Fenris/Dialogue

Fenris' dialogue contains a list of conversations he shares with his companions and Hawke.

Friendship/Rivalry
Note: not sure the best way to organize this yet and there's limited information, but it's a start. Note2: Friendship/Rivalry solutions, shouldn't be mixed with simple quotes (it complicates search)

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 oppress 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
 * 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 Hawke

 * Fenris: I cannot imagine what it must be like to lose your family.
 * Fenris: Anything I could say would be insufficient. I'm sorry.

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) (If Isabela is in the party) (If Isabela is in the party and you slept with her as well)
 * 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.
 * Isabela: Oh, will you two get over yourselves? You're like two dogs around a bitch in heat.
 * Fenris: We were talking about Hawke. Not you.
 * Isabela: Oh, will you two get over yourselves? I did her/him too.

(If Hawke spent the night with Fenris, but moved on to Anders)
 * Anders: You were an idiot to leave Hawke.
 * Fenris: And you were fast enough to replace me.
 * Anders: I love him/her. You have no idea what that means.
 * Fenris: Do not bare your heart to me, mage, unless you would have me rip it out.

(If Hawke spent the night with Fenris, but moved on to Anders)
 * Fenris: You... are living with Hawke now?
 * Anders: What of it?
 * Fenris: Be good to him/her. Break his/her heart, and I will kill you.


 * Anders: Not all mages are weak.
 * Fenris: True. Hawke, for instance, is not weak. (If Hawke is a mage) / Bethany, for instance, is not weak.
 * Anders: I notice you specifically didn't mention me.
 * Fenris: That is also true.
 * Anders: I'll prove to you that I'm not weak
 * Fenris: Prove it to yourself. You aren't fooling anyone else.


 * 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: I seem to recall you saying something a while ago...
 * Anders: Shut up.
 * Fenris: "I can control it." Wasn't that what you said?
 * Anders: So help me...


 * Fenris: Why was your friend made Tranquil? Do you know?
 * Anders: No, and it doesn't matter. Nobody deserves that.
 * Fenris: I know some mages that deserve that.
 * Anders: Really? Perhaps they should start making slaves Tranquil -- then they wouldn't dream of escaping! Wouldn't that be wonderful?
 * Fenris: Slaves do not attract demons that try to possess them.
 * Anders: Which clearly justifies it? What a perfect solution!


 * Anders: You ever going to stop harping on the mages here?
 * Fenris: No.
 * Anders: They aren't what you saw in Tevinter.
 * Fenris: The moment they are free, mages will make themselves magisters.
 * Anders: They're slaves! You should want to help them.
 * Fenris: I don't.


 * Fenris: Is there something you want, Anders?
 * Anders: You really don't have the temperament for a slave.
 * Fenris: Is that a compliment or an insult?
 * Anders: I'm just wondering how your master didn't kill you?
 * Fenris: How have the Templars not killed you?
 * Anders: I'm charming.


 * Anders: Did you ever think about killing yourself?
 * Fenris: I could ask you the same thing.
 * Anders: I'm serious. To get out of slavery, to escape Danarius...don't tell me you never thought about it.
 * Fenris: I did not. To kill oneself is a sin in the eyes of the Maker.
 * Anders: You...believe that?
 * Fenris: I try to. Some things must be worse than slavery.
 * Anders: Some things are worse than death.

(if Hawke romanced Fenris)
 * Anders: You must know that the Templars are wrong.
 * Fenris: Must I? I see Templars trying to control what they have good reason to fear.
 * Anders: But they go too far.
 * Fenris: Talk to Hawke about his/her mother. Ask him/her who went "too far".
 * Anders: You can't hold all mages responsible for that!
 * Fenris: It doesn't take all mages to cause this. Only the weak ones.


 * Anders: Do you still support the Knight-Commander?
 * Fenris: I don't care a fig for her. But she's the only one holding back the madness in this city.
 * Anders: Holding back? She's howling at the bloody moon!
 * Anders: Even her own people think she's lost it.
 * Anders: What will it take for you to see that she's crazy?
 * Fenris: Mages in glass houses shouldn't throw fireballs.

(if Hawke romanced Fenris and with Fenris in party)
 * Anders: I know it isn't my place to criticize, but...
 * Anders: Are you sure about Fenris?
 * Anders: He seems less a man to me than a wild dog.
 * Hawke: You just don't know him.
 * Anders: I know as much as I'm ever likely to.
 * Fenris: That's right, mage.
 * Anders: He has let one bad experience color his whole world. Surely you want someone more openminded?
 * Fenris: A mage and a hypocrite. What company you keep. (to Hawke)

Fenris and Aveline
(with Isabela in the party) (without Isabela in the party) (with Varric in the party)
 * 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.
 * Fenris: He is a good man.
 * Varric: It is if he's a betting man.
 * Fenris: I disavow any knowledge of gambling occurring in my house.


 * 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: I understand you're named after a famous knight?
 * Aveline: Everyone always brings up the name.
 * Fenris: I've not heard of Ser Aveline -- is she very famous?
 * Aveline: Really? They don't tell of her glorious downfall in Tevinter?
 * Fenris: Not to slaves.
 * Aveline: Pardon me for saying so, but thank the Maker for that.


 * Fenris: You do not like your name?
 * Aveline: My name is a wish my father made. And I did want to be a knight, but...
 * Fenris: I see. Still, it's a good name. A strong name.
 * Aveline: What were you named after?
 * Fenris: I don't know my real name. My master called me Fenris, his "little wolf".
 * Aveline: Could you not call yourself something different now?
 * Fenris: Couldn't you?
 * Aveline: A fine point.


 * Aveline: Are you safe, Fenris?
 * Fenris: No.
 * Aveline: You know, some guards give people the opportunity to lie if it will keep the peace.
 * Fenris: You can see what I am. Lie to yourself if you must.


 * Aveline: I'm going through Jeven's neglected reports. Some involve you and requests about you.
 * Fenris: By whom?
 * Aveline: I don't know. They look old, poorly kept. But you should be on your best behavior.
 * Fenris: Thank you for getting rid of them.
 * Aveline: I didn't.


 * Fenris: It feels good to be captain of the guard, yes?
 * Aveline: No, I will not change the patrols around your mansion again. There's already been too many questions.
 * Fenris: You wound my pride with such accusations.
 * Aveline: But you were going to ask.
 * Fenris: Eventually.
 * Aveline: (Laughs) I'll look at the roster and see what I can do.


 * Aveline: All right, I'm just going to say it. Fenris, you need to present yourself better.
 * Fenris: What are you talking about?
 * Aveline: You're squatting in Hightown. I sympathize with your claims, but your neighbors have influence.
 * Fenris: My claims?
 * Aveline: To the estate. "Rightfully stolen" isn't exactly something I can forward to the Viscount. Be more...discreet about yourself.
 * Fenris: I shall endeavor to exist with less offense.


 * Aveline: Fenris, did you consider my offer for you to train the guard in Tevinter fighting techniques?
 * Fenris: My abilities were inflicted, not taught. I will not pass that on.
 * Aveline: Some good should come of them.
 * Fenris: No.

Fenris and Flemeth
(when Hawke asks for his opinion)
 * Fenris: A witch! (with Fenris in party when Hawke gives the amulet to the Dalish)
 * Aveline: Calm yourself, we know this one. (if in party)
 * Fenris: You are no simple witch.
 * Fenris: I have seen powerful mages, spirits, and abominations. But you are none of those things. What are you?
 * Flemeth: Such a curious lad. The chains are broken, but are you truly free?
 * Fenris: You see much.

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.


 * Isabela: So what duties did you have? As a slave, I mean?
 * Fenris: Not this again.
 * Isabela: I heard that Tevinter slaves are kept oiled so they glisten. Did your master oil you up? Did you glisten for him?
 * Fenris: I was his bodyguard.
 * Isabela: Always close at hand. Always within reach. Glistening.
 * Fenris: You have an entire story written in your head already, don't you?
 * Isabela: Mmm.


 * Fenris: So I hear you think mages should be free.
 * Isabela: Everyone should be free. Not just mages.
 * Fenris: Not everyone's dangerous.
 * Isabela: It's not about who's dangerous. It's about having choices made for you. Don't you wish you had the choice not to have lyrium stuck under your skin?
 * Fenris: I do.
 * Isabela: (Sighs) This is silly. I don't want to argue.
 * Fenris: Do you want to guess what color my underclothes are again?
 * Isabela: Oh, yes, that's much more fun.

(if Fenris is not in a romance with Hawke)
 * Isabela: That night, I can't stop thinking about it.
 * Fenris: Well, then I'll see you later.
 * Isabela: That was direct.
 * Fenris: I thought I'd get straight to the point. Were you expecting flowers or something?
 * Isabela: Don't be absurd.
 * Fenris: Then I'll see you tonight.

(First line needs verified.)
 * Fenris: I still don't understand why Hawke saved you.
 * Isabela: You've been saying that for years. Would you have turned me over to the Qunari?
 * Fenris: No, but I know what they do to their prisoners.
 * Isabela: Execute them horribly, I imagine.
 * Fenris: The Qunari waste nothing. They would reeducate you into a loyal follower of the Qun.
 * Isabela: Pfft. Could I refuse?
 * Fenris: There's always qamek, which turns you into a mindless laborer. Like I said, they waste nothing.
 * Isabela: Oh.
 * Fenris: If you wish to thank Hawke, she's standing right there.


 * Isabela: This one time, I was sailing to Llomerryn and there was a fight between two of my men. It was over a dice game or the last piece of toast or something. Sailors--they’re touchy about their toast.
 * Fenris: Is this going anywhere?
 * Isabela: It will if you let me finish.
 * Isabela: So there’s a knife fight and Jim ends up with a broken off blade stuck in his shoulder. It’s buried deep in there and we’re out at sea at least a week away from the nearest port. If you were there you could’ve reached in and plucked that blade right from his flesh.
 * Fenris: That’s your whole point?
 * Isabela: Pretty much.

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.

Or, depending on where the player is in the storyline,
 * 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.
 * 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: Yet I have made no deal with a demon to learn of my past.
 * 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 don't wish...that maybe you hadn't found her again?
 * Fenris: Whatever I wish, it is already done.
 * 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.
 * Fenris: You pity him because he's you.
 * 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: 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 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.


 * 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 keeper is different, they exist to preserve the old ways, and to protect our people.
 * Fenris: And none of them would ever fall prey for a demon, or perform blood magic?
 * Merrill: It's impossible to talk to you!

(on Sundermount, during 'A New Path')
 * Fenris: You can feel how thin the veil is here. A perfect place to bury your dead. The ancient elves were brilliant.
 * Merrill: It wasn't always like this.
 * Fenris: Are you sure about that? Logic wasn't our strong point, from the sound of it.


 * 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: Oh you're not! She's just another mage to you, why would you be sorry she's dead?
 * Fenris: I'm not sorry she's dead, I'm sorry she died for you.
 * Merrill: What?
 * Fenris: Let's hope the sacrifice of someone who cared for you that much isn't wasted.


 * 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: 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: 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 firsthand!
 * Fenris: And I lived it.


 * Merrill: Pol...what was he thinking? He acted like I was a monster...
 * Fenris: You are a monster.

Fenris and Sebastian

 * Sebastian: It's our duty to tell the templars.
 * Fenris: Then why haven't you done it?
 * Sebastian: I guess I was hoping they'd come to it on their own.
 * Fenris: And then you wouldn't have to betray Hawke's friends, right?
 * Sebastian: That's not reason enough to allow a maleficar to walk free. Which of us should do it? Shall we draw lots?
 * Fenris: Uh-uh. You want to turn them in, you work it out with Hawke.


 * Sebastian: You know, when I return to Starkhaven, you're welcome to come with me.
 * Fenris: And do what, exactly?
 * Sebastian: You're a fine warrior. If you could train men to fight like you do, we'd be unstoppable.
 * Fenris: I'm no leader, and I doubt humans would want me training them.
 * Sebastian: Then why not train elves? I bet there's plenty who would admire all you've accomplished.
 * Fenris: I... haven't accomplished anything
 * Sebastian: No? You are your own man, living as you see fit - you give yourself too little credit.
 * Fenris: You are being kind.
 * Sebastian: Not at all. Think about it.


 * Sebastian: You know, Fenris, as a brother in the Chantry, I'm allowed to hear confessions.
 * Fenris: Why would you tell me this?
 * Sebastian: I know Danarius made you do things. I thought you might be more comfortable talking to a friend.  You should know, a murder committed under duress is a sin on the one who ordered it, not the one whose hands carried out the deed.
 * Fenris: Have I not spoken enough of my past? Does everyone in Kirkwall wish to hear every sordid detail?
 * Sebastian: Sometimes, it's painful to speak. But it's the only way the wound can be lanced.


 * Sebastian: Are you an Andrastian, Fenris?
 * Fenris: If I say no, will you attempt to convert me?
 * Sebastian: Many elves believe in the maker. I ask only because I wonder if your experiences soured your faith.
 * Fenris: My faith was never strong. It's difficult for a slave to have faith in someone who abandoned them.
 * Sebastian: The maker didn't enslave you, Fenris.
 * Fenris: He didn't help me much either.
 * Sebastian: And yet you stand here, free. Perhaps he helped you more than you think.


 * Fenris: The Maker didn’t free me
 * Sebastian: I see you’ve been thinking about what I said.
 * Fenris: I freed myself. If the Maker did anything, he watched. Why should I thank him for that?
 * Sebastian: Is it so hard to believe the maker cares for you? Maybe He gave you the chance to escape.
 * Fenris: It doesn’t feel like the Maker cares for me, or anyone.
 * Sebastian: We all make our own choices to do good as well as evil. That is our own path, not the Maker’s.
 * Fenris: Perhaps. It’s been a... long time since I gave it any thought.
 * Sebastian: It’s not too late to start.


 * Sebastian: Were you ever dedicated in the faith of the chantry?
 * Fenris: I have no memory of my childhood. Danarius had no desire to teach his slaves anything that made his slaves think they were worthy beings
 * Sebastian: I'm sorry. I can't imagine how difficult your life has been
 * Fenris: No, you can’t.
 * Sebastian: Whether you were taught it or not, the Maker has room at his side for every soul, even yours.

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.


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


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


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