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  • Emerald Graves - on finding a clue for Parson's Battered Notebook) Where do you suppose those riddles lead? A pot of chocolate? Battle fairies?
  • Dorian: Does that noise ever stop?
  • Iron Bull: Well, it's sand blowing on sand in a place full of wind and sand.
  • Dorian: Thank you. That makes so much more sense now.
  • Dorian: Cole, the wooden duck I found on my bed... was that you?
  • Cole: No. I'm not a wooden duck. ( ich musste soooo lachen)
  • Dorian: I mean did you put it there?
  • Cole: Yes? I couldn't find one with little wheels, though. I'm sorry.
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  • Dorian: I hope it doesn't bother you to travel alongside a "Vint," Iron Bull.
  • Iron Bull: That what you are? You people all kinda look the same to me.
  • Dorian: I'm also a mage. Would you prefer me bound and leashed?
  • Iron Bull: I'd buy you dinner first.
  • Dorian: Hopefully before you sewed my mouth shut.
  • Iron Bull: Depends how much you keep yapping.
  • Dorian: Nothing at all, Bull? No problem having a "Vint" behind you?
  • Iron Bull: Hope you like the view.
  • Dorian: You can't deny you enjoy butchering my people.
  • Iron Bull: Hey, butchering implies I'm gonna eat 'em. Most Vints are just gristle and fat in a red wine marinade.
  • Dorian: Well, that much is true.
  • Iron Bull: That staff's in pretty good shape, Dorian.
  • Iron Bull: Do you spend a lot of time polishing it?
  • Dorian: (Groans.)
  • Dorian: Watch where you're pointing that thing!
  • Iron Bull: Dirty.
  • Dorian: Vishante kaffas! I meant your weapon!

Ach ein hoch auf Zweideutigkeiten

  • Dorian: You seemed remarkably comfortable at the Winter Palace, Bull.
  • Iron Bull: I do my best.
  • Dorian: You didn't knock over a single priceless statue, or fart even once near the dessert table.
  • Iron Bull: That you know of.
  • Dorian: I'm surprised you never spent time in the Tevinter courts. They would adore you.
  • Iron Bull: I did. After a while, the saddle just got too heavy.

( wenn man keine Romance mit denen hat und schon früh sich auf ein Partner festlegt, zb Cullen oder Sera dann fangen die beiden was mitnander an)

  • Dorian: Why is it always so cold? How do you southerners stand it?
  • Iron Bull: What's the matter? Not enough slaves around to rub your footsies?
  • Dorian: My footsies are freezing, thank you.
  • Iron Bull: Quite the stink-eye you've got going, Dorian.
  • Dorian: You stand there, flexing your muscles, huffing like some beast of burden with no thought save conquest.
  • Iron Bull: That's right. These big muscled hands could tear those robes off while you struggled, helpless in my grip.
  • Iron Bull: I'd pin you down, and as you gripped my horns; I. Would. Conquer. You.
  • Dorian: Uh. What?
  • Iron Bull: Oh. Is that not where we're going?
  • Dorian: No. It was very much not.
  • Iron Bull: I'm just saying, Dorian. You have this picture of the Qunari in your mind.
  • Iron Bull: Like you see us as this forbidden, terrible thing, and you're inclined to do the forbidden...
  • Dorian: I have no idea what you're talking about.
  • Iron Bull: All I'm saying is, you ever want to explore that, my door's always open.
  • Dorian: You are impossible. This is... (Growls.)
  • Iron Bull: Good. I like that energy. Stoke those fires, big guy.
  • Iron Bull: So, Dorian, about last night...
  • Dorian: (Sighs.) Discretion isn't your thing, is it?
  • Iron Bull: Three times! Also, do you want your silky underthings back, or did you leave those like a token?
  • Iron Bull: Or... wait, did you "forget" them so you'd have an excuse to come back? You sly dog!
  • Dorian: If you choose to leave your door unlocked like a savage, I may or may not come.
  • Iron Bull: Speak for yourself.
  • Sera: Pfft! (Laughs.)
  • Dorian: Something particularly funny?
  • Sera: You. And Bull. (Laughs.)
  • Dorian: I'm glad it amuses you, but what I get from my affairs is... my affair.
  • Sera: I know what you get.
  • Sera: It's like falling through a tree into custard.
  • Sera: "Too high! Wham! Too fast! Wham! Leaves! Wham! Splat!"
  • Dorian: I'm not sure which is worse, the mockery or the accuracy.
  • Iron Bull: (if in party) Eh, depends how much rest the trees had.

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  • Dorian: Where do you get all your arrows, Sera? You have hundreds
  • Sera: From your arse, that's where.
  • Dorian: My arse should open up a shop. It's apparently quite prolific.
  • Sera: You don't laugh like a Tevinter.
  • Dorian: How is a Tevinter supposed to laugh, exactly?
  • Sera: Cruel and stupid, like... (cackles)
  • Dorian: Oh no. You're not allowed to laugh like that until you get your magister license.
  • Sera: Knew it! Varric owes me a sovereign.
  • Sera: You and the Inquisitor, hey? What is that like? Jousting?
  • Dorian: Fewer horses, marginally. More cheering, definitely.
  • Sera: (Laughs) Nice.

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  • Dorian: Solas, that little flare you sometimes do with your staff... You're redirecting ambient energy to your personal aura?
  • Solas: Yes. The effect clears magical energy and creates a minor randomized barrier to impair incoming magic.
  • Dorian: Fascinating. It's a Tevinter technique. I've never seen anyone in this part of the world do it.
  • Solas: The technique is not Tevinter. It is elven.
  • Dorian: Oh! That means we... never mind, then.
  • Solas: But do go on about the wonders of Tevinter magic.
  • Dorian: Solas, what's this whole look of yours about?
  • Solas: I'm sorry?
  • Dorian: No, that outfit is sorry. What are you supposed to be? Some kind of woodsman?
  • Dorian: Is this a Dalish thing? Don't you dislike the Dalish? Or is it some kind of statement?
  • Solas: No.
  • Dorian: Well, it says "apostate hobo" to me.
  • Vivienne: "Unwashed apostate hobo", more specifically.
  • Solas: Your magical skill is impressive, Dorian.
  • Dorian: You're not the first to say so.
  • Solas: Would you not conserve magical energy with a less... flashy... style, however?
  • Dorian: Yes, and I'd live longer if I only ate rice and boiled vegetables, but that's just as unlikely.
  • Dorian: What's a deshyr from the Merchant's Guild doing in the middle of a battle against ancient evils?
  • Varric: I could ask the same thing of a pampered, noble Tevinter.
  • Dorian: You can't call me "pampered." Nobody's peeled a grape for me in weeks.
  • Varric: Talk to Josephine. She can arrange something.
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