Sten/Dialogue

Sten's dialogue contains a list of the conversations that Sten shares with other companions.

Sten and Leliana

 * Leliana: I saw what you were doing back there.
 * Sten: Oh?
 * Leliana: Don't play innocent with me.
 * Sten: What are you talking about?
 * Leliana: Outside, you were picking flowers!
 * Sten: ...No, I wasn't.
 * Leliana: You were!
 * Sten: ...They were medicinal.
 * Leliana: You're a big softie!
 * Sten: We will never speak of this again.
 * Leliana: Softie!

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 * Sten: You were in the Chantry. You are a priest?
 * Leliana: No, no. I was a lay sister of the Chantry.
 * Sten: Which means?
 * Leliana: I lived and worked in the Chantry, but I did not take any vows.
 * Sten: So you... dabbled in priesthood, then?
 * Leliana: Oh no, the lay sisters don't have the same sorts of duties as priests at all.
 * Sten: So you were not a priest, did none of their duties, and took no vows, but you lived among them?
 * Leliana: Yes!
 * Sten: ...You were a houseguest of the Chantry?
 * Leliana: Um... sort of...

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 * Sten: You sing a great deal.
 * Leliana: Yes, I do. Music lifts my spirit. Would you like me to stop?
 * Sten: I didn't say that. Was that part of your Chant?
 * Leliana: (Laughs) No! It was a ballad about a highwayman and the tavern girl who loved him. Could you not tell?
 * Sten: All your language sounds the same to me. I thought you were singing of vegetables, actually.

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 * Sten: Stop that.
 * Leliana: (Giggles) Stop what?
 * Sten: That. looking at me and giggling.
 * Leliana: I can't help it! You are so big and stoic! Who would have thought you'd be a big softie?
 * Sten: Stop saying that. I am a soldier of the Beresaad. I am not a "softie."
 * Leliana: (Giggles) Softie.
 * Sten: ...I hate humans.

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 * Sten: (Sigh) Leliana, what do you want from me?
 * Leliana: Nothing! I'm just curious. There's a lot we don't know about you, Sten. ...Except that you're a big softie.
 * Sten: Please stop saying that.
 * Leliana: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make fun of you. There's nothing wrong with having a heart, Sten. It's just not what I expected.
 * Sten: Why?
 * Leliana: You're so qunari! All the stories speak as if you were a hurricane or an earthquake rather than people.
 * Sten: Qunari are most dangerous because we are thinking men and not unthinking force.
 * Leliana: I don't understand. What do you mean?
 * Sten: For your sake, I hope you never find out.

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 * Leliana: I've heard stories about the qunari, you know.
 * Sten: Oh?
 * Leliana: They conquered nearly all of the north. Tevinter, Rivain, Antiva... Much of the land was laid waste. In the northern kingdoms, they say the qunari are implacable. Relentless. More like a landslide than an invasion. It took three Exalted Marches to drive them back to the sea.
 * Sten: We'll do better next time.

Sten and Alistair
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 * Alistair: Don't you ever talk? You know, make polite conversation just to put people at ease?
 * Sten: You mean that I should remark upon the weather before I cut off a man's head?
 * Alistair: ... Nevermind.
 * Alistair: Were you really in that cage for twenty days?
 * Sten: It might have been closer to thirty. I stopped counting after a while.
 * Alistair: What did you do? I mean... twenty days is a long time to sit in one place and do nothing.
 * Sten: On good days, I posed riddles to the passersby, offering them treasures in exchange for correct answers.
 * Alistair: Really?
 * Sten: No.
 * Alistair: Awww. Too bad. That's got serious potential.


 * Alistair: You know, you never did tell me how you passed the time in that cage for so long.
 * Sten: No, I didn't.
 * Alistair: So... what did you do in there?
 * Sten: A training exercise. I would observe an object and then try to think of all the words in your language which began with the same letter as its name.
 * Alistair: That... wait. Just wait. You're joking again, aren't you?
 * Sten: No.
 * Alistair: You are not telling me that you played, "I Spy," against yourself for twenty days.
 * Sten: There are a lot of things in Lothering that begin with, "G."

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 * Alistair: Hmmm... I spy with my little eye, something that begins with... "G."
 * Sten: Is it a Grey Warden? Is it, in fact, you?
 * Ailstair: Oooh. You're really good at this.
 * Sten: (Sigh)


 * Sten: Draw your weapon.
 * Alistair: Are you talking to me?
 * Sten: Your weapon. Draw it.
 * Alistair: Why? Are we under attack?
 * Sten: I want to see what you can do.
 * Alistair: You want to fight me? Just like that?
 * Sten: You are a Grey Warden. How are you going to face an archdemon if you cannot face me?
 * Alistair: It is a mystery, I'll admit.
 * Sten: I should let your weakness damn us all? Draw your sword. I'll try not to injure you permanently.
 * Alistair: I don't have to prove anything to you. Forget it.
 * Sten: So you do have a spine. Pity you don't use it.

Sten and Zevran
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 * Zevran: I understand that there are elves in the qunari lands, Sten.
 * Sten: There are elves everywhere.
 * Zevran: Hm. Yes. Well, I've heard that the qunari actually put the elves in charge? Over the humans? Is that true?
 * Sten: Some of them.
 * Zevran: Only some? Which ones are they?
 * Sten: The ones who belong in charge. That is the way of the Qun.
 * Zevran: How does this Qun determine who belongs in charge?
 * Sten: The tamassrans evaluate everyone and and place them where their talents merit.
 * Zevran: But elves, in general, merit higher places than humans in qunari society?
 * Sten: Some of them.
 * Zevran: Back where we began. It's like talking to a water wheel.
 * Sten: Why do you call yourselves "Crows"? Crows are scavengers, not killers.
 * Zevran: I heard that at one time they considered calling us the Kestrels. But you know. It didn't sing. It didn't dance.
 * Zevran: You seem to have quite the disdainful attitude towards elves, my qunari friend.
 * Sten: Don't take it personally, elf. I have a disdainful attitude towards everyone.

Sten and Wynne

 * Wynne: Aren't you chilly, Sten?
 * Sten: "Chilly"? I don't know this word.
 * Wynne: It's much warmer where you're from, isn't it? Don't you feel cold?
 * Sten: I suppose.
 * Wynne: I don't imagine we can find a cloak in your size, can we? Hmmm...
 * Sten: What?
 * Wynne: Nothing. Nothing, don't mind me. Now, I wonder where I could get a skein of good wool yarn...

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 * Sten: Why do you keep looking at me like that, mage?
 * Wynne: I beg your pardon. I didn't mean to stare. I've never seen a qunari before.
 * Sten: You can blink once in a while. I'll still be here.

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 * Sten: Why are you here?
 * Wynne: I beg your pardon?
 * Sten: Women are artisans, or merchants. Or farmers, though you don't seem particularly... earthy. They have no place in war.
 * Wynne: I can't even begin to tell you what's wrong with that idea.
 * Sten: It is not done. There is no more to it.
 * Wynne: I do not understand. Do the qunari have no female mages? No female warriors?
 * Sten: Of course not. Why would our women wish to be men?
 * Wynne: Do you believe I wish to be a man?
 * Sten: You cannot wish to be a man. It will lead you only to frustration.
 * Wynne: Hmm. I believe this discussion does the same. Let us speak no more of it, Sten.
 * Sten: As you wish.

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 * Wynne: You can stop flinching, Sten. I'm not going to harm you.
 * Sten: I do not fear harm to myself.
 * Wynne: What is that supposed to mean?
 * Sten: An unbound mage is like a wildfire. As prone to consume itself as it is to devour all that surrounds it.
 * Wynne: I do wish you wouldn't refer to mages as, "it".

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 * Wynne: Are all qunari as quiet as you are?
 * Sten: Are all mages as chatty as you?
 * Wynne: ... That's fair.

Sten and Morrigan
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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.

Sten and Shale

 * Sten: I do not understand what a golem is. why would anyone create such a being?
 * Shale: Why would one create a sword? To strike at its enemies.
 * Sten: But you are no sword, golem. You speak like a living creature, but act like a possession. I do not know what to make of you.
 * Shale: (Snorts) I am no possession, not now that the control rod is broken.
 * Sten: No? It is still in your heart. Do you even realize this? "Age by age have men stood up and said to the world, 'From what has come before me, I was forged, but I am new and greater than my forebears.' And so each man walks the world in ruin, abandoned and untried. Less than the whole of his being."
 * Shale: It is a riddle?
 * Sten: (Sigh) It seems so.

Sten and Oghren

 * Oghren: C'mon. Who ate the cabbage?
 * Sten: Why ask me?
 * Oghren: I guess you thought we could all share in the bounty?
 * Sten: (Sigh)
 * Oghren: Stand up to it, you giant ass! You've birthed a cloud to be proud of!
 * Sten: Humph.
 * Oghren: I hope you've thought of a name. Whew.

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 * Sten: Dwarf.
 * Oghren: What?
 * Sten: Stop tripping me.
 * Oghren: Stop tripping yourself!
 * Sten: If you were significant enough to notice, I wouldn't step on you.
 * Oghren: Oh, well... your mother!
 * Sten: ... That was disappointing. I expected better from you.
 * Oghren: Sorry, I was in a rush.