Fenris/Dialogue

Friendship/Rivalry
Note: not sure the best way to organize this yet and there's limited information, but it's a start.

To get rivalry with Fenris:
 * On Long Way Home select 'It did help us' when Merrill removes the barrier for
 * On Long Way Home tell Merrill you will visit her when you make it to the Alienage.
 * On Welcome Home if you told Merrill you would visit her, flirt and be diplomatic (May be other options as well)for
 * When Fenris joins a mage Hawke - select 'Power' for, 'Is this a problem?' for , 'Nothing' for and 'survival' or 'Find out' for
 * Fenris in his house 
 * Bringing Fenris to the Gallows for the first time, choose 'It's wrong to opress mages' for, 'The circle doesn't work for

For friendship with Fenris:
 * On Long Way Home select 'The demon, you mean' when Merril removes the barrier for
 * On Long Way Home tell Merril you won't visit (I think)
 * When talking to Fenris in his home the first time, Flirt + I'm willing to listen + I've thought about it + My family is here + ask questions + You could make a home here + Flatterer resulted in
 * First time you visit the Gallows select 'The circle is necessary' for

Fenris and Anders

 * Anders: So. There must be mages in tevinter that don't use blood magic.
 * Fenris: Of course. There are slaves. The magisters do not hesitate to collar their own kind.
 * Anders: But no magisters?
 * Fenris: Why must you go on about this? No magister would turn down an advantage over his rivals. If he did, he'd be dead.
 * Anders: You know, to use blood magic you must look a demon in the eye and accept his offer. I just figured some of them would say no. For aesthetic reasons, if nothing else.

(If Hawke romanced Fenris)
 * Anders: I can't imagine what Hawke sees in you.
 * Fenris: It is done. Leave it be.
 * Anders: Well, good. I always knew she/he had some sense.
 * Fenris: Do not make light of this. Leaving was the hardest thing I've ever done.


 * Anders: Not all mages are weak.
 * Fenris: True. Hawke, for one, is not weak. (If Hawke is a mage)
 * Anders: I notice you didn't mention me.
 * Fenris: No.
 * Anders: I'll prove to you that I'm not weak
 * Fenris: Prove it to yourself. You aren't fooling anyone else.

(wording not exact)
 * Fenris: Did I hear correctly? You are a ... abomination?
 * Anders: Why don't you shout? I don't think everyone heard you
 * Fenris: Do you see yourself as harmless, then? An abomination that would never harm someone.
 * Anders: Like ripping someones heart out of his chest?
 * Fenris: I did that at the behest of no demon.
 * Anders: So we agree that it doesn't take a demon for someone to be a vicious killer? Good.

Fenris and Aveline

 * Fenris: I talked with Donnic.
 * Aveline: Since when do you talk with my husband?
 * Fenris: He...comes to the mansion every week? We play diamondback.
 * Aveline: What? Why am I not invited to these games?
 * Fenris: He says you get angry when you lose.
 * Aveline: I do not! All right, perhaps I do. Still, that's no reason not to tell me.
 * Isabela: Perhaps he longed for less masculine companionship?
 * Aveline: Shut up, whore.


 * Aveline: Thank you for that tip, Fenris.
 * Fenris: You caught them then?
 * Aveline: Yes -- a whole nest of slave runners working out of the Undercity.
 * Fenris: I imagine you imprisoned them?
 * Aveline: Sadly, they never made it to prison.
 * Fenris: You always know how to make me smile, Aveline.


 * Aveline: Do you feel like a citizen, Fenris?
 * Fenris: Excuse me?
 * Aveline: You've been in Kirkwall as long as I have. Does it feel like home?
 * Fenris: It feels. That itself has been a surprise.
 * Aveline: I think I know what you mean.

Fenris and Isabela

 * Isabela: So what's with that magical fisting thing you do?
 * Fenris: I'm...sorry?
 * Isabela: You know, when you stick your hand into people.
 * Fenris: Oh. That. Yes. It's a...talent.
 * Isabela: You could make so much coin with that.


 * Isabela: I enjoy a man with markings like that.
 * Fenris: You've enjoyed many, I suspect.
 * Isabela: Where I come from, they're called "tattoos." Sailors get them all the time.
 * Fenris: Not made of lyrium, I'd imagine.
 * Isabela: Not a one. And the pictures are different—usually breasts.
 * Fenris: I suppose a pair of lyrium breasts tattooed onto my chest would make things better.
 * Isabela: That's me. I'm a helper.


 * Fenris: So, this relic you mentioned losing...
 * Isabela: You have such pretty eyes.
 * Fenris: I have such... pretty eyes?
 * Isabela: You Elves have such pretty eyes. Even the men. Makes me want to pluck them out and wear them as a necklace.
 * Fenris: I wouldn't suggest trying.
 * Isabela: Oh, I would never try. Not without reason, of course.
 * Fenris: Forget I said anything.


 * Fenris: You keep staring at me. Is it my eyes again?
 * Isabela: You're very lanky for an elf. I like lanky.
 * Fenris: From what I gather, you like a lot of things.
 * Isabela: Nonsense. But when I see something I like, I go after it.
 * Fenris: Do you intend to go after me, then?
 * Isabela: Will you take off all that spiky armor you're wearing?
 * Fenris: It's been known to happen.
 * Isabela: Then forget it.

(*After romance with Hawke)
 * Fenris: You keep staring at me. Is it my eyes again?
 * Isabela: You're very lanky for an elf. I like lanky.
 * Fenris: From what I gather, you like a lot of things.
 * Isabela: Nonsense. But when I see something I like, I go after it.
 * Fenris: I suggest keeping your distance.*
 * Isabela: Now you're just making it challenging.


 * Fenris: So you freed a group of slaves?
 * Isabela: Would-be slaves. They weren't slaves yet.
 * Fenris: Still. You did the right thing. Many would turn a blind eye.
 * Isabela: Don't read too much into it, all right? It just... seemed a good idea at the time.

Fenris and Merrill

 * 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.
 * Fenris: Perhaps it's the inane prodding.


 * Fenris: Avert your eyes, witch.
 * Merrill: ...
 * 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.

( (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're lucky, then. There are so many things I wish I could undo.


 * Merrill: I feel sorry for 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.
 * Merrill: Breaking things you love isn't restricted to mages, Fenris.
 * Fenris: Sadly true.


 * Fenris: Why are you watching me?
 * 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.


 * 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 your 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.

Fenris and Varric

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


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


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


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


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

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

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


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