I would want this?

***						How do I know I can trust you?

***						No, I can't accept it.

=== 	Circle of Magi ===

Talk to Morrigan after visiting the Circle of the Magi. The conversation will begin automatically if you have Morrigan in your party on your first visit.

#		Just the one?

#		Oh? What's on your mind? <--

##				What makes you think the mages still have this book?

##				What do you want with this grimoire, exactly?

###						Useful in what way?

####								How do I know it is not dangerous?

##				Why didn't you mention this earlier?

##				And? What's in it for me? (initiate a romance with Morrigan if you are a male Warden, no effect for Female Wardens)

##				Very well. I'll keep an eye out for it. (Ends conversation)<--

##				We don't have time for scavenger hunts. (Ends conversation)

#		Can it wait? I have something to ask.

##				Fine, fine. What is this thought of yours?

##				I'll ask you about it later, all right? (Ends conversation)

##				Don't be so damned defensive! (Ends conversation)

##				Good, because I hate being bored. (Ends conversation)

=== After Flemeth is Dead===

I'd like to ask you something.

So Flemeth is dead. What now?

I was thinking more what now between us?

I will always protect you, Morrigan.

And you'll think a way to thank me?

I was hoping you'd say that.

Good. I'm glad you're safe.

=== Miscellaneous ===

This conversation topic comes up if you are in Denerim in the castle.

I'd like to discuss something personal.

So what do I have to do to get on your good side?

I think I'm ready to move forward, yes.

I am brilliant and amazing.

You are brilliant and amazing.

Yes it is. I'm not trying to court you.

Are you joking? You're fishing for a compliment?

I want you. It's as simple as that.

Forget it then. I dislike games.

I just want us to get along, that's all.

=== Mirror ===

Giving Morrigan the Golden Mirror starts a dialogue:

Don't be ridiculous. It's a gift, Morrigan.

It's simply a present. For a beautiful woman.

You could be a little nicer, I suppose. (Unknown effect)

You could repay me for it.

=== Camp ===

''As a Male Warden (Elf, Mage), with 95+ approval rate from Morrigan, after grabbing the Black Grimoire from the Senior Mage Quarters during the Broken Circle quest line, you can give the Grimoire to Morrigan as a gift. She will initiate a conversation where she may indicate she meant to talk to you about this Grimoire (she hadn't had an opportunity since I started the Broken Circle quest): "How fortunate that you have found it!" ''

You have my thanks. I will begin study of the tome immediately.

You're welcome (approval based on the diminishing returns of gifts, of course)

What do you hope to find within it?

What? Don't I even get a kiss?

Are you planning to return it to your mother?

Male warden, 90+ approval with Morrigan (friendship), 90+ approval with Leliana (romance), or Female Warden with 90+ approval with Morrigan (Friendship), 90+ approval with Alistar (romance) or Leliana (romance). Begins with "Do you realize you have been smiling for hours, now?"

Any of the three options

That's none of your business, Morrigan. (Ends conversation)

We get along just fine, thank you. (Ends conversation)

Oh, you have no idea. (Ends conversation)

I happen to love her, you know. (Ends conversation)

Why? Are you jealous? No change (Ends conversation)

Female warden, 75+ approval with Morrigan. Begins with "'Tis a curious thing. I do not know how else to describe it." This occured after completing her personal quest and The Landsmeet but I don't know if that triggered it or if it is only based on approval. (I found this conversation was activated immediately after completing her personal quest, and approval was very high- if not full- before and after it. But this was all before The Landsmeet. So it must be triggered by completion of the personal quest. Might still require high approval too, though. BenJP 18:55, February 23, 2010 (UTC))

"What? Is Something wrong?" or "You look confused."

Why would I do that?

It was not such a terrible battle, trust me.

I suppose you could call it that. (Ends conversation)

I would certainly hope so. (Ends conversation)

No, I wouldn't say that. (Ends conversation)

I did it because I'm your friend. (Ends conversation)

I did it because I need you here.

I suppose you could call it that. (Ends conversation)

I would certainly hope so. (Ends conversation)

No, I wouldn't say that. (Ends conversation)

Don't be gushy. It was nothing personal.

I suppose you could call it that. (Ends conversation)

I would certainly hope so. (Ends conversation)

No, I wouldn't say that. (Ends conversation)

Believe me, I was tempted.

It was not such a terrible battle, trust me.

I suppose you could call it that. (Ends conversation)

I would certainly hope so. (Ends conversation)

No, I wouldn't say that. (Ends conversation)

I did it because I'm your friend. (Ends conversation)

I did it because I need you here.

I suppose you could call it that. (No change) (Ends conversation)

I would certainly hope so. (Ends conversation)

No, I wouldn't say that. (Ends conversation)

Don't be gushy. It was nothing personal.

I suppose you could call it that. (Ends conversation)

I would certainly hope so. (No change) (Ends conversation)

No, I wouldn't say that. (Ends conversation)

I needed a mage.

It was not such a terrible battle, trust me.

I suppose you could call it that. (Ends conversation)

I would certainly hope so. (Ends conversation)

No, I wouldn't say that. (Ends conversation)

I did it because I'm your friend. (Ends conversation)

I did it because I need you here.

I suppose you could call it that. (Ends conversation)

I would certainly hope so. (Ends conversation)

No, I wouldn't say that. (Ends conversation)

Don't be gushy. It was nothing personal.

I suppose you could call it that. (No change) (Ends conversation)

I would certainly hope so. (Ends conversation)

No, I wouldn't say that. (Ends conversation)

Oh? Did you have your first feeling? to all options above.

Is this really important?

Thinking about what? added to options above

That's not like you. added to options above

Then can we discuss it later? (Ends conversation)

As a Male Elf Mage Warden: after having brought to the tent Morrigan on a previous occasion, and having an approval of 100, the next time the Warden talks to her in Camp, she may begin a conversation asking about love. Here's an example of how to handle it to lose her approval:

I wish to ask a question of you

Go ahead.

Can it wait?

We could not speak of it at all, if you would rather.

So it can't wait. Go ahead, then.

Do you need to get this hostile?

I'm not in the mood for this, Morrigan.

Not in the "mood" for this. So this is how it is to be? I am to hang on your every mood whether or not I may get a word in edge-wise?

Speak your mind, then.

Why not? You do it.

Are you trying to pick a fight?

I am not the one being obstinate. I should have expected this, sooner or later.

I feel anxious when I look upon you. I dislike this sense of dependency. 'Tis a weakness I abhor. If this is "love" I wish to ascertain in that you do not feel the same.

Are you saying that you love me?

And if I do love you?

No, I certainly don't love you.

If that's how you feel then we should stop.

Indeed. This can only lead to no good, and I think it already has.

I have allowed myself to become... too close. This is a weakness, for us both.

Love is not a weakness.

Then let's end this right here and now.

You're just being cowardly.

You're insane. This is ridiculous!

Perhaps to you.

This is for your own good. I would not... I am not like other women. I am not worth of your distraction. And you... are not worth mine.

You are worth my distraction.

If that's what you really want, then let's end it.

It doesn't have to get that complicated.

Don't talk like that.

I.. you are impossible.

Have it your way. But I will tell you truly now: You will regret it in the end.

An alternative path: leads to no approval changes:

I wish to ask a question of you

Go ahead.

I wish to know your opinion of "love".

My opinion?

You and I have been intimate, for one.

We have been... close... for some time now. You are... impressive... in many ways, and you even protected me from Flemeth without hope of reward.

I feel anxious when I look upon you. I dislike this sense of dependency. 'Tis a weakness I abhor. If this is "love" I wish to ascertain in that you do not feel the same.

Are you saying that you love me?

No, that's... not what I'm saying. You need to pay attention.

What I am saying is that I have been foolish. I have allowed myself to become... too close. This is a weakness.

Love is not a weakness.

You are not listening to me. Do not be such a fool!

This is for your own good. I would not... I am not like other women. I am not worth of your distraction. And you... are not worth mine.

You are worth my distraction.





I.. you are impossible.

Have it your way. But I will tell you truly now: You will regret it in the end.

Kiss

Kissing Morrigan in front of other Companions may result with the following remarks (Morrigan's responses are also written, when she gives a specific answer):

Alistair: Super. Excuse me while I begin projectile vomiting.

Morrigan: What is that, Alistair? We were not listening.

Leliana (no relationship): Oh, go on you two.

Morrigan: Oh, you hear that? It seems we have approval.

Leliana (Approval=Care): How sweet...

Morrigan: And suddenly I want to do nothing more. 'Tis strange, no?



Oghren: Turn just a little bit, I don't have a good angle.

Morrigan: How thrilling. Ah, well.

Sten: (Snorts) I am not audience.

Morrigan: Come to think of it, I find myself no longer caring,

Wynne: Hmph. Such childish antics.

Morrigan: And suddenly I want to do nothing more. 'Tis strange, no?

Zevran: You're worried about me? (Laughs) I was born in a whorehouse, so no need.

Morrigan: Oh, you hear that? It seems we have approval.

Shale: - Doesen't respond in any way -

Morrigan: Come to think of it, I find myself no longer caring,

Dog: [Whimpers]

Morrigan: Come to think of it, I find myself no longer caring,

Secret Companion: - Doesen't respond in any way -

Morrigan: Come to think of it, I find myself no longer caring,

Morrigan to Party
Morrigan: (speaking of the Tower of Magi) How fitting for the Chantry to keep its prisoners in the middle of lake in a structure with the shape of a phallus

Morrigan and Shale

 * Shale: The swamp witch has a great deal in common with my former master.
 * Morrigan: "The swamp witch?" How original.
 * Shale: The swamp witch has the same arrogance, the same air of cruelty. I would hate for it to have possession of my control rod... if it still worked, of course.
 * Morrigan: Let me tell you what you can do with your control rod, golem.
 * Shale: Is it telling me that if the rod did work that it wouldn't want control over me?
 * Morrigan: I wouldn't go so far as that. I could, for instance, command you to go and jump in a lake. A very deep lake.
 * Shale: It fools no one. The swamp witch would control everything, if it could. It would have us all dancing on its strings.
 * Morrigan: Oh, you know me too well, golem. Your revealing gaze has laid me bare.
 * Shale: I will be watching the swamp witch. It must not be trusted.
 * Morrigan: (Sigh) Now you're beginning to sound just like Alistair.

--


 * Shale: I understand the swamp witch is out to slay its own mother?
 * Morrigan: Entirely in self-defense.
 * Shale: So it claims. It could not have been its plan from the very beginning, then.
 * Morrigan: I knew nothing about my mother's... intentions... prior to finding the book. 'Twas your notion I arranged that?
 * Shale: Unnecessary, considering it is the only one who can read the book. It could just as well be a journal, or a book of recipes.
 * Morrigan: Would you like me to teach you how to read the book? Then you can see for yourself.
 * Shale: (Snorts) Now it is testing me.
 * Morrigan: (Chuckles) Well do you care enough to learn, or no?
 * Shale: No. I do not care.
 * Morrigan: Then leave me be.

--


 * Shale: Why does the swamp witch still travel with the Grey Wardens?
 * Morrigan: You are of the opinion that I should not be?
 * Shale: I am curious. It seems as if it has little reason to stay.
 * Morrigan: The same could be said of you. There is no control rod commanding your presence, golem.
 * Shale: I have no history, and thus no purpose. The same cannot be said for the swamp witch. Its purpose is simply unknown.
 * Morrigan: Keep asking questions and I shall turn into a bird. I can do that.
 * Shale: (Snorts) I have no fear of birds.
 * Morrigan: Oh, I didn't say you were afraid. I would simply hover out of reach, hovering, waiting until...
 * Shale: Enough! I shall be silent.
 * Morrigan: Excellent choice.

--


 * Shale: How many other forms can the swamp witch become?
 * Morrigan: Several.
 * Shale: Can it become a golem?
 * Morrigan: Seeking companionship, are you?
 * Shale: If it could become a golem, I simply wonder why it would not stay that way. It is a superior form.
 * Morrigan: No, I cannot become a golem. I can learn to become animals, and each form must be learned anew.
 * Shale: And how does it learn a form? Does it read about it somewhere?
 * Morrigan: (Laughs) 'Tis not a talent one can read from books! You must copy a creature's soul!
 * Shale: I do not understand.
 * Morrigan: Nor should you. Rock is unchanging -- allow it to stay that way.

--


 * Shale: Would the swamp witch consider explaining the nature of magic to me? I am most curious.
 * Morrigan: Surely there is another who would not be so bothered by your tiresome questions. Perhaps Alistair?
 * Shale: I fear the second Warden has not the knowledge to answer my question.
 * Morrigan: You might ask him anyhow. Certainly whatever he happened to come up with would serve as amusement.
 * Shale: I do not understand. I seek enlightenment, and not amusement.
 * Morrigan: You're apt to get much further seeking amusement, I assure you.
 * Shale: The swamp witch is a most confusing creature. I do not understand it.
 * Morrigan: You're not the first one to say so. The first golem, perhaps.
 * Shale: I will ask the swamp witch later when it is less inclined to make bizarre responses to my queries.
 * Morrigan: You will be waiting for some time, then, I fear.

--

--
 * Shale: I would still like to know how the swamp witch learns its forms.
 * Morrigan: Eager, are you not? Does the golem wish to become human, after all?
 * Shale: A human is soft and weak form. I desire no such thing.
 * Morrigan: Then why the interest in shapechanging? Unless you secretly wish to become something other than what you are?
 * Shale: Is that why the swamp witch learned? To escape her form?
 * Morrigan: In a way. It was lonely to grow up in the Wilds. To join with the forest, to become one with its denizens... there was a freedom in that.
 * Shale: I think it would be an excellent talent for disguises.
 * Morrigan: Or perhaps to walk through doors without hitting one's head, hmm?
 * Shale: Yes, exactly.
 * Morrigan: well. 'Tis not a good enough reason.
 * Shale: What is a good enough reason?
 * Morrigan: For which?
 * Shale: It said that my reason for learning more of shapechanging was "not good enough." What reason would be?
 * Morrigan: (Chuckles) i do not know. tell me what it is, and I shall decide.
 * Shale: It could simply decide any reason was insufficient then.
 * Morrigan: You find that maddening, do you?
 * Shale: It has a bird-like nature to its sadism, I'll give it that.
 * Morrigan: Good. Let us leave it that way.

--
 * Shale: So I take it that the swamp witch and the Grey Warden are... intimate?
 * Morrigan: I am hoping that is not a reference to Alistair.
 * Shale: Because it believes I am an oblivious moron?
 * Morrigan: Anything is possible. As to the original question, is there a reason you ask?
 * Shale: I am simply curious as to whether or not it bewitched the Grey Warden.
 * Morrigan: (Scoffs) I have no need to force anything from men.
 * Shale: Oh? My apologies then. I was about to offer my congratulations for a task accomplished.
 * Morrigan: And not intended as a backhanded compliment at all, yes?
 * Shale: Not at all. I am the soul of politeness.

--
 * Shale: The swamp witch desires something from it.
 * Morrigan: From what? Ah... you mean from him. (Chuckles) And if I do? What of it?
 * Shale: it is aware of the swamp witch's true nature?
 * Morrigan: Let me guess. You know my true nature?
 * Shale: I have spent a great deal of time observing the world. I know what I see what I see it.
 * Morrigan: You spent thirty years watching whatever a small village was willing to parade in front of your eyes. Do not cast yourself as the worldly sage. At best you are a barely-working statue with a poor memory and a poor attitude. Do not seek to begin judging me.
 * Shale: Hmph. Perhaps it has a point.
 * Morrigan: Yes, I should think so.

--
 * Shale: The swamp witch has been looking at me oddly. Stop it, or I will crush its tiny, bird-like head.
 * Morrigan: I am simply finding it difficult to believe that there is a woman inside of there.
 * Shale: A woman who was also a warrior. And a dwarf.
 * Morrigan: Yes, that would explain a great deal.

Morrigan and Alistair

 * Alistair: So let's talk about your mother, for a moment.
 * Morrigan: I'd rather talk about your mother.
 * Alistair: There's nothing to talk about. And besides, isn't your mother a scary witch who lives in the middle of a forest? Much more interesting.
 * Morrigan: To you, perhaps. You would find the moss growing upon a stone interesting.
 * Alistair: You know what's more interesting than that? Apostates. Mages outside of the Tower. That's illegal, you know.
 * Morrigan: You did not read that in a book somewhere, did you? I hope the small letters did not strain you overmuch.
 * Alistair: Or we could not talk about your mother. That works for me.

-- --
 * Morrigan: I have a wonder, Alistair, if you will indulge me.
 * Alistair: Do I have a choice?
 * Morrigan: Of the two of you that remain, are you not the senior Grey Warden here? I find it curious that you allow another to lead, while you follow.
 * Alistair: You find that curious, do you?
 * Morrigan: In fact, you defer to a new recruit. Is this a policy of the Grey Wardens? Or simply a personal one?
 * Alistair: What do you want to hear? That I prefer to follow? I do.
 * Morrigan: You sound so very defensive.
 * Alistair: Couldn't you crawl into a bush somewhere and die? That would be great, thanks.
 * Alistair: So tell me something, Morrigan. Did you live there in that forest your entire life?
 * Morrigan: I left it on occasion, but I always returned. Why? Is that so strange? It was my home.
 * Alistair: But it was just you and your mother there? No one else?
 * Morrigan: Mother occasionally had... company.
 * Alistair: What? Company? Do I even want to ask?
 * Morrigan: No. You really don't.

--
 * Alistair: Why do you always go on about how stupid I am? I'm not stupid, am I?
 * Morrigan: If you need to ask the question...
 * Alistair: Because it hurts my manly feelings, you know. All one of them.
 * Morrigan: Then I'll be sure to write you an apology once all of this is over.
 * Alistair: I was educated by the Chantry. I studied history. They don't make stupid templars.
 * Morrigan: Then I must have been mistaken. I'm very impressed.
 * Alistair: No you're not. You're not even listening to me.
 * Morrigan: My, you are smarter than you look after all. Your Chantry must have been very proud.

--

--
 * Morrigan: So I take it you did not enjoy your templar training?
 * Alistair: That's directed at me, I take it?
 * Morrigan: Do you see any others about who have failed at their religious instruction?
 * Alistair: I didn't fail. I was recruited into the Grey Wardens.
 * Morrigan: And if you had not been recruited? What would have happened, instead?
 * Alistair: I would have turned into a drooling lunatic, slaughtered the grand cleric and run through the streets of Denerim in my small clothes, I guess.
 * Morrigan: Your self-awareness does you credit.
 * Alistair: I thought you'd like that.

--
 * Alistair: "Soldier's Peak. Looks like it's seen better days. Better centuries more like."
 * Morrigan: "Once the Wardens flourished, their ranks full, their calibre certain. Now they even accept people like you, Alistair."
 * Alistair: "Hey!"

--
 * Morrigan: So you met this sibling of yours?
 * Alistair: Half-sister, but yes.
 * Morrigan: And she turned out to be an insufferable hag?
 * Alistair: You'd have liked her. You two have a lot in common.
 * Morrigan: And you let her berate you? Without punishment?
 * Alistair: It's moments like this when I truly appreciate the difference between you and me.
 * Morrigan: (Scoffs) 'Tis moments like this when I truly wonder at the difference between you and a toadstool.

(Alternate version.)

--
 * Morrigan: So you met this sibling of yours?
 * Alistair: Half-sister, but yes.
 * Morrigan: And you made a promise to help her?
 * Alistair: Uh... yes.
 * Morrigan: Why would you do such a thing? This woman is a parasite who will appreciate nothing you do for her, you know this!
 * Alistair: It's moments like this when I truly appreciate the difference between you and me.
 * Morrigan: (Scoffs) 'Tis moments like this when I truly wonder at the difference between you and a toadstool.

--
 * Alistair: So tell me, was the Tower of Magi everything you thought it would be?
 * Morrigan: Abominations running rampant? Templars ready to slaughter every mage in sight? Yes, it rather met all my expectations.
 * Alistair: You don't think you might have been better off getting your training there? Instead of whatever your mother taught you?
 * Morrigan: You're right. My mother didn't nearly have as many abominations running about. That certainly would have improved my education.
 * Alistair: Hmm. I'll give you that one.
 * Morrigan: I'm so relieved.

--
 * Alistair: All right. I've come up with one, a question that you can't answer.
 * Morrigan: Are you talking to me?
 * Alistair: That's right. You think you're so smart? I've got an academic question that I bet you won't be able to answer.
 * Morrigan: Oh, I doubt that.
 * Alistair: So tell me, then: what was the name of Andraste's husband?
 * Morrigan: This is a religious question, not an academic one.
 * Alistair: You're joking, right? A five year-old could answer that question. Do you not know more than a child?
 * Morrigan: I care nothing for your religion. And this game of yours is over.
 * Alistair: Oh, how the mighty have crumbled.

--
 * Morrigan: Have a care where your eyes linger, Alistair.
 * Alistair: Yes, well don't worry. It's not what you think.
 * Morrigan: I see.
 * Alistair: I was looking at your nose.
 * Morrigan: And what is it about my nose that captivates you so?
 * Alistair: I was just thinking that it looks exactly like your mother's.
 * Morrigan: I hate you so much.
 * Alistair: What?
 * Morrigan: Never mind.


 * Morrigan: You... do not truly think I look as my mother does, do you?
 * Alistair: Have you really been thinking about that all this time?
 * Morrigan: I am simply curious.
 * Alistair: And not insecure in the slightest, I'm sure.
 * Morrigan: I think I look nothing like her.
 * Alistair: I don't know. Give it a few hundred years and it'll be a spot-on match.
 * Morrigan: I said that I look nothing like her!
 * Alistair: All right. Got it. Totally different. I see that now.

--

--
 * Alistair: So what's the deal with you and him, anyway? Dare I ask?
 * Morrigan: Him? Him who? Is this supposed to mean something to me?
 * Alistair: You know exactly who I'm talking about. Mister Let's-Make-Kissy-Faces over there.
 * Morrigan: My, my. You are jealous, aren't you? Did I take your favorite Grey Warden away from you?
 * Alistair: What? I'm not jealous! I'm horrified.
 * Morrigan: Those blushing cheeks of yours tell a different tale
 * Alistair: These blushing cheeks are terrified that you'll suck all the blood out of them once you're done with him.
 * Morrigan: If I feel the need to suck on anything of yours, Alistair, you'll be the first to know.
 * Alistair: That... was so not what I meant.
 * Morrigan: Perhaps we should go and tell him together of your touching concerns? Perhaps he'll pay more attention to you if you ask nicely.
 * Alistair: Uh-huh. I think we're done here.
 * Morrigan: Done before you started, in fact.

--
 * Morrigan: I do wonder. Is it permissible for two Grey Wardens to... oh, what is the word I search for?
 * Alistair: Caboodle?
 * Morrigan: Fraternize.
 * Alistair: What's wrong with fraternizing?
 * Morrigan: It seems most undisciplined, for an organization that claims it will do whatever is necessary to end the darkspawn threat.
 * Alistair: One thing has nothing to do with the other.
 * Morrigan: Oh no? And what if a Grey Warden has forced to choose between the Warden he loved and ending the Blight? What should his choice be?
 * Alistair: That is a... a ridiculous question.
 * Morrigan: And I have my answer. Most kind of you.

(After Female Character ends romance with Alistair.) -- --
 * Morrigan: Am I to understand that you two have ended your relationship?
 * Alistair: Shut up! That is none of your business.
 * Morrigan: What? No questions allowed? You do not wish your motivations-
 * Alistair: I said shut up! I will run this sword through you, I'm not joking.
 * Morrigan: Oh, I see. Most serious then.
 * Alistair: This discussion is over.
 * Morrigan: I have something to ask you.
 * Alistair: Just the one thing?
 * Morrigan: About you, perhaps. Why the deception over your parentage?
 * Alistair: I'd figure you'd be the sort who knows all about deception.
 * Morrigan: I do. And what use the deception might have had ended when King Cailan perished, did it not?
 * Alistair: Maybe. I guess I was sort of hoping that would go away.
 * Morrigan: The truth does not "go away".
 * Alistair: I didn't say it was a good plan.

(After the Landsmeet.)
 * Alistair: So you've heard, I hope? How I'm going to be king? With a crown and everything.
 * Morrigan: Proud of yourself, are you?
 * Alistair: Well, they don't let just anyone be king, you know. They don't let evil forest witches be king for instance.
 * Morrigan: There was a Ferelden king once who drooled on himself in such volume that he required a constant attendant to wipe his chin in court.
 * Alistair: You're making that up.
 * Morrigan: Not at all. The kings of old would be pleased to see their bloodline has not strayed very far from its roots.

Morrigan and Leliana

 * Leliana: They say your mother is Flemeth, a witch of the Korcari Wilds.
 * Morrigan: They also say that washing your feet in winter makes you catch cold in the head, but we all know that is not true. But sometimes they are right and they are right in this.
 * Leliana: You know the stories about--
 * Morrigan: Of course. You think me mother would let me go without telling me all the stories of her youth?
 * Leliana: My mother told me stories too. She was the one who kindled my love of the old tales and legends.
 * Morrigan: Hmph. my mother's stories curdled my blood and haunted my dreams. No little girl wants to hear about the Wilder men her mother took to her bed, using them till they were spent, then killing them. No little girl wants to be told that this is also expected of her, once she comes of age.
 * Leliana: I... uh... I see.
 * Morrigan: No, you don't. You really don't.

--


 * Leliana: Do you have any tales of the wilds?
 * Morrigan: None of the sort you like. no princesses in tall towers or knights throwing themselves at whole armies.
 * Leliana: That's not all I like!
 * Morrigan: Do you want tales of the Chasind Wilders who dwell in the marsh? Do you want to hear of the slow deaths they inflict on their enemies? Perhaps a tale of the poisonous creatures of the Wilds that lay their eggs on your skin so that their young may eat you alive when hatched? Or a tale of my mother's marsh cuisine? That, in my opinion, is the most terrifying of all my tales.
 * Leliana: Uh... no. I don't want to hear about those things...
 * Morrigan: Then I have no tales for you.

--


 * Leliana: You are very beautiful Morrigan.
 * Morrigan: Tell me something I do not know.
 * Leliana: But you always dress in such rags. It suits you I suppose. A little tear here, a little rip there to show some skin. I understand.
 * Morrigan: You understand I lived in a forest, I hope?
 * Leliana: Maybe we could get you in a nice dress one day. Silk. No, maybe velvet. Velvet is heavier, better to guard against the cold in Ferelden. Dark red velvet, yes. With gold embroidery. It should be cut low in the front of course, we don't want to hide your features.
 * Morrigan: Stop looking at my breasts like that. Tis most disturbing!
 * Leliana: You don't think so? And if it's cut low in the front we must put your hair up to show off that lovely neck.
 * Morrigan: You are insane. I would sooner let Alistair dress me.
 * Leliana: It'll be fun, I promise! We'll get some shoes too! Ah, shoes! We could go shopping together!

--

(playing a male Warden while both Leliana's and Morrigan's approval is above 30)
 * Morrigan: I am not fond of sharing. You should know this.
 * Leliana: I haven't asked to borrow anything of yours.
 * Morrigan: Nor would I lend it if asked. You would be best to desist and find your own.
 * Leliana: Find my own what?
 * Morrigan: (sigh) This facade of yours is unconvincing. If 'tis a competition you wish, a competition you shall have.
 * Leliana: You wild folk are very odd. And possessive.

--

(playing a male Warden while both Leliana's and Morrigan's approval is above 30)
 * Morrigan: I see you yet continue to be where you are not welcomed.
 * Leliana: Are you jealous? Is that what this is about? Because I don't think it's for you to decide what I should or should not do.
 * Morrigan: Oh, you may continue on as you have. I am merely informing you that you will suffer the consequences.
 * Leliana: You forget, Morrigan. I am not without my own pointy ends, as well. Do not make promises you cannot keep.
 * Morrigan: I always keep my promises.
 * Leliana: Talk is cheap.
 * Morrigan: And this from a bard?

--


 * Morrigan: You can't possibly think, he would prefer you?
 * Leliana: Funnily, I was about, to say the same thing, to you.
 * Morrigan: Oh, and what exactly is it, you believe, you have to offer?
 * Leliana: I don't know, but if we are together, it will be because, he wants me and he loves me, these things are real.
 * Morrigan: And yet love, grows rotten on the vine, so quickly. A sour fruit, that offers only a memory of sweetness, what is it worth, truly?
 * Leliana: Everything, only a dried up shell of a person, would not know that.
 * Morrigan: We shall see.

(if the Warden has slept w/ Morrigan, but not Leliana there is a little change in the conversation)
 * Morrigan: "You can't possibly think, he would prefer you?"
 * Leliana: "Funnily, I was about, to say the same thing, to you."
 * Morrigan: "And yet he and I have made love. Did you know this?"
 * Leliana: "I suspected as much. All the better, as he will soon discover you have nothing else to offer."
 * Morrigan: "The world of flesh is one of many weird varied delights. What do you think that he will do when he discoveres that you offer only frigid incompetence?"
 * Leliana: "If we reach that point...if we do... it will be because we love each other."
 * Morrigan: "And yet love, grows rotten on the vine, so quickly. A sour fruit, that offers only a memory of sweetness, what is it worth, truly?"
 * Leliana: "Everything, only a dried up shell of a person, would not know that."
 * Morrigan: "We shall see."

--

(if the Warden is in a romance with Morrigan)
 * Leliana: It's nice to see you two together. Love is such a wonderful thing, isn't it?
 * Morrigan: What are you talking about? Is this more of your insipidness?
 * Leliana: I... was talking about you and the Grey Warden. You don't think the rest of us haven't noticed, I hope?
 * Morrigan: There is nothing to notice. What you call "love" is nothing more than a wishful fancy.
 * Leliana: Oh, you don't fool me! Deep down inside you must be glad of it.
 * Morrigan: Let me tell you one thing, and then let us speak of it no more. Love is a weakness. love is a cancer that grows inside and makes one do foolish things. Love is death. The love you deem of is something that would be more important to one than anything, even life. I know no such love.
 * Leliana: Oh.
 * Morrigan: What I know is passion. The respect of equals. Things far more valuable that I'll not speak to you any further. Now begone.

--


 * Leliana: I'm wondering Morrigan... do you believe in the Maker?
 * Morrigan: Certainly not. I've no primitive fear of the moon such that I must place my faith in tales so that I may sleep at night.
 * Leliana: But this can't all be an accident. Spirits, magic, all these wonderous things around us both dark and light. You know these things exist.
 * Morrigan: The fact of their existence does not presuppose an intelligent design by some absentee father-figure.
 * Leliana: So it is all random, then? A happy coincidence that we are all here?
 * Morrigan: Attempting to impose order over chaos is futile. Nature is, by it's very nature, chaotic.
 * Leliana: I don't believe that. I believe we have a purpose. All of us.
 * Morrigan: Yours, apparently being to bother me.

--


 * Leliana: So you truly do not believe in any sort of higher power?
 * Morrigan: It has been bothering you, I see. No, I do not. Must I?
 * Leliana: What do you believe happens to you after you die then? Nothing?
 * Morrigan: I do not go sit by the Maker's side, if that's what you mean.
 * Leliana: Only those who are worthy are brought to the Maker's side. So many other sad souls are left to wander in the void, hopeless and forever lost.
 * Morrigan: And what evidence of this have you? I see only spirits, no wandering ghosts of wicked disbelievers.
 * Leliana: It must be so sad to look forward to nothing, to feel no love and seek no reward in the afterlife.
 * Morrigan: Yes, the anguish tears at me so. You have seen through me to my sad, sad core.
 * Leliana: Now you're simply mocking me.
 * Morrigan: You notice? It appears your perceptive powers know no bounds.

--


 * Leliana: Let me ask you this, then, Morrigan. What if there really was a Maker?
 * Morrigan: Then I would wonder why He has abandoned His creation. It seems terribly irresponsible of Him.
 * Leliana: He left us because we were determined to make our own way, even if we hurt outselves, and He could not bear to watch.
 * Morrigan: But how do you know? You cannot ask Him this. Perhaps He has gone to a new creation elsewhere, and abandoned this as a dismal failure, best forgotten.
 * Leliana: I do not need to know because I have faith. I believe in Him and feel His hope and His love.
 * Morrigan: "Faith." How quickly those who have no answers invoke that word.
 * Leliana: How can someone who practices magic have so little capacity to believe in that which she cannot see?
 * Morrigan: Magic is real. I can touch it and command it and I need no faith for it to fill me up inside. If you are looking for your higher power, there it is.
 * Leliana: But only if you can control it. I do not envy the loneliness you must feel at times Morrigan.
 * Morrigan: I... leave me be. Loneliness would be preferred to this... endless chatter.

--

(after completing The Arl of Redcliffe quest)
 * Morrigan: I imagine you have already composed a suitable ballad to commemorate the events at Redcliffe, Leliana?
 * Leliana: Why would I do such a thing?
 * Morrigan: You have taken up your instruments once again, have you not? So to speak. A bard takes events of great import and puts them to tale.
 * Leliana: What happened at Redcliffe was horrible! So many people died, and they were violated by unimaginable evil forces.
 * Morrigan: That was not so difficult, was it? You may wish to add music however.
 * Leliana: You make it sound as if you enjoyed what happened there. I can barely stomach to think of it.
 * Morrigan: But we were successful in the end. Victory without cost has little worth.
 * Leliana: I just think of what that poor little boy went through... no, I don't want to glorify what happened there.
 * Morrigan: Then who will learn from these events? I would think on it some more, were I you.

--

(after completing Leliana's Past and hardening Leliana)
 * Morrigan: So I see you are quite the little deceiver, after all."
 * Leliana: Finally decided to gloat, have you?"
 * Morrigan: It simply suits my view of the Chantry that one of their devoted sisters should turn out to be so full of hypocrisy.
 * Leliana: There are good people in the Chantry. Many good people who are just there to help others.
 * Morrigan: And apparently at least a few who are simply pretending to be good.
 * Leliana: At least I was trying to be better than I was. At least I regretted the evil I'd done. Better that than be someone who's never loved and one or anything, least of all herself. Anything but that.
 * Morrigan: It seem that at least you got the self-righteousness down pat. Well done.

Morrigan and Zevran

 * Morrigan: Think of it, Zevran. you may have stumbled into a most delightful possibility for your future.
 * Zevran: Oh? Are you dispensing professional advice now?
 * Morrigan: It simply occurs to me that if, say, Alistair were to become king of Ferelden he may have need of someone of your... talents.
 * Zevran: From what I know of the fellow it seems there would be a fair difference between what he needed and what he cared to make use of.
 * Morrigan: If Alistair becomes king, it would certainly not be through any brilliance on his part. Whoever puts him there... now there's the one who will need you.
 * Zevran: Hmmm. Now that's an interesting thought. You've such a devious mind, my dear. Why have we not made love as of yet?
 * Morrigan: For what purpose? I would sooner stab you in the face than let you touch me, elf.
 * Zevran: And somehow that makes the idea even more intriguing...

--


 * Morrigan: So what is going to keep you from poisoning your target now that you have been allowed to accompany us, I wonder?
 * Zevran: You are. You will be watching me ever so closely to make sure I attempt no such thing.
 * Morrigan: And why would I do such a thing? Sneaking into our good graces in order to make another attempt is what I would do, were I you.
 * Zevran: And here I was becoming rather fond of the idea of you watching me closely.
 * Morrigan: It would be a simple enough matter to poison the food in camp. Or cut our throats while we sleep.
 * Zevran: You seem rather charmed by the idea.
 * Morrigan: It would seem an appropriate result of sparing your life.
 * Zevran: Ah. Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you then. The next time I am spared I will be sure to immediately turn upon my benefactors. Will that do?

--


 * Morrigan: You do still intend to kill your target, do you not? Is your reputation not on the line?
 * Zevran: Are you still on about this, woman?
 * Morrigan: I am led to believe that the Crows would never permit such a transgression. They will come after you, and in force.
 * Zevran: It has come to my attention that the Crows are not always successful when pit against Grey Wardens and their companions.
 * Morrigan: Perhaps they will send someone competent next time.
 * Zevran: You wound me.
 * Morrigan: I have considered doing far more than that, trust me.

--


 * Morrigan: So you do not fear the Crows at all?
 * Zevran: I think of it more as my desire to leave them far exceeds the fear I possess of them.
 * Morrigan: You think the Grey Wardens will give you safe harbor once all this is done? Surely you are not so naive.
 * Zevran: I am willing to take my chances.
 * Morrigan: And if you are wrong?
 * Zevran: Then I will be dead. One does not do what I do and fear death so very greatly.
 * Morrigan: There are fates worse than death.
 * Zevran: And one of them is being unable to choose which master you serve. Trust me, my dear, I am well pleased with my current direction.

--


 * Morrigan: These Crows of yours, Zevran. Are they as extraordinary as you claim?
 * Zevran: They all but rule over my homeland. Do you find that extraordinary?
 * Morrigan: If true. Are they so powerful simply because they are very good at what they do? Or is there some secret to their power?
 * Zevran: If there were a secret, it would only remain so if it were not told, my dear.
 * Morrigan: You are not longer bound to such a code. or do you believe their wrath will be greater than it already is, should you speak out of turn?
 * Zevran: It may be that I simply do not wish to tell you. You get the most delightful wrinkle in your brow when you are curious.
 * Morrigan: I see. You are impossibly frustrating, you know this.
 * Zevran: I do. It is part of my charm, or so I'm told.

--


 * Zevran: Your mother is supposedly the one called Flemeth, the very witch from legend, is that not true?
 * Morrigan: There is nothing "supposed" about it. Flemeth is my mother.
 * Zevran: Hmm. I was more doubtful of the legend rather than your relationship to this woman. Anyone can claim a name, after all.
 * Morrigan: You're welcome to ask her, if you ever meet her. You're just her type.
 * Zevran: Oh? Elven and handsome?
 * Morrigan: The sort that will never be missed.
 * Zevran: Sounds intriguing, if you ask me.
 * Morrigan: You assassin types have a death wish, I see.
 * Zevran: (Laughs) Only the really good ones.

--


 * Zevran: So if the legend of your mother is true, Morrigan, does that mean that the legends of her many daughters are as well?
 * Morrigan: To be honest, I have no idea. I've never met any sister of mine, nor has my mother spoken of any.
 * Zevran: But it could be true, yes? If you exist, there could have been others like you.
 * Morrigan: Long ago, perhaps. Why?
 * Zevran: We have legends of witches in Antiva. one that tells of a Witch of the Wild, traveled far from her home to settle in the Tellari Swamps.
 * Morrigan: And? You thought I might know this woman?
 * Zevran: If one legend can be true, why not another? Who knows how many Morrigans are scattered about Thedas, hmm?
 * Morrigan: It's not something I'd like to contemplate.
 * Zevran: Oh? You do not appreciate a little competition from a half-sister or two?
 * Morrigan: Silence, elf. It is none of your concern.

--


 * Zevran: Such sinister glares do you a disservice, dear Morrigan. Yours should be a face that smiles.
 * Morrigan: Do tell.
 * Zevran: Has no one told you? Perhaps that is not surprising, considering you have lived such a sheltered life. Were you a woman of the city, you would be accustomed to men showering you with praise and gifts.
 * Morrigan: I know as much of men as I need to. I know when one is indulging in pointless flattery, for instance.
 * Zevran: It is flattery only if I exaggerate the truth to please you. I am but stating a simple fact.
 * Morrigan: Tell me, does this work on other women?
 * Zevran: I think any woman would like to hear the truth of how her beauty affects a man. Do you not?
 * Morrigan: I think that sort of manure is best reserved for farming.
 * Zevran: Ah, one day you will realize that you have wasted your youth and beauty on bitterness and suspicion, mark my words.
 * Morrigan: Remind me to bring you along if we go sailing. The hot air will prove useful.

--

(If Oghren or Alistair is in the team also...) --- ---
 * Zevran: Has anyone told you what marvelous eyes you possess, my dear?
 * Morrigan: Again with the flattery? Do you not tire from these pointless exercises?
 * Zevran: in Antiva, women are accustomed to being showered with the praise they deserve. Men should worship you at your feet as you pass.
 * Morrigan: They don't find that incredibly annoying?
 * Zevran: They are goddesses receiving their subjects, just as you should be. Whatever would be annoying about that?
 * Morrigan: I have no wish to be placed upon a pedestal.
 * Zevran: But you deserve no less. You should be admired by painters, copied by sculptors, exalted by poets! Surely you know that yours is a beauty so exotic it-it would turn the eye of the Maker Himself!
 * Morrigan: Well, I suppose I...
 * Oghren/Alistair: Now I owe you a drink.
 * Zevran: And there we go. I think you owe me five silvers, yes?
 * Morrigan: I hate you all.
 * Morrigan:  That is rather wily of you, Zevran.
 * Zevran: What is so wily of me, oh magical temptress?
 * Morrigan: Getting in the good graces of the one who decides whether you live or die, not to mention the one who can protect you against your former comrades.
 * Zevran: And I am supposed to believe you are here out of... a sense of patriotism, perhaps?
 * Morrigan: (Scoffs) Hardly that.
 * Zevran: We all have our reasons for doing what we do. Mine happen to come with a set of lovely eyes.

(If the Warden romances Morrigan and Zevran at the same time...)


 * Zevran: I see your friendship with the Grey Warden is going very well.


 * Morrigan: As is yours.
 * Zevran: A-ha! Then you know?
 * Morrigan: I am not a fool, if you thought me one.
 * Zevran: I do not think you a fool, my lovely woman. We are not so dissimilar, after all. I know what you are doing.
 * Morrigan: And what is it that you think I am doing? Besides the Grey Warden that is.
 * Zevran: Biding your time, naturally. But for what, I wonder?
 * Morrigan: Why don't you ask him, if you're so curious.
 * Zevran: I doubt that he even knows. I am content to wait and see for myself, however.
 * Morrigan: Then don't bring it up again.

Morrigan and Oghren

 * Oghren: I swear. The things I could do to you.
 * Morrigan: Ugh. It is leering at me once again...
 * Oghren: oh. Did I say that out loud?

--


 * Oghren: You couldn't hurt me if you wanted to, witch, you know that?
 * Morrigan: T'is so?
 * Oghren: Dwarves resist magic, woman. There's nothing you could do.
 * Morrigan: Nothing? I could not, for instance, kick you in your manhood?
 * Oghren: Oof.
 * Morrigan: Do you wish to see?
 * Oghren: Not necessary.
 * Morrigan: Well, the offer stands.

--


 * Oghren: Hmmm. So you can turn into animals, aye? Like cats and wolves?
 * Morrigan: When the desire strikes me.
 * Oghren: Have you ever... you know. "When in Tevinter..."
 * Morrigan: That's a most curious little mind you have, dwarf. And what if I had? Would that thought comfort you during your lonely nights?
 * Oghren: Hmmm. Have you ever changed during--
 * Morrigan: Why are you suddenly asking me this?
 * Oghren: How do we know you're truly a woman? Or even human! You could be a chip mouse... or a nug! Ha! Imagine that!
 * Morrigan: Why, yes. I am actually a nug in human form. I have come to observe your kind.
 * Oghren: Huh. Nugs are good with extra sauce. I'm just saying.

--


 * Oghren: Have you ever thought about getting yourself a husband, Morrigan? It might do you some good, you know.
 * Morrigan: Tie myself to another with bonds of servitude? It serves no purpose.
 * Oghren: Don't you want little Morrigans running about some day? The pitter-pat of little witchy feet?
 * Morrigan: You say that as if one is necessary for the other to follow. My mother needed no husband to have her daughters.
 * Oghren: But you're not ugly, old forest witch. I'm sure you can land yourself a proper husband if you just show a bit more skin.
 * Morrigan: Is that how you "landed" your own wife? No wonder she turned to her own sex for comfort.
 * Oghren: Now that's just mean.

--


 * Morrigan: You are a disgusting creature, dwarf. Did you believe I would not see you? That scarf was my own.
 * Oghren: Bah! I had to blow my nose. Blasted surface air tickles the nostrils.
 * Morrigan: You had no right to take what was not yours!
 * Oghren: Don't be such a squealing nug. You can use my handkerchief any time.
 * Morrigan: If you have a handkerchief, then why not use it?
 * Oghren: Too dirty. Yours was cleaner.
 * Morrigan: This is intolerable! Don't force me to test that dwarven resistance of yours, fool.
 * Oghren: Promises, promises.

--

--
 * Oghren: Heh. So you and the Warden, huh?
 * Morrigan: I hope by Warden you don't mean Alistair.
 * Oghren: Him? Does he even like girls?
 * Morrigan: (Chuckles) That remains to be seen.
 * Alistair: I'm standing right here.


 * Morrigan: Lay one hand on me again, dwarf, and it will be your last.
 * Oghren: Tripped on a rock. You don't want me to break my neck, do ya?
 * Morrigan: The prospect would not trouble me overmuch.
 * Oghren: Eh. You sound just like Branka.
 * Morrigan; Then I commend her good sense.but this is the last time I will tell you: touch me no more.
 * Oghren: Branka said that too.

Morrigan and Sten
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 * Morrigan: You are very quiet, Sten.
 * Sten: Only compared to some.
 * Sten: Do you know of the kasaanda? The... sundew, in the common tongue?
 * Morrigan: I do not believe so.
 * Sten: No? You are so alike, I thought you kindred.
 * Morrigan: What is that supposed to mean? What is the sundew?
 * Sten: A flower.
 * Morrigan: Oh? I am a flower, am I? How unexpected.
 * Sten: That entraps and devours insects.
 * Morrigan: Ah, now that I expected. (Chuckles)
 * Morrigan: I am led to understand that the qunari have their own mages as well. Is that so?
 * Sten: You would not understand.
 * Morrigan: Not understand? Is it mental capacity that you believe I lack? Or are you worried I will sympathize with my so-called brethren?
 * Sten: Take your pick.
 * Morrigan: (Chuckles) Is that supposed to make me angry?
 * Sten: It means I find myself wishing that your people held proper, civilized attitudes towards magic.
 * Morrigan: Hmm. That is a rather hostile thing to say.
 * Sten: And yet you continue speaking. Astonishing.
 * Morrigan: So are you going to continue staring at me as if I am covered in eels?
 * Sten: Eels would be something.
 * Morrigan: Prudery! How charming. I expected paranoia. This is much better. I prefer to be stared at lustfully, if at all.
 * Sten: Keep trying, then.
 * Morrigan: Oh? Then shall I demonstrate an act or two? And you may tell me hot or cold?
 * Sten: I'll save time. Cold.
 * Morrigan: (Chuckles) You are a tease.
 * Morrigan: So have you changed your mind, Sten? I dream about you and I, if you must know.
 * Sten: You would, even were I interested in a small thing like you. The qunari act is... unpleasant.
 * Morrigan: Unpleasant? Unpleasant how? Now I really am interested.
 * Sten: Deadly.
 * Morrigan: And what if I didn't mind? I enjoy a little... animation.
 * Sten: You'd be less animated afterward.
 * Morrigan: It sounds as if I am arousing your passions already, my dear Sten.
 * Sten: Parshaara. Why do you pester me?
 * Morrigan: (Chuckles) Because 'tis amusing, that is why.
 * Morrigan: You seem so deep in thought, my dear Sten. Thinking of me, perhaps? The two of us, together at last?
 * Sten: Yes.
 * Morrigan: I... what did you say?
 * Sten: You will need armor, I think. And a helmet. And something to bite down on. How strong are human teeth?
 * Morrigan: How strong are my teeth?
 * Sten: Qunari teeth can bite through leather, wood, even metal given time. Which reminds me, I may try to nuzzle.
 * Morrigan: Nuzzle?
 * Sten: If that happens, you'll need an iron pry bar. Heat it in a fire, first, or it may not get my attention.
 * Morrigan: Perhaps it would be better if we did not proceed.
 * Sten: Are you certain? If it will satisfy your curiosity...
 * Morrigan: Yes. Yes, I think it is best.

Morrigan and Wynne

 * Wynne: You have a barbed tongue, Morrigan. Tell me, why do you speak to others this way?
 * Morrigan: I owe you no explanation. There is no writing on my forehead that say: "Please, guide me!"
 * Wynne: You are traveling with these people. It behooves you to be civil.
 * Morrigan: You are too transparent, old woman. Do not bring up our companions, when all you wish is for me to be civil to you. I am not one of your Circle apprentices, to hang on your every word. I am not Alistair, who sees in you a surrogate mother.
 * Wynne: No, it is obvious you are nothing like Alistair.
 * Morrigan: Take your lectures elsewhere. They mean nothing to me.

--


 * Wynne: It must have been very difficult for you and your mother, Morrigan, to live always hiding from the Chantry and its hunters.
 * Morrigan: Your pitying tone is as unwelcome as it is unnecessary, old woman. There was nothing difficult about our lives in the slightest.
 * Wynne: But surely you must have drawn notice from time to time. No matter how powerful you claim to be, you would not wish the full attention of the Chantry.
 * Morrigan: Hunters did come into the Wilds from time to time. They did not leave.
 * Wynne: And the interest of the Chantry was never aroused? I find that difficult to believe.
 * Morrigan: I imagine you find many things difficult to believe. Your own preference for the leash you wear, for instance.
 * Wynne: There are good reasons for the world for fear mages, even despite our best intentions.
 * Morrigan: Your best intentions, perhaps. Their fear concerns me not at all.

--


 * Morrigan: You do not approve of me, do you?
 * Wynne: You have to ask? I didn't realize I was being subtle.
 * Morrigan: Ah, the old cat still has her claws, I see. And you also do not approve of my involvement with our stalwart Grey Warden.
 * Wynne: You are dangerous, Morrigan. Dangerous, cunning and thoroughly deceitful. But you are beautiful, and he is young. It's a pity he doesn't know any better.
 * Morrigan: Why, Wynne, I do believe that is the first time you have ever offered a compliment. Thank you.
 * Wynne: Only you would take that as a compliment.
 * Morrigan: Listen, old woman. what happens between myself and him is not your concern. You can approve or not approve as you wish, but this is one thing you cannot influence and mould to your liking.
 * Wynne: So you say. I do hope that one day soon you will discover that neither is he.
 * Morrigan: You mistake my intent, old cat. And you are a fool.
 * Wynne: Am I? Well, let's hope so.

-- (After Wynne's condition is revealed)


 * Morrigan: You must be vastly relieved, Wynne.
 * Wynne: Relieved? I do not understand what you mean.
 * Morrigan: Most your age would spend much of their time pre-occupied wondering when they might perish. Yet you already know.
 * Wynne: Eavesdropping is not considered very polite, dear.
 * Morrigan: A fortunate thing, then, that I do not consider myself bound by such rules.
 * Wynne: In response to your question, I know only that I died once. I do not know how much time I have left… only that it is very little.
 * Morrigan: That is not so very different from before, surely. You are an old woman.
 * Wynne: One who keenly appreciates that our time in this world should be spent doing what is important.
 * Morrigan: I have always lived by such a philosophy.
 * Wynne: How reassuring.

--


 * Morrigan: Have you given thought to, perhaps, prolonging your life by forcing another spirit into your service?
 * Wynne: Of course not.
 * Morrigan: I would. Of course, I am still young, beautiful, and my life is my own while you are bound to that Circle. Hmm. I wonder why I asked. It would be a silly thing, prolonging your life. A waste.
 * Wynne: Think what you will, Morrigan. When the end comes, I will go gladly to my rest, proud of my achievements. While, you… you will see how empty your life was. You will realize that because you never had love for others, you never received love in return. And you will die alone and unmourned.
 * Morrigan: You speak of meaningless things. I need no one to mourn me, old woman.
 * Wynne: More’s the pity.

Morrigan and Dog

 * Morrigan: Stop looking at me, mongrel. I have nothing you want!
 * Dog: (Whine!)
 * Morrigan: Why do you keep staring at me so, you flea-ridden beast? Can you not tell when you are not wanted?
 * Dog: (Whine!)
 * Morrigan: I enjoy the company of creatures of the wild. Not stench-ridden, domesticated wolves.
 * Dog: (Whine!)
 * Morrigan: And he persists! Maddening!
 * Dog: (Happy bark!)

--


 * Morrigan: You ate my entire bag of herbs, you foolish dog. Do not think I am unaware of where it went.
 * Dog: (Unhappy whine!)
 * Morrigan: 'Tis your own fault for being so entirely gluttonous. Several of those herbs were poisonous. You should be pleased they did not kill you.
 * Dog: (Conversational Barking)
 * Morrigan: Do not be ridiculous. I am certainly not going to give you more, even if I did have more to give.
 * Dog: (Whine!)
 * Morrigan: Ugh. You have some nerve, creature. And your breath leaves much to be desired. Off you go.
 * Dog: (Whine!)
 * Morrigan: We shall see. I promise nothing.

--


 * Dog: (Plaintive whine)
 * Morrigan: Another? I just gave you one, fool dog.
 * Dog: (More insistent whine)
 * Morrigan: Perhaps you should go and hunt something, then. For a warrior beast you are remarkably over dependent.
 * Dog: (Happy bark!)
 * Morrigan: Oh, very well. But tell no one.