Merrill/Dialogue

Merrill's dialogue contains a list of conversations she shares with her companions.

Merrill and Anders
ACT I
 * Anders: So, when you first did blood magic, it was... just an accident, right?
 * Anders: You cut yourself and realized the power? You didn't actually deal with a demon?
 * Merrill: Oh, no. I did.
 * Anders: Why would you do that?
 * Merrill: I needed his help. He was really very nice about it.
 * Anders: Of course he was! He's using you to get a foothold in a mortal brain!
 * Merrill: He's a spirit. He offered me his aid.  I hardly think you're one to criticize.


 * Merrill: I heard Varric saying you were a Grey Warden.
 * Anders: I was.
 * Merrill: I met a warden once. Back in Ferelden.  Duncan, I think his name was.  Very odd man.
 * Merrill: He had a marvelous beard, though. I'd never seen one before.  I thought a squirrel had grabbed him by the chin.

If the Hero of Ferelden was Dalish
 * Merrill: I heard Varric saying you were a Grey Warden.
 * Anders: I was.
 * Merrill: Did you... did you ever meet a Dalish Warden? Mahariel?
 * Anders: As a matter of fact, I did.
 * Anders: Do you know her/him?
 * Merrill: We grew up together. She/He was one of my clan.
 * Merrill: I keep hoping to hear some news...
 * Anders: I wouldn't get your hopes up. The Hero of Ferelden values privacy rather highly.

If the Hero of Ferelden was Dalish, but died killing the Archdemon In all likelihood, the friend Anders is referring to is Oghren
 * Merrill: I heard Varric saying you were a Grey Warden.
 * Anders: I was.
 * Merrill: Did you... did you ever meet a Dalish Warden? Mahariel?
 * Anders: No. I had a friend who did, though.  Told the most impossible stories.
 * Merrill: I'd like to hear them, sometime. If you don't mind.


 * Merrill: Ser Pounce-a-lot... who knighted him?
 * Anders: Is that a serious question?
 * Merrill: Did he have a little sword, or just his claws? I bet he had a dashing cap with a feather in it!
 * Anders: Would you stop making fun of my cat?
 * Merrill: Oh... no hat, then?


 * Anders: Maybe you don't really understand the difference between spirits and demons.
 * Merrill: Did I ask you?
 * Anders: Spirits were the first children of the Maker, but He turned his back on them to dote on His mortal creations.
 * Anders: The ones who resented this became demons, driven to take everything mortals had and gain back the Maker's favor.
 * Merrill: Your "Maker" is a story you humans use to explain the world.
 * Merrill: We have our own stories. I don't need to borrow yours.

ACT II
 * Merrill: You could get another cat, you know. There's one in the Lowtown market with a litter of kittens ready to wean.
 * Anders: You don't pay attention to templars, Qunari or politics, but you notice kittens?
 * Merrill: Templars, Qunari and politics don't meow and attack your feet when you're buying food.
 * Anders: Are there any tabbies? I'd like a tabby.


 * Anders: It's a bad feeling you know.
 * Merrill: What?
 * Anders: Being an abomination. I just got a taste of your future.
 * Merrill: I'm not that foolish. Our relationship is, um, strictly platonic.
 * Anders: It's like you're trapped in your own body, seeing out your eyes, while someone else moves you like a puppet.
 * Anders: And you're trying to scream, to move a single muscle, but there's no escape. Until you look down at the blood on your hands.
 * Merrill: Stop it. You're scaring me.
 * Anders: That's the point.


 * Anders: Do Dalish honestly not recognize the difference between demons and beneficial spirits?
 * Merrill:We’ve never thought of the Fade as the home of our gods. It is another realm. Another people's home, no different or more foreign than, say, Orzammar.
 * Anders: But have you never studied the types of demons? They break down very clearly into different sins.
 * Merrill:Spirits differ from each other. Just as you, and Hawke and Isabela are all human. More or less.

(After the companion mission "Dissent")
 * Merrill: Are you alright?
 * Anders: I nearly killed an innocent girl. How could I be alright?
 * Merrill: I'm sorry.
 * Anders: You're sorry? For me? This could be you! You could be the next monster threatening helpless girls!
 * Merrill: Anders... There's no such thing as a good spirit. There never was.
 * Merrill: All spirits are dangerous. I understood that. I'm sorry that you didn't.

(during "A New Path")
 * Anders: I don't know why I'm bothering with this, but you do realize it is crazy, right?
 * Merrill: Believe me I noticed, if I had any other choices, I'd take them.
 * Anders: You have choices! You always had choices! Stop using blood magic. Get rid of that damned mirror.
 * Merrill: Oh in that case, I will head back to Kirkwall and throw it away, right after you abandon the plight of the circle of mages.


 * Merrill: You really believe don't you?
 * Anders: What are we talking about?
 * Merrill: Believing. You do I can tell, in freedom, in mages, in good spirits and bad templars. With more fire than the sun.
 * Anders: And your point is?
 * Merrill: I miss it sometimes, things being certain.
 * Anders: Some things are certain.
 * Merrill: Not anymore.


 * Anders: You must join us. Do you see that now? You must stand with Kirkwall's mages.
 * Merrill: It's not my fight.
 * Anders: You can't hide in Sundermount.
 * Anders: There is no place for you among the Dalish.
 * Merrill: No! My clan is all I ever cared about! Everything I did, I did for them!
 * Anders: On second thought, maybe don't try to help us.


 * Anders: Hawke was a fool to let you move in. You'll only betray him/her. That's all your kind can do.
 * Merrill: Why do you only do this to me? Are you jealous? You don't get upset about Hawke and Isabela.
 * Anders: You can't really get jealous of someone for sleeping with Isabela. It's just...understood.
 * Anders: She's like a side dish. She comes with the meal.

Merrill and Aveline
ACT I
 * Merrill: You must really like the Hawke family.
 * Aveline: Why do you say that?
 * Merrill: You came all the way from Lothering with them, didn't you? And they're not even your clan.
 * Aveline: Humans don't have clans, Merrill.
 * Merrill: Exactly! You came so far together, and you didn't even have a Keeper to make you get along.
 * Aveline: So your Keeper tells you to stop kicking each other, or she'll turn the aravel around?
 * Merrill: Sometimes she also warns us to stop pulling hair.


 * Merrill: I would like to know more about being a guard, Aveline.
 * Aveline: I don't think that's the job for you.
 * Merrill: I know, but it might help me not get caught.
 * Aveline: You probably shouldn't have said that part.
 * Merrill: Why?
 * Aveline: Just... never mind.


 * Merrill: Did Lothering have an alienage?
 * Aveline: It wasn't a big enough village to have a wall around it, let alone a place for elves.
 * Merrill: Where did the elves live, then?
 * Aveline: Stables and outbuildings, mostly.
 * Merrill: I think I like alienages better.


 * Merrill: Why don't you arrest us, Aveline?
 * Aveline: What?
 * Merrill: We break the law. I'm pretty sure.  There are laws for almost everything.  You're not a bad guard, are you?
 * Aveline: No!
 * Merrill: That's good. Is it because you're fond of Hawke?  I kind of am.
 * Aveline: How very nice for you. Keep it to yourself.
 * Merrill: I'd rather keep it with her/him.

ACT II
 * Aveline: You're incredibly talented, Merrill. I can see you are meant for great things.
 * Merrill: Thank you!
 * Aveline: But, you're stupid.
 * Merrill: I'm sorry, what?
 * Aveline: Don't you think it would be better to work on where you are now instead of recreating old glory?
 * Merrill: No, no that's kind of the opposite of what I've been saying. I'm the stupid one? Whatever.


 * Merrill: The Qunari must like it here, to stay so long.
 * Aveline: From what I've seen, the Qunari don't like anything.
 * Merrill: That's can't be true. They must like some things... Butterflies? Sunshine? Rainbows?
 * Aveline: If I spot a Qunari admiring butterflies, Merrill, you'll be the first person I tell.


 * Merrill: (Giggles)
 * Aveline: Yes?
 * Merrill: Is it like you thought? It's nice, isn't it? He seems nice.
 * Aveline: Yes, he's very nice.
 * Merrill: I know! And you're so cute when you're with him! Not like normal-you at all!
 * Aveline: Haven't you got something unholy to do?
 * Merrill: No, we're following Hawke. That's important, too.

ACT III
 * Merrill: Aveline... do you think we'll win?
 * Aveline: Win what?
 * Merrill: In the end. It feels like something is ending, doesn't it? Do you think we'll win?
 * Aveline: Nothing is ending, Merrill. Things are a little tense, but it will pass.
 * Merrill: I hope we win. Varric will make it a good story, I'm sure.

If Hawke is romancing Merrill If not romanced
 * Aveline: I didn't expect you to stick around for this mess Merrill. This has nothing to do with your elves.
 * Merrill: I love Hawke, I wouldn't go anywhere.
 * Aveline: But it's not your fight.
 * Merrill: I love Hawke.
 * Aveline: You said that.
 * Merrill: I say it a lot. It makes things clearer, takes away doubt when everything is crazy and people are dying.
 * Aveline: I understand.
 * Merrill: Oh, good. Someone should.
 * Aveline: I didn't expect you to stick around for this mess Merrill. This has nothing to do with your elves.
 * Merrill: Everything affects everything. We were born, a bunch of things happened, and now we're in a mess with our friends.
 * Aveline: That seems too simple.
 * Merrill: Simple is good. It sneaks up on you, makes you smile.
 * Merrill: Maybe that should be enough once in a while.
 * Aveline: Simple it is.


 * Aveline: Merrill, That mirror of yours, what exactly does it do?
 * Merrill: Mostly it stands in my house, looking a bit spooky.
 * Aveline: But its magic, Right? So it can do... Magic things? Is it dangerous?
 * Merrill: It could fall on some one, but you'd have to push really hard. its quite heavy.
 * Aveline: Merrill, Is it a danger to the people of kirkwall or not?
 * Merrill: Oh! Only to anyone sitting right under it.


 * Merrill: Aveline, what's in your mirror?
 * Aveline: What do you mean?
 * Merrill: In your mirror. What do you see?
 * Aveline: A warrior. A wife. All the mistakes I made to get here and make it right.
 * Aveline: Why? What have you decided to see?
 * Merrill: Sometimes it's hard to tell. Cracks, mostly.
 * Merrill: Maybe I'll borrow yours sometime. If that's all right?
 * Aveline: It's all right.

Merrill and Bethany

 * Bethany: So, there's no Circle among the Dalish?
 * Merrill: Any child with the gift of magic is apprenticed to a Keeper... in another clan if there's no need in her own.
 * Bethany: That sounds nice.
 * Merrill: Magic is a gift of the Creators. Why wouldn't we use it?
 * Merrill: It just seems... wasteful for humans to lock their mages away where they can't do any good.
 * Bethany: But.. .you are a blood mage.


 * Bethany: So, is the Keeper... your mother?
 * Merrill: I left my clan when I was a child to become Marethari's First.
 * Merrill: I haven't seen my parents in more than ten years.
 * Bethany: I'm so sorry! My father died in the Blight. You must really miss them.
 * Merrill: I remember my mother singing to me, when I was a little girl and I'd get sick. I think that's what I miss the most.
 * Merrill: The Keeper has a terrible singing voice.


 * Merrill: You're so lucky.
 * Bethany: How do you figure?
 * Merrill: I would have loved to have a brother, and a mother, and an uncle.
 * Merrill: It must be wonderful. You'd never be alone!
 * Bethany: It is wonderful. Although it might be better without Uncle Gamlen.


 * Merrill: If you could do anything - just anything at all - what would you do?
 * Bethany: That's easy. Be normal. No magic, just... normal.
 * Merrill: Really? You wouldn't fly across Thedas or eat a cake the size of Kirkwall? Keep a baby griffon for a pet?
 * Bethany: Well, now that you say it, the griffon might not be so bad.
 * Merrill: I'd name mine "Feathers."

Merrill and Carver

 * Carver: So, you're not like a lot of other girls.
 * Merrill: No, I'm an elf.
 * Carver: Right, alright then.
 * Merrill: Oh, did I miss something dirty?
 * Carver: What? No! It wasn't dirty. It wasn't anything.
 * Merrill: Oh? Right, because I miss a lot of dirty things and sometimes I wouldn't mind hearing them.
 * Carver: Would you now?


 * Carver: Your people came a long way Merrill, but I like to think that we have Ferelden in common.
 * Merrill: I never saw Lothering. did you walk as much as we did? Probably more? We didin't stuck with halla, our ship stunk.
 * Carver: Your ship?
 * Merrill: There was something foul in the hold. I can still smell it.
 * Carver: Oh, well, that must have been unpleasant.
 * Merrill: It was. Did I miss something dirty again?
 * Carver: No.


 * Merrill: Do you miss it? Ferelden I mean.
 * Carver: Sometimes.
 * Merrill: Blackberries. They don't seem to grow here. And there were little song birds with black caps on their heads.
 * Carver: I sort of miss the dogs barking.
 * Merrill: Yes... It's been mostly humans barking at me here. Not nearly as cute.


 * Merrill: How did you learn swording?
 * Carver: "Swording"?
 * Merrill: Those things you do with the sword. It looks tricky. Was it hard to learn?
 * Carver: It takes a lot of practice.
 * Merrill: Well, you seem good at it! I bet one day you'll be best sworder in Kirkwall.
 * Carver: Merrill...
 * Merrill: I said something wrong again, didn't I? Maybe I'll just stop talking.

Merrill and Fenris

 * Merrill: You've probably never met a Dalish before, have you?
 * Fenris: I wouldn't know.
 * Merrill: I'm sure you'd be able to tell. Dalish aren't much like the elves in the cities.
 * Fenris: The smug sense of superiority does give you away.


 * Merrill: Certainly your people have stories about the Dalish. No?
 * Fenris: My people?
 * Merrill: The elves in Tevinter. They must have heard of us.
 * Fenris: They've heard. They just don't care.
 * Merrill: But if they ran away, the Dalish would help them.
 * Fenris: You might as well say, "If they flew into the sky, they could live in the clouds".
 * Merrill: What would they eat in the clouds? There is nothing there but fluff and the occasional bird.
 * Fenris: This is why nobody takes the Dalish seriously.


 * Fenris: Why are you watching me like that?
 * Merrill: You have vallaslin. The same markings that the Dalish have.
 * Fenris: Yours are not made of lyrium.
 * Merrill: No, they're made of blood. Our blood. That's what vallaslin means: blood writing. It's a mark of adulthood.
 * Fenris: Mine were carved into my flesh against my will, in a ritual I remember only for the agony it caused me.
 * Merrill: I'm... so sorry.


 * Merrill: Did you step on something sharp, Fenris?
 * Fenris: No.
 * Merrill: Slam your fingers in a door?
 * Fenris: No.
 * Merrill: Smack your head on a low beam?
 * Fenris: Is there a point to this line of questioning?
 * Merrill: Just wondering why you're so cross all the time.
 * Varric: (If in party) I think he jabs himself with those spikes, personally.
 * Fenris: Perhaps it's the inane prodding.


 * Fenris: Avert your eyes, witch.
 * Merrill: You said I was dwelling on "useless" history, but what are you doing?
 * Merrill: The past is important, to you and to all of us. We must know it to move forward.
 * Fenris: You had a life. You had a family. And you abandoned them to chase after ghosts.
 * Fenris: We are nothing alike. Don't even begin to think that we are.


 * Merrill: You never come to the alienage, Fenris.
 * Fenris: I don't live in the alienage.
 * Merrill: Don't you care about the plight of our people? Not even a little bit?
 * Fenris: I don't need to visit the alienage to know what they suffer. I know it better than you.
 * Merrill: I've lived there for years! I see it first hand!
 * Fenris: And I lived it.


 * Fenris: I don't want your pity.
 * Merrill: Are you talking to me?
 * Fenris: You said you were sorry about the ritual I endured. Keep your sorrow.
 * Merrill: I only meant-
 * Fenris: You have all the freedom none of our kind enjoy, and you throw it away. On what?
 * Merrill: Our people need to reclaim their heritage.
 * Fenris: A heritage of defeat? To what end?
 * Merrill: Would you truly turn your back on your own history? There's so much we don't know...
 * Fenris: It's not my history. It's simply history.

( (if Hawke romanced Fenris) )
 * Merrill: (Giggles)
 * Fenris: What? Why are you looking at me like that?
 * Merrill: You're in love!
 * Fenris: I am not.
 * Merrill: You keep looking at Hawke with sad puppy eyes every time her/his back is turned.
 * Fenris: There are no puppy eyes.
 * Merrill: It's all right, you know. Even you can be happy once in a while. It won't kill you. But your face might crack if you smile, so be careful.


 * Merrill: Do you regret it? What happened with your sister, I mean.
 * Fenris: No.
 * Merrill: You don't feel about killing her? Not even a little? (if Varania was slain)
 * Fenris: It was necessary.
 * Merrill: You're lucky, then. There are so many things I wish I could undo.


 * Merrill: Poor Anders.
 * Fenris: You pity him? He's dangerous to himself and everyone around him.
 * Merrill: I think he's broken the thing he wanted to save.
 * Fenris: You pity him because he's you.
 * Merrill: Breaking the things you love most isn't restricted to mages, Fenris.
 * Fenris: Sadly true.


 * Merrill: Your master have been a terrible man to make you hate mages so.
 * Fenris: He was, now he's dead.
 * Merrill: We're not all like him.
 * Fenris: How often do I hear that, and yet, how often I find it's not true.
 * Merrill: The Keepers are different, they exist to preserve the old ways, and to protect our people.
 * Fenris: And none of them would ever fall prey to a demon. Or perform blood magic.
 * Merrill: It's impossible to talk to you.


 * Fenris: This... Keeper of yours, she was a friend?
 * Merrill: She was like a mother to me. To all of us.
 * Fenris: Then I'm sorry.
 * Merrill: No you're not. She's just one more mage to you. Why would you be sorry she's dead?
 * Fenris: I'm not sorry she's dead. I'm only sorry she died for you.
 * Merrill: What?
 * Fenris: Let's hope the sacrifice of someone who cared for you that much isn't wasted.


 * Fenris: You are more naive than I thought.
 * Merrill: What have I done to you now?
 * Fenris: To me? Nothing. Not yet.
 * Fenris: To yourself - you can't even begin to imagine the number of mages that have walked down the path you're now on.
 * Merrill: My clan didn't believe in me. If you don't believe in me either, I won't mind.


 * Fenris: See for yourself. The legacy of the magisters.
 * Merrill: They sacrifice the unwilling?
 * Fenris: Is that so hard to believe? You are only one step away from it yourself.
 * Merrill: That's not true.
 * Fenris: Believe what you like. In my experience, mages always find a way to justify their need for power.


 * Merrill: Pol...what was he thinking? He acted like I was a monster...
 * Fenris: You are a monster.
 * Merrill: You are not helping.
 * Fenris: Good.

Merrill and Isabela
ACT I
 * Merrill: How do you do that?
 * Isabela: Do what, Kitten?
 * Merrill: You sort of... swagger when you walk. I've been trying, but I trip over my own feet when I do it.
 * Isabela: You just strut. It's not something you practice.
 * Merrill: How do I learn it, then?
 * Isabela: It comes to you. Usually at night.  It's like a lover... or maybe a burglar.
 * Isabela: Either it ravishes you or runs off with all your jewelry. And you have to run it down and stab it in the heart.
 * Isabela: And... that metaphor got a bit away from me, didn't it?
 * Merrill: I think it did, but it was certainly exciting!


 * Merrill: Do you really like sailing?
 * Isabela: Like it? I love it!  The salt spray on my face, the wind whipping by my ears, the gulls screaming overhead—I love it all.
 * Merrill: Don't you get sick? I was so sick on our trip across the sea.
 * Isabela: Were you in the hold?
 * Merrill: Everyone was in the hold.
 * Isabela: There's your problem. You need to be up on deck, under the sky, with nothing between you and the horizon.
 * Isabela: Sailing is like sex. Do it wrong, and it'll make you sick.
 * Isabela: But do it right, and there's no feeling in the world like it.


 * Merrill: Do you have a parrot, Isabela?
 * Isabela: What would I want a parrot for?
 * Merrill: What about a peg leg? Do you have one of those?
 * Isabela: You can see that I don't, dear.
 * Merrill: Eye patch?
 * Isabela: I'm disappointing you terribly, aren't I? And no hook for a hand, either.
 * Merrill: Seems that Varric's pirate stories are awfully inaccurate.
 * Isabela: He knows, Kitten. He likes them better that way.


 * Isabela: It's not always fun and games on the sea, though. There are storms and hostile pirates.
 * Isabela: And it's trying being cooped up with men who haven't seen a woman in months.
 * Merrill: You're a woman.
 * Isabela: Exactly. And I don't usually let them touch me, so they get... frustrated.
 * Isabela: I insist all of them get alone time. Helps with the crankiness.
 * Merrill: But they're already lonely! Why would you insist that they be alone some more?
 * Isabela: Merrill.
 * Merrill: What? Did I miss something?
 * Isabela: Go think about it. Maybe it'll come to you.

(While speaking to Jethann in The Blooming Rose during the quest The First Sacrifice)
 * Isabela: Ooh, I like him. He reminds me of someone.
 * Merrill: He does? Who is it?
 * Isabela: Think about it, Kitten.
 * Merrill: Well, you couldn't have meant Varric, because he's not even an elf—oh... Ohh! You were referring to yourself.  Sorry!
 * Isabela: See? I knew it'd come to you.

ACT II
 * Merrill: What was Llomerryn like? I’ve never heard of a Dalish who’s been there.
 * Isabela: I don’t imagine your people travel between islands much.
 * Merrill: Not really, no.
 * Isabela: I wouldn’t start waterproofing your wagons, then. I don’t think Llomerryn is ready for the Dalish.
 * Merrill: What do you mean? Would we upset the people there?
 * Isabela: It’s not really the kind of place where one turns down a tumble. Even refuse a fortune teller, and they’d run your lot out of town.


 * Merrill: How do you suppose the Qunari scratch their heads with those horns in the way?
 * Isabela: Why do you think I would know?
 * Merrill: Because you know lots of things! I wonder if they rub their heads against tree trunks like halla do.
 * Isabela: I'd pay a sovereign to see that.
 * Merrill: No wonder they seem so cranky all the time.


 * Merrill: (Sighs) Why do you even like me? I must seem so dull.
 * Isabela: What brought this on?
 * Merrill: Your life has been... so exciting. The adventures, the duels, the passionate love affairs.
 * Merrill: Compared to that, my life is a stale, dry biscuit. (Sighs) I wish I had your life.
 * Isabela: No. You don't want my life.
 * Merrill: Why?
 * Isabela: Because you have a good heart, and you deserve better.


 * Merrill: You've had many lovers, haven't you?
 * Isabela: Fewer than some think.
 * Merrill: But you never stay with them.
 * Isabela: No, why should I?
 * Merrill: But the act of lovemaking is so... intimate.
 * Isabela: I don't "make love." What I do is only skin-deep, Kitten.
 * Isabela: Don't worry your pretty little head about it.

(If Hawke is romancing Merrill)
 * Isabela: You and Hawke... something's there, isn't there?
 * Merrill: He's clever, strong, and wonderful. How can anyone not love him?
 * Merrill: She's so amazing and beautiful. How could anyone not love her? (if Hawke is female)
 * Isabela: Oh, I could give you a list, but that would just bore you.
 * Isabela: So... did you get naked?
 * Merrill: Isabela!
 * Isabela: Ooh, look at that blush. That good, huh?

(If Hawke has romanced Isabela)
 * Merrill: I think Hawke likes you, Isabela.
 * Isabela: You think so?
 * Merrill: S/he looks at you all the time, and then s/he looks embarrassed and pretends s/he's busy with something else.
 * Hawke: I can hear you, you know.
 * Merrill: (Giggles) See?
 * Isabela: Hm. I'll have to think about that.


 * Merrill: Why are you smiling?
 * Isabela: No reason.
 * Merrill: Ooh, ooh! It's something dirty, isn't it? Tell me! Tell me!
 * Isabela: It...it isn't anything dirty. I'm just...happy.
 * Merrill: Oh. That's good, too. But I was hoping for something dirty.
 * Isabela: Come by the tavern later. I've got stories that will make your toes curl.

Merrill and Sebastian

 * Sebastian: Have you heard the Chant of Light?
 * Merrill: That's the song they sing at the Chantry, right? It's pretty... but a little repetitive.
 * Sebastian: Then you know the story? How Andraste became the Maker's divine bride and convinced Him to offer us a second chance?
 * Merrill: Right. But I never understood why she had to die.
 * Sebastian: Her mortal husband betrayed her out of jealousy.
 * Merrill: But if He wanted her to spread her faith, couldn't she do that better alive?
 * Sebastian: The Maker gave us free will. By his betrayal, Maferath showed us that men were not yet worth saving.
 * Merrill: I don't know. It's a nice story, but I think it's got some holes.


 * Sebastian: So what do you believe, Merrill?
 * Merrill: Our gods abandoned us long ago. They haven't answered our prayers since the fall of Arlathan.
 * Merrill: When we've proven that we're elves again, that we didn't lose everything, they'll come back to us.
 * Sebastian: We say the same of the Maker.
 * Sebastian: Perhaps they're only different names for the same divine force that created the world.
 * Merrill: The Maker wants you to be elves?


 * Merrill: Your armor is very shiny, Sebastian. Doesn't that make you an easier target?
 * Sebastian: The Light of the Maker is my armor, Merrill. I am not afraid.
 * Merrill: Maybe you could ask Him to make His Light less shiny? Then you wouldn't need as much armor.

if Aveline is in the party:
 * Merrill: If your city was stolen, why didn't you just call the guards?
 * Sebastian: I'm afraid the matter can't be handled by guards, Merrill.
 * Merrill: Aveline could help you! She's very good at making thieves give things back. I think it's because she's so tall.
 * Sebastian: This is beyond even Aveline's power, I'm sorry to say.
 * Merrill: Are you sure? Have you seen her hit people?
 * Aveline: I can hear every word you're saying.


 * Merrill: Does your bow have a name? Varric's bow has a name.
 * Sebastian: I'm afraid I can't compete with our dear dwarf's... relationship to his weapon.
 * Merrill: You could call it Philomela!
 * Sebastian: Why would I do that?
 * Merrill: Because it reminds me of a woman in the alienage. Skinny, pointed, and always throwing things at people.


 * Merrill: I've always wondered: how do your Divines choose their names?
 * Sebastian: They write all the best sacred names on slips of paper and stuff them in a miter.
 * Sebastian: Then the newly elected Divine picks a name out of the hat.
 * Merrill: What if she picks a name she doesn't like? Does she have to keep it?
 * Sebastian: Of course she does. How do you think we got four Divines named Hortensia?


 * Merrill: What does your Chantry do?
 * Merrill: I mean, you keep saying how great it is. Anders and Isabela tell me to stay away from it. But what does it do?
 * Merrill: Among the Dalish, the Keepers teach the children, preserve our history, perform magic. The priestesses here just... sing.
 * Sebastian: The Chantry does many charitable works. It cares for widows and orphans-
 * Merrill: Who in the Dalish would just be part of the clan, like everyone else.
 * Merrill: I just don't get it.

Merrill and Varric
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.

ACT II
 * 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?


 * 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.


 * 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.

(During Act III - Needs to be edited for accuracy)
 * Merrill: You can have this back
 * Varric: Twine? When did I lend you a ball of twine?
 * Merrill: When I first came to the city. It helped me find my way when I got lost. It drove the merchants absolutely batty but I never got lost again.
 * Varric: Keep it Daisy, you can use it for other things. Like tying up a package or stringing up a roast. It's multi-purpose.


 * 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.

(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.

After the quest Family Matter
 * Merrill: I'm sorry about your brother, Varric. Do you have any family left?
 * Varric: I have family like a rat has fles, Daisy.
 * Merrill: Does that mean you have a lot of family, or that they make you itch alot?
 * Varric: Both.