Sigrun/Dialogue

Sigrun's dialogue contains a list of the conversations that Sigrun 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 she shares with The Warden.

Sigrun and the Warden
Dropping Bombs You know what? If you just recruit her, you get a. I'll bet, I aint gonna type no more if I keep getting +2 like this.
 * You're welcome.
 * I'm sorry so many had to die.
 * I noticed that too. It worries me.
 * What will you do now?
 * Perhaps you would consider coming with me?
 * I am looking for a GW member.
 * You'll still fight darkspawn, and die doing so.
 * If you survive the Joining, you deserve it.
 * You could be the first.
 * Never mind. Forget I said anything.
 * This is a good thing, is it?
 * True. Off you go then.
 * It is probably time we part ways.
 * You're strange.
 * Sounds good. Let them wipe each other out.
 * I've... met the Architect.
 * Something like that.
 * More pain, less tea.
 * I'd rather not talk about it.
 * What will you do now?
 * Perhaps you would consider coming with me?
 * I am looking for a GW member.
 * You'll still fight darkspawn, and die doing so.
 * If you survive the Joining, you deserve it.
 * You could be the first.
 * Never mind. Forget I said anything.
 * This is a good thing, is it?
 * True. Off you go then.
 * It is probably time we part ways.
 * You're strange.
 * I like being honored with gifts of gold.

Books on the Bookshelves in the Throne Room
 * They're all at your disposal.
 * Tell me about him.
 * That's why you're the last of the Legion.
 * I don't want a quitter on my side anyway.
 * Sounds like Varlan got what he wanted.
 * I'm sorry.
 * That's why you're the last of the Legion.
 * I don't want a quitter on my side anyway.
 * Sounds like Varlan got what he wanted.
 * Half the people I've ever met are dead, too.
 * That's why you're the last of the Legion.
 * I don't want a quitter on my side anyway.
 * Sounds like Varlan got what he wanted.
 * It's just kindling when winter comes.
 * Tell me.
 * That's why you're the last of the Legion.
 * I don't want a quitter on my side anyway.
 * Sounds like Varlan got what he wanted.
 * I'm sorry.
 * Half the people I've ever met are dead, too.
 * And everyone is about mabari hounds. Yawn.

Jacked Spyglass
 * Just keep it.
 * I won't tell anyone ;)
 * Well, you are allowed to have things if ur in my team.

 Amaranthine Accessories
 * Oh, you better not. I want to shop here again.
 * Adding "eavesdropper" to your list of fine qualities? ( @ Sigrun, @ Oghren)
 * Shut the sod up Oghren. @ Sigrun,  @ Oghren
 * Go away, Oghren. @ Sigrun,  @ Oghren
 * We can buy anything you want.
 * Adding "eavesdropper" to your list of fine qualities?
 * Shut the sod up Oghren. @ Sigrun,  @ Oghren
 * Go away, Oghren. @ Sigrun,  @ Oghren
 * Keep your hands to yourself. @ Sigrun,  @ Oghren
 * Adding "eavesdropper" to your list of fine qualities? @ Oghren
 * Shut the sod up Oghren. @ Oghren
 * Go away, Oghren. @ Oghren

 Meeting Mischa in Amaranthine  (35 Approval and above)
 * Hey, you bumped into her.
 * Sigrun?
 * Sigrun has paid for her crime.
 * Don't matter, I trust her.
 * (remain silent)
 * Hey, free gold trinket!
 * Sigrun has paid for her crime.
 * Don't matter, I trust her.
 * (remain silent)
 * Every business has ups and downs.
 * Sigrun has paid for her crime.
 * Don't matter, I trust her.
 * (remain silent)
 * Apologize for that slur, now.
 * Sigrun?
 * Sigrun has paid for her crime.
 * Don't matter, I trust her.
 * (remain silent)
 * Hey, free gold trinket!
 * Sigrun has paid for her crime.
 * Don't matter, I trust her.
 * (remain silent)
 * Every business has ups and downs.
 * Sigrun has paid for her crime.
 * Don't matter, I trust her.
 * (remain silent)
 * Sigrun, what's going on?
 * Sigrun?
 * Sigrun has paid for her crime.
 * Don't matter, I trust her.
 * (remain silent)
 * Hey, free gold trinket!
 * Sigrun has paid for her crime.
 * Don't matter, I trust her.
 * (remain silent)
 * Every business has ups and downs.
 * Sigrun has paid for her crime.
 * Don't matter, I trust her.
 * (remain silent)

 After bumping into Mischa in Amaranthine (35 Approval and above)
 * It was pretty funny.
 * You are not the person you used to be.
 * We'll go as soon as possible.
 * No. We've no time.
 * You don't need her. She's worthless.
 * Mischas better off on the surface anyway.
 * We'll go as soon as possible.
 * No. We've no time.
 * You don't need her. She's worthless.
 * So you're a scum. Who cares?
 * We'll go as soon as possible.
 * No. We've no time.
 * You don't need her. She's worthless.
 * She was too hard on you.
 * You are not the person you used to be.
 * We'll go as soon as possible.
 * No. We've no time.
 * You don't need her. She's worthless.
 * Mischas better off on the surface anyway.
 * We'll go as soon as possible.
 * No. We've no time.
 * You don't need her. She's worthless.
 * So you're a scum. Who cares?
 * We'll go as soon as possible.
 * No. We've no time.
 * You don't need her. She's worthless.
 * I'd rather not talk about that humiliating incident.

 Crown and Lion Inn encounter (35 Approval and above)
 * Vagnar? Was that Vagnar's ring? You can't give that away.
 * That means a lot to Sigrun, so you'd better appreciate it.
 * Keep the ring. I'll give Mischa some gold.
 * (Persuade) It's old. It's only worth fifteen.
 * Then take thirty.
 * Twenty sovereigns it is.
 * Fine -- Keep the blasted ring.

 Conversation in Vigil's Keep (Very High Approval approx 80)
 * After all that's happened, is the Legion so important?
 * I know you haven't abandoned the Legion.
 * Aren't our purposes the same?
 * That won't happen for a long time.
 * Everyone dies.
 * That's noble of you.
 * What? Don't be stupid.
 * You can't. it's not your time yet.
 * But don't you want to live?
 * Very well. It is your right.
 * You've lost friends. I don't want to lose mine.
 * As your commander, I forbid it.
 * We'll talk about it when the time comes.

Sigrun and Oghren

 * Oghren: So... you come here often?
 * Sigrun: No, I've never been this close to the surface.
 * Oghren: Well, you're welcome to come with me anytime. A-ny-time.
 * Sigrun: I'm sorry, what?
 * Oghren: The name's Oghren, by the way... but the ladies pronounce it "Ohhh-ghren."

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 * Oghren: You remind me of Branka, sometimes.
 * Sigrun: I remind you of your ex-wife, who fed her entire house to darkspawn in search for a magical anvil?
 * Oghren: Yes-- well, no... not when you put it that way.
 * Sigrun: Smooth, Oghren. Real smooth.

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 * Sigrun: For all your faults, Oghren, you are a remarkable fighter.
 * Oghren: Really? (Laughs) Let's go 'round the corner so I can show you something else remarkable.
 * Sigrun: It was just a friendly compliment!
 * Oghren: You're friendly. I'm brazen and lustful. We're even!
 * Sigrun: (Sigh)

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 * Oghren: So... what are you doing tonight?
 * Sigrun: Sleeping. Alone. With a knife under my pillow.
 * Oghren: (Snickers) Hot.
 * Sigrun: Honestly, Oghren. What's the point? I'm in the Legion of the Dead. Nothing between us will last.
 * Oghren: Exactly! All the fun, none of the commitment!
 * Sigrun: (Groans)

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 * Sigrun: Ugh. Oghren, I could light your breath on fire.
 * Oghren: That's not the only thing you could light on fire, saucy lady.
 * Sigrun: (Sigh) Do you ever stop drinking?
 * Oghren: Oh, don't you worry about that. It enhances the Oghren experience. I'm like a cherry soaked in brandy. Plump... juicy... and full of intoxicating flavor.
 * Sigrun: (Chokes)

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 * Oghren: Why are you so resistant, woman?
 * Sigrun: I'm not resistant.
 * Oghren: Really? Great! You, me, the bushes. Let's get those branches a-rustling.
 * Sigrun: Sure. Just one question, though...
 * Oghren: Speak your mind, you spicy kumquat.
 * Sigrun: I'm going to prefer women by the time this is over, right?
 * Oghren: Ooh, and she hits below the belt.

-- -- --
 * Oghren: What's it take to get that cold heart beating for Oghren?
 * Sigrun: Not this again.
 * Oghren: Come on, don't tell me you wouldn't like to feel hot blood pumping through those dead Legionnare veins.
 * Sigrun: Oghren. I don't want anything to do with you or the words "hot" and "pumpin
 * Oghren: I'll get through to you, lady. Oghren'll keep ramming up against that armor of yours.
 * Sigrun: Go away. Please. You're embarassing.
 * Oghren: Hey there, broody. I've got just the thing to cure that pout.
 * Sigrun: (Sigh) Fine, Oghren. You win. Take me. Take me now.
 * Oghren: Er...
 * Sigrun: Why the hesitation? I want a big helping of that secret recipe of Oghren's. Served hot.
 * Oghren: Uh...
 * Sigrun: What? I grew up in the slums of Dust Town. You think I haven't had my fair share of dusters?
 * Oghren: (Sputters)
 * Sigrun: I knew it. You're all talk, Oghren. Deep down, you're scared of women.

(after Oghren tells Velanna how dwarves are supposedly born, and after she confronts Sigrun about it)
 * Sigrun: Did you tell Velanna that dwarves are born as little rocks?
 * Oghren: No...maybe? Yes? Velanna takes herself too seriously. And come on. It was funny!
 * Sigrun: All right, it was funny. You should have seen her afterwards! She was huffing like a constipated bronto.
 * Oghren: Hot.

Sigrun and Nathaniel
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 * Nathaniel: I've watched you fight, Sigrun. The Legion of the Dead trains its people well.
 * Sigrun: Oh, they taught me a few tricks, but I was fighting long before then.
 * Nathaniel: Oh? You fought in Orzammar's army?
 * Sigrun: Fighting for scraps of food. For a place to sleep. For survival.
 * Nathaniel: Oh, I... I didn't mean...
 * Sigrun: It's all right. You're a noble.
 * Nathaniel: Sigrun, I understand how difficult surviving poverty can be. When I came back from the Free Marches, I had nothing. No money, no family--nothing.
 * Sigrun: I'm sorry. I didn't know that.
 * Nathaniel: You have my respect for surviving what you did.
 * Sigrun: I didn't survive. Legion of the Dead, remember?
 * Nathaniel: ...oh.
 * Sigrun: Cheer up; no one loves a grump.
 * Nathaniel: For a dead woman you're remarkably perky.
 * Sigrun: I could be less perky if you like. 'The darkness of the Deep Roads is seeped into my soul! The world is dead! My heart is black! Alas! Woe! Woe!'
 * Nathaniel: Let's stick to perky.
 * Nathaniel: How do you stand living under all that rock?
 * Sigrun: I don't understand. We just do.
 * Nathaniel: Orzammar is under a mountain. Just thinking about the crushing weight of a mountain overhead makes me shudder.
 * Sigrun: Surfacers live in buildings. If a building falls on you, it will make you just as dead.
 * Nathaniel: Thanks for the reminder.
 * Nathaniel: You don't think you're actually dead, do you?
 * Sigrun: Me? Not actually dead, no. Symbolically dead, perhaps.
 * Nathaniel: And what is the difference?
 * Sigrun: Several pints of blood.
 * Nathaniel: That part of Orzammar--Dust Town, it's called? Is it really as I've heard?
 * Sigrun: I've no idea. What have you heard?
 * Nathaniel: That's it's like a really terrible slum. Or an alienage.
 * Sigrun: Oh, no, no. I've seen an alienage. It was rather nice.
 * Nathaniel: I'm beginning to feel very fortunate.
 * Sigrun: Isn't perspective wonderful? You'd think people who are so tall would have more of it.
 * Sigrun: I found something under my bed at the keep. Something tells me it's yours.
 * Nathaniel: Miss Maggie! I remember her. She's not mine--she belonged to my sister, Delilah. Miss Maggie was her favourite doll.
 * Sigrun: Miss Maggie appears to be missing her arms.
 * Nathaniel: Delilah and I had a fight. Then I ripped off Maggie's arms and hid them in places where Delilah would find them later.
 * Sigrun: What a sweetheart you were.

Sigrun and Anders

 * Sigrun: You should let Sir Pounce-a-lot out more. Must be stuffy in that robe.
 * Anders: Out? You mean out to play with the darkspawn? Such a great idea!
 * Sigrun: All right. I see your point.

--


 * Anders: Is there some great ceremony when someone joins the Legion of the Dead?
 * Sigrun: It's called a funeral.
 * Anders: Right, but is it boring and somber like a regular funeral? I mean, you're not burying anyone...
 * Sigrun: This is true. Dwarven funerals involve a great deal of ale and singing. Then there is an orgy.
 * Anders: What? You're kidding!
 * Sigrun: Of course I'm kidding.

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 * Anders: So you never told me what that ceremony was like.
 * Sigrun: (Sigh) It begins with chanting and toasts. Then we bid our families farewell. Then, wailing and tears.
 * Anders: That does sound like a funeral. How depressing.
 * Sigrun: We're not the Legion of Jaunty Pub Songs.
 * Anders: But think how much easier recruitment would be if you were!

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 * Anders: So what does the Legion do when you're not, you know, dying?
 * Sigrun: I'm not sure. We do that a lot.
 * Anders: But you can't do it all hours of the day. There must be some times when you're not out getting killed.
 * Sigrun: In those hours we listen to smart-mouthed mages ask stupid questions.
 * Anders: I always thought dwarves would be nicer.
 * Sigrun: I always thought mages would be smarter.

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 * Anders: You seem fascinated with Ser Pounce-a-lot.
 * Ser Pounce-a-lot: (Meow!)
 * Sigrun: We don't have cats in Orzammar. Well, maybe some nobles have them, if they buy them from a surface merchant.
 * Anders: Everyone needs a pet.
 * Sigrun: Well, I had a nug once. For about an hour. Before my uncle slaughtered him and ate him.

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 * Sigrun: Can you set that bush on fire?
 * Anders: Probably, but why would I want to?
 * Sigrun: Could you freeze it?
 * Anders: Why do you want me to kill the bush?
 * Sigrun: Because it's there! It's an evil bush! Do it!
 * Anders: Magic isn't for your amusement! Why don't I just do a little dance? Anders' Spicy Shimmy?
 * Sigrun: Oh, eww. I'll pass.

Sigrun and Velanna
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 * Velanna: I swear I saw you pick up a handful of dirt and snif it back there!
 * Sigrun: I didn't.
 * Velanna: You did! I saw you.
 * Sigrun: (Sighs) Fine. But it smells good, like falling leaves and sunlight. Aren't elves supposed to be close to nature?
 * Velanna: Figuretively! We don't stuff our noses in it!

-- -- --
 * Sigrun: You're the first elf I've ever known. Do you feel honored?
 * Velanna: Why would I feel honored?
 * Sigrun: Your actions will influence my opinion of your race. Forever.
 * Velanna: Oh. Thank you. I needed more anxiety.
 * Sigrun: Glad to help!
 * Sigrun: You're really, really grumpy.
 * Velanna: You noticed.
 * Sigrun: I'm good at reading people.
 * Velanna: Ah, so it has nothing to do with the fact that I'm terribly obvious about it.
 * Sigrun: Your ears are so pointy, like an animal. Do they make it easier for you to hear?
 * Velanna: Are you...are you saying my ears are big?
 * Sigrun: Not excessively so...
 * Velanna: You think they're clownish, don't you?
 * Sigrun: Now that you mention it...
 * Velanna: I knew it! Don't talk to me.
 * Velanna: Why are you so loyal to your Legion of the Dead? And to Orzammar? Don't they hate you?
 * Sigrun: They do. I'm casteless, so I'm worthless to them.
 * Velanna: And yet you'll give your life away to prove...what?
 * Sigrun: That I...I'm more than they say I am?
 * Velanna: You don't owe them anything. you don't need to prove your worth to them.
 * Sigrun: Maybe I need to prove it to myself.

Sigrun and Justice

 * Sigrun: Sometimes, you twitch uncontrollably.
 * Justice: Do I? It must be an interaction between me and Kristoff's decaying body.
 * Sigrun: It's like you're dancing. Ooh, we should set you to music.
 * Justice: Has it occurred to you that I may be... self-conscious about this twitching?
 * Sigrun: Oh, sorry. Are you?
 * Justice: No.

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 * Sigrun: Here's your dagger back.
 * Justice: Did I drop this?
 * Sigrun: Oh, no. I nicked it from your belt. Old habits die hard, you know.
 * Justice: Stealing is wrong.
 * Sigrun: Only if you get caught. And need I remind you that I wasn't caught?

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 * Justice: I have tied my dagger to my belt. Should you try to steal it again, the rope will remind you that stealing is wrong.
 * Sigrun: But... er, you just told me I can no longer steal it. Why would I even try?
 * Justice: I...
 * Sigrun: Anyway, here's your ring back.

--


 * Justice: Am I correct in hearing that you are dead, dwarf?
 * Sigrun: In a manner of speaking, yes.
 * Justice: The body I inhabit is dead, as well.
 * Sigrun: I... don't think that's quite the same thing, my friend.

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 * Justice: How is it different?
 * Sigrun: Excuse me? How is what different?
 * Justice: How is your death different from mine?
 * Sigrun: My death was symbolic. I entered the Legion and thus my old life ended. But I imagine death will catch up with me soon enough, don't you worry.
 * Justice: I do not worry. I was simply curious.

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 * Justice: So you believe you will die soon.
 * Sigrun: Won't we all?
 * Justice: I will not die. Not as you die.
 * Sigrun: Spirits such as yourself can be slain in this world. Maybe you can, too.
 * Justice: That... is a disturbing thought.
 * Sigrun: Glad to be of service!