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Dorian Pavus' dialogue contains a list of conversations he has with his companions.

Dorian's Remarks[]

  • (About to fight a dragon) Oh, look—a dragon. What a perfect way to ruin our day.
  • (Approaching camp) A place to set up camp, perhaps?
  • (Spot Venatori enemies) It will be wonderful to rid the world of these cretins.
  • (Spot Venatori enemies) The Venatori. So wonderful to see old friends.
  • (Spot Venatori enemies) Ah. My fellow countrymen. Shall we say hello?
  • (When the map compass pulses) Perhaps we should search about a bit?
  • (On finding more than 30 Solasan Shards) Seriously, just how many keys does one ancient temple need?

Combat Comments[]

Kills an enemy:

  • Take that, you filth!
  • There are more of us than you know!
  • Haha, I could do this all day!
  • Another blighter falls!

Low health:

  • I'm getting slaughtered over here!
  • I'm too pretty to die!
  • Help for the mage, please!
  • We need to retreat!

Fallen companions:

  • (Sera) Sera!
  • (The Inquisitor) Help the Inquisitor!
  • (The Inquisitor) The Inquisitor is down!
  • (The Inquisitor) No!
  • (Iron Bull) The Bull is down!
  • (Cassandra) Cassandra is hurt!
  • (Cole) Cole! Not good! Not good!

Location Comments[]

Arbor Wilds

  • Dorian: I hope you're right about this temple, Morrigan. I could use a building or two.
  • Morrigan: Do the woods discomfort you, Pavus?
  • Dorian: It's mostly the people trying to cut our heads off that manage that.

Cradle of Sulevin

  • (Approaching an altar)
    • Inquisitor: There's an altar.
    • Dorian: "And everything was perfectly serene until they disturbed the ancient altar."


  • Let's be watchful. I understand this country's full of dogs.
  • (Approaching the lake)
    • Inquisitor: There must be a way to get to the rift in the lake.
    • Dorian: You mean, aside from wearing all your armor and wading in.
  • (Shudders) Now I see why they wear so much fur.
  • There's a lake like this one near my family's estates. Fewer demons.
  • 'Quaint area. Fereldans live a bit like barbarians, don’t they?
  • (Cave under Caer Bronach) Just once, we should enter a cave and see normal-sized spiders.
  • (Clear bandits out of Caer Bronach) We could throw the Inquisition's banner over the battlements. The villagers may not even object.
  • (Enter flooded cave during Still Waters) Is it me, or did the temperature plunge as we stepped inside?
  • Is everywhere in Ferelden so... moist?

Emerald Graves

  • What a lovely forest. Kind of makes you want to retch, yes?
  • We're going to get lost and starve to death, aren't we. A glorious end for the Inquisition.
  • (Approaching Statues) If I recall, owls represent the elven goddess Andruil... or wait, was it Dirthamen?
  • (Approaching Waterfall) Reminds me of the public baths in Minrathous... but cooler.
  • (Southfinger Watch) You southerners will just build things anywhere, won't you?
  • (On finding a clue for Parson's Battered Notebook) Where do you suppose those riddles lead? A pot of chocolate? Battle fairies?
  • Wild animals everywhere. Don't these people hunt?
  • (Spreading ashes during Last Wishes) This should stop the ash wraiths from returning. Hopefully.
  • I’m not made for the wilderness. I’m more taverns and big cities.
  • (Chateau d'Onterre, after a torch lights itself) More light. How cheery.

Emprise du Lion

  • Mountains. Cold. "Let's bring Dorian!"
  • This place gives me a headache.
  • More red lyrium. Well... try not to touch it or anything.
  • More red lyrium. It's spread far from the Free Marches.
  • Treacherous ground here. I'm picturing myself bumping all the way down a mountain.
  • At least the walk back will be easier than the walk up.
  • Not the most idyllic mountainside, is it?
  • (Approaching the stranded boat) That's... depressing. I'm not sure why.
  • (Near red lyrium)
    • Dorian: Interesting. It took being this cold to realise red lyrium gives off heat.
    • Varric: I'd rather be cold than touch that stuff.
  • (Judicael's Crossing)
    • Dorian: That's a lot of bridge to destroy.
    • Inquisitor: We might be able to rebuild this.

Exalted Plains

  • I wonder how different this land looked back when the elves had it.
  • Before the elves were given this land, I understand it was mostly forest. You can hardly tell.
  • Reminds me of when mother would take me boating, in the summer. Well, she had the servants take me on the boat while she sat inside with a cool drink.
  • 'It figures that most of the fighting happened here and not in Orlais proper.
  • How many battles have been fought on these plains over the ages?
  • "Exalted Plains." Named to honor the "great" victory of Orlais over the elves.
  • (Dalish Camp) Oh, look. We found the Dalish.
  • (Find Valorin during Someone to Lose) Looks like Minrathous after Satinalia. Just so you know, blood magic and brandy is a devastating mix.
  • (In the Crow Fens, near the Gamordan Stormrider) Ah, sulphur. It was always a good day at the Vyrantium Circle when the sulphur came out.
  • (Ghilan'nain's Grove) Pretty, in a haunting, "this archway might collapse on me at any moment" way.
  • (Var Bellanaris) Well, this is cheery.

Fallow Mire

  • Fields of mud. Ugh.
  • The Veil's thin here, demons seeping into every corpse and tree they can.
  • Let me guess: the locals claim this place is haunted.
  • What do they call this? A "bog"? Lovely word.
  • (Approaching a house)
    • Inquisitor: Look. Signs of a plague.
    • Dorian: A cheerful addition to any decent swamp.
    • Dorian: At least in the city, you can find a decent healer. Out here you have, what? Roots and berries?
  • (Talking to Sky Watcher)
    • Dorian: You use the patterns of flocking birds as an augury, then?
    • Sky Watcher: We don't "use" them. They're sent. You see it, or you don't.

Forbidden Oasis

  • I read somewhere you can sink into sand. Just… whoop! Down you go.
  • Do they have sand worms here? Giant sand worms? No?
  • (Exploring the Forbidden Oasis)
    • Dorian: In Ancient Tevinter, they called this place Vina Hadalus. It means "the downy hairs upon your ass."
    • Inquisitor: Really? Who named it that?
    • Dorian: Someone who liked staring at asses. You know how magisters are.
  • Inquisitor: You'd think it would be "the itchy sand down your trousers."
  • Dorian: I suppose the ancients weren't all that clever.
  • Inquisitor: It does not mean that.
  • Dorian: True, but look around. It couldn't mean something much better.
  • (Intrinsic Pool) I suppose this place does have a few sights to recommend it.
  • (Entering Solasan)
    • Inquisitor: The feeling at the door––it’s gone now.
    • Dorian: An enchantment designed to keep people out. A warning, or possibly a test.
  • (After opening a sarcophagus)
    • Dorian: It went straight to you... or to the mark, perhaps? Doesn't seem to have harmed you.
    • Inquisitor: If it wasn’t a trap, what was it?
    • Dorian: If the enchantment at the entry was a test, this may be the reward.
  • (Forgotten Caverns) I don't wish to alarm everyone, but we've all gone blind.


  • The Fereldan heartland. It's a brave new world, Dorian Pavus.
  • The mage rebellion has turned this place upside down, hasn't it?
  • Does the cold not bother any of you? Truly?
  • I camped in these hills for two weeks when I got here. Me, camping!
  • Odd that the Fereldans would invite the rebel mages into their country. They had to know it would lead the fighting here.
  • (Behind Master Dennet's farm) You know, I camped in these hills when I first arrived. That's right. Me. Camping.
  • (Winterwatch Tower) Who in their right mind would worship a giant demon-spitting hole in the sky? Ah, wait, I just answered myself.
  • (Docks in Lady Shayna's Valley) I'm going to guess they weren't out here just to watch the pretty birds.
  • (During Apostates in Witchwood) Do you feel that? My magic-sensing nose is tingling.
  • (Entering a cave) A cave. Hooray.

Hissing Wastes

  • I'm drying out from the inside.
  • It's freezing! Why is a desert freezing?
  • Dwarven ruins on the surface. That must be a year's worth of argument for the scholars.
  • Lively for a wasteland, I'll give it that.
  • (Exploring the Hissing Wastes)
    • 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.
  • (Find a Venatori diary) One of the Venatori gambled that he could bargain with a demon. Made sloppy work of it, too.
  • (After repairing the key to the Tomb of Fairel) A rather roundabout way of hiding one's key under the cornerstone.

Lost Temple of Dirthamen

  • (Approaching the altar) And here's where the magic happens. Literally.
  • (Placing a piece of the Highest One) Careful. Bringing those organs here, putting them back together... who knows what will happen?
  • (Looting chest in the Chamber of the Oracle) That might be useful.

Storm Coast

  • Bloody Waking Sea. Never been more sick than when I crossed that.
  • (Groans.) Can we get away from the water? I'm feeling seasick already.
  • (Breathes.) Finally, some humidity.
  • The "Storm Coast"? You southerners think of cheery names for these places, don't you?
  • Footing's rather slick around here.

Western Approach

  • (Destroyed caravan) What are the odds that all these people just happened to die here?
  • (Shimmer Stone Mine) We can rule out Venatori for this. Not enough blood splattered everywhere.
  • (Griffon Wing Keep) Slap a coat of paint on it, you'd have a halfway decent hovel.

Jaws of Hakkon DLC[]

Frostback Basin

  • (Passing by the Lady's Rest island) I think I see that island Kenric mentioned.
  • (Talking to Arvid Rolfsen)
    • Arvid: That island belongs to the Lady of the Skies. The spirits warn us to leave it be.
    • Dorian: Of course they do.
    • (Alternatively, if The Basin Beckons has been skipped) Arvid: After I told the tale of the Lady's Rest, you would go there yourself? It is unwise
    • Dorian: Oh, undoubtedly.
  • (Exploring the Lady's Rest)
    • (If Sera is in party) Sera: I hate this island. Stinks of dog, and blight, and just... sad! How does it smell sad?
    • Dorian: Your mind is being influenced by the spirits here. They're drawing sorrow from you like you'd draw water from a well.
  • (Entering Stone-Bear Hold for the first time during the climbing contest) Well! That was entertaining.
  • (Freeing Storvacker) I understand bears normally eat fish and berries.
  • (Activating the first trail-marker)
    • Inquisitor: Hopefully this removes the wall of ice around the Tevinter fortress.
    • Dorian: As long as the trail markers are still functional, we should be fine.
  • (Nigel's Point) The ancient Imperium did like to leave a mark. I wonder how long they stayed?
  • (Nigel's Point) This must be where Colette wished to study.
  • (Razikale's Reach) Makes you wonder about the sad, mid-level bureaucrat who thought building an outpost here would be a career boost.
  • (Old Temple, outer wall) Tevinter architecture at its finest. This just screams "I hated my parents and had no friends as a child," doesn't it?
  • (Attempting to enter the Old Temple before the battle) Dorian: I don't see us breaching these walls. Could we try something else? Perhaps Kenric will have a suggestion! (Or) Perhaps our new friends at Stone-Bear Hold will have some ideas!
  • (Storvacker joins the battle against the Jaws of Hakkon) And we have a bear. Hooray!
  • (Old Temple, vestibule) Even colder than usual. This is magical. We need to keep moving.
  • (Gurd Harofsen begins the ritual to free Hakkon's spirit) Sounds like they've already started the ritual. Best hurry, then.
  • (Fighting the possessed Gurd) We have to take out the others! We can't hurt Hakkon until they're out!
  • (Talking to Ameridan) I'm afraid Drakon was a little busy with the darkspawn pouring down from the Anderfels.
  • (When the Inquisitor acquires the legend-mark) Your legend is "First-Thaw"? Really? They think you defrosted their god for them? How valiant.
  • (After killing one of the Fade-touched beasts) Strange creature—not like others we've seen. Apart from wanting to eat us. Fascinating. I suspect it came into contact with the Fade.
  • (After killing the three Fade-touched beasts needed for the offering for the funeral of Finn's father)
    • Inquisitor: This should be enough for the offering.
    • Sera: So give it to the hold and make Finn's life shit, or give it to Finn. We help him. Not asking. Do it.
    • Dorian: Bending the rules further than what's already allowed? Not to sound unkind, but we don't want to upset the hold.
  • (Placing the herbs meant to repel wild creatures from the Inquisition's camps) Not to disparage the enlightened baron, but I didn't think these would actually work.
  • (The Nox Morta side quest)
    • (Placing the bait)
      • Blackwall: How long before this Nox Morta takes interest?
      • Dorian: Oh, it's plotting the best way to strip the flesh from our bones right now. Just waiting for the invitation.
      • Blackwall: Very funny.
    • (The Nox Morta appears)
      • Dorian: You can't be serious.
      • Inquisitor: A bogfisher?
      • Dorian: Not the ordinary kind.
  • (Stone-Bear Hold, "In Fear of Hryngnar" landmark by Trainer Arrken)
    • Dorian: Every time I think I've seen the ugliest possible Avvar statue, a new one turns up that surpasses my expectations.
    • Sera: Creepy. Needs a hat. And breeches.
    • Blackwall: Maybe a mustache?
    • Sera: (Laughs.) Oh, that's good! We can draw one with soot!
    • Vivienne: Hmm. Cover it in gold leaf and it wouldn't be terrible.
  • (Talking to Arrken)
    • Arrken: Our augur's no fool. We keep the bad spirits at bay—or spot them in those who draw them.
    • Dorian: Famous last words of the overconfident.
  • (Talking to the augur for the first time)
    • Augur: So she/he arrives. Don't throng! Behold, worthy ones. The woman/man who blazes like fire, and mends the air.
    • Dorian: They're not... harmful. I don't think…
  • (Swamp Kuldsdotten)
    • Dorian: I'm shocked I've never seen this plant before. It's so melodramatic, half the magisterium should be growing it.
    • (If Vivienne is in party) Vivienne: Barbwood. A parasitic tree that grows through the body of its host. Useful in alchemy. Makes terrible furniture.
    • Inquisitor: What's so terrible about it?
    • Vivienne: Barbwood doesn't die, it goes dormant. Spill one drop of water on it and it sprouts... and infests your other furniture. I knew a comte in Montsimmard who had it take over his dining room. The Circle cleared the infestation free of charge.
    • Inquisitor: What sort of uses does it have?
    • Vivienne: The sap makes potent restorative potions. Extracts from the leaves are useful for transmutations. Harvesting either one is too dangerous to attempt often. More's the pity. If the Inquisition could get herbalists out here to harvest it, you could make a fortune. Or several.
  • (Swamp Kuldsdotten, enchanted skull) Someone's used these bones in a spell. Were the Jaws of Hakkon casting a ward?
  • (The river camp is under attack) Inquisition soldiers... with a few more Hakkonites than strictly necessary.
  • (The Loss of a Friend side quest)
    • (By the dead Hakkonite) He has an Inquisition dagger in his back. Property of our missing soldier, perhaps?
    • (Find Grandin in the Ancient Culvert)
      • Inquisitor: The Inquisition soldier. Grandin?
      • Dorian: Something doesn't feel right.
    • (If Grandin is allowed to go free) No chance of this ending poorly. Spirits can always be taken at face value.
  • (Up an Away side quest)
    • (If the Inquisitor allows Runa to include them in her prayers) Is this wise? Sometimes a spirit's attention can linger.
    • (If the Inquisitor refuses to be included the prayers) Never mistake "friendly" spirits for tame.
    • (After Runa makes the offering and the spirits depart) Well. I didn't expect it to just... pop up.
  • (Tree bridge)
    • Dorian: Everyone remember not to look down.
    • Inquisitor: I may have already looked.
    • Dorian: Just try not to think about it. Or fall. I'd have to jump down after you. It would be very touching and so melodramatic it would become tiresome.
    • Dorian: (if in a romance with Cullen) Just try not to think about it. Or fall. Falling would be worse. I am not going to be the one to explain to Cullen that I let you fall to your death from a tree.
    • Dorian: (if in a romance with Josephine) Just try not to think about it. Or fall. Falling would be worse. I have no desire to tell Josephine that I let you fall to your doom from a tree in the middle of nowhere.
    • Dorian: (if in another romance/unromanced) Just try not to think about it. Or fall. Falling would be worse. Nobody wants to be the one to tell the world the Inquisitor fell off a log into an abyss.
    • Inquisitor: Are you saying that because you already did?
    • Dorian: Let's not start a whole game of, "Who looked down and suddenly felt the weight of their own mortality," shall we? Some of us have to concentrate on walking. If you do happen to look down, I also don't recommend thinking about how far it is to the ground.

Trespasser DLC[]

Elven Mountain Ruins

  • Dorian: Here we go again. What a change of pace from the Winter Palace.
  • Dorian: A clear sky, a beautiful view and… Yes! Fields of stripweed as far as the eye can see!

(If Dorian and Iron Bull are in a relationship)

  • Iron Bull: You bring your handkerchief?
  • Dorian: I’m not allergic.
  • Iron Bull: You always say that, and a half-hour later, you’re taking mine.
  • Dorian: Amatus, you cannot fuss like an old— (Sneezes.)
  • Iron Bull: Aha!
  • Dorian: Let’s move on, shall we?


  • Iron Bull: Stripweed?
  • Cassandra: Strip-what?
  • Blackwall: How do you know that?
  • Sera: Right, here we go. What’s the story with weeds?
  • Dorian: Terrible stuff. Looks like grass, stings like a knife, and causes sores if you so much as brush against it.
  • Dorian: So of course everyone in Minrathous insists “it makes a very decent tea.”

Deep Roads
(If Dorian is romanced by the Inquisitor)

  • Dorian: Cold stone, dark tunnels, and surrounded by extremely hostile Qunari.
  • Dorian: Not the place I'd have chosen for a romantic homecoming.
  • Inquisitor: I'm just happy you're back. It was hard being on my own again for so long.
  • Dorian: Well, yes. Being deprived of me for so long would test anyone.


  • Inquisitor: Wandering into peril is practically how we met.
  • Dorian: Oh, yes. Practically a second honeymoon.


  • Inquisitor: We'll spend time someplace nice when we get through this. I promise.
  • Dorian: A promise, is it? Don't think I'll forget.
  • Dorian: Halamshiral's guest suites are legendary. I've always wanted to try a wyvern-down bed. Can Josephine arrange something?

(If Dorian is not romanced)

  • Dorian: All this lyrium. If the Qunari wanted they could make a fortune.
  • Vivienne: I hear their mages are terrified of it.
  • Dorian: Really? Little wonder when they keep them on leashes.
  • Vivienne: Can you imagine? Taught to be petrified of the smallest draught of lyrium?
  • Dorian: And then told incessantly how much more civilized they are than the "decadent South"!
  • Iron Bull: You know, I'm right here.
  • Vivienne: Eyes and ears forward.
  • Iron Bull: (Sighs.) Yes, ma'am.
  • Vivienne: Well, we must admit some parts of the South are more civilized than others.
  • Varric: Sure, if they wanted to fight Orzammar tooth and nail for it.
  • Dorian: How would they wage war? Qunari sappers crawling through tunnels? Dwarves sinking dreadnoughts at night?
  • Varric: We'd probably just bribe the Imperium to launch a war for us.
  • Dorian: Of course. Silly of me to ask, really.
  • Cole: The stone sings. The song scares them. It's the wrong song, the wrong blood. They don't know how we stand it.
  • Dorian: If we can convince them to stop murdering us for just a few years, I'm open to a cultural exchange.

Shattered Library

  • Dorian: Look at this place. Now that we have so many samples… how hard would it be to build Eluvians of our own?
  • Varric: I knew this one apostate in Kirkwall you would’ve gotten along like a house on fire.
  • Cole: Mirrors to places, that mirror what you’ve seen in those places.
  • Dorian: Is that approval? Hard to tell with you.
  • (If Cole is more spirit.) Cole: You want to bring some good, a piece of the past that aches to think it’s lost.
  • (If Cole is more human.) Cole: Sorry, I don’t know either.
  • Sera: Dorian, how about you not be so Tevinter about this ancient bullshit?
  • Iron Bull: No.
  • Dorian: But think of the—
  • Iron Bull: Nope!
  • Dorian: After these past few years, it would be good to create something magical that is also helpful for a change.
  • Cassandra: Is that wise?
  • Dorian: If I get around to it, I’ll send you an eluvian, Cassandra. Striking women can never be flattered by too many reflections.
  • Cassandra: (Laughs.) If you get around to it, shall I be forced to accept?
  • Vivienne: Or make a fruitless chase for Tevinter’s lost glory?
  • Blackwall: Trust you to think of something like this when you’re trying to help.
  • Dorian: Come, now. We could visit each other on a whim! Think how much fun life would be if I were a step away.
  • Blackwall: I don’t think I’ve the strength.
  • Vivienne: My dear Lord Pavus, the mind practically reels.
  • Dorian: If they’re going to stuff me into politics, I’ve got to have somefun on the side.

Companion Comments about Dorian[]

  • Blackwall: Dorian? He's arrogant. He preens himself. But you already know that. He doesn't even hide it.
  • Blackwall: The less I think about Dorian, the better.
  • Cassandra: (if in the party when the Inquisitor meets Dorian in Redcliffe): Another Tevinter. Be cautious with this one.
  • Cassandra: Treat Dorian with caution. It's possible he could be what he seems: a Tevinter mage wishing to do better than his countrymen. What if he is not? At best, his presence makes the Inquisition appear to have questionable allies.
  • Iron Bull: (if in the party when the Inquisitor meets Dorian in Redcliffe) Watch yourself. The pretty ones are always the worst.
  • Iron Bull: (if in a romance with Dorian) Dorian's a sweet guy. He's gentle, and he cares under all that bluster. I'm hoping we're good for each other. Plus I've never done it with a mage before. One time he got so excited he set the curtains on fire!
  • Sera: (Laughs.) He's fun. Could lose a bit more Tevinter.
  • Sera: (if the Inquisitor is in a romance with Dorian) You're having it off with him, you don't need me talking. But I do anyway.
  • Vivienne: (if in the party when the Inquisitor meets Dorian in Redcliffe) Let one Tevinter in, suddenly they're scurrying out of all the walls like roaches.
  • Vivienne: Our dear Lord Dorian is very sure of himself, isn't he? Let's hope he doesn't get his confidence crushed.
  • Vivienne: (if Inquisitor is in a romance with Dorian) You of course mean to speak of your Tevinter paramour. I doubt I can be impartial about him. I have been a Circle mage far too long... But he does have a great sense of fashion. I'll give him that.

Dorian and Blackwall[]

  • Dorian: A Grey Warden Recruiter. That sounds interesting.
  • Blackwall: It's not easy finding people willing to shoulder such a terrible responsibility.
  • Dorian: Here I thought you poked around prisons, hunting for murderers desperate to escape the noose.
  • Blackwall: That's what you think of the Wardens?
  • Dorian: It's not such a terrible thing. Some of my best friends are murderers.
  • Blackwall: They are men and women, atoning for what they've done by giving of themselves. They fight for people like you. People in silks and velvets. Who talk... and judge.
  • Dorian: Who's judging now?
  • Blackwall: I know your kind.
  • Dorian: What do you know of "my kind", Blackwall?
  • Blackwall: I know that what comes out of your mouth is the same drivel that comes out of theirs.
  • Dorian: It might sound that way to someone who's been clubbed on the head too often.
  • Blackwall: Careful I don't club you on the head.
  • Dorian: That's what I'd expect from your kind.
  • Dorian: (Sighs.) I can't imagine why more people don't join the Wardens!
  • Blackwall: You need never worry about being worthy, trust me.
  • Blackwall: You have something to say, mage?
  • Dorian: If I had something to say, I'd say it.
  • Blackwall: That's it? I'd expect more from a man who can't stop talking about how clever he is.
  • Dorian: And I'd expect no less from a brutish thug.
  • Blackwall: Better that than a pompous brat.
  • Inquisitor: If we're going to fight at each other's side, we need to get along.
  • Dorian: Tell that to mister barely concealed envy issues!
  • Blackwall: (Sighs.) I apologize, Inquisitor.


  • Female Inquisitor: (Laughs.) You two are such men.
  • Blackwall: Well, I'm a man.
  • Dorian: Best pound your chest so nobody doubts.


  • Male Inquisitor: (Laughs.) Such camaraderie.
  • Blackwall: (Sighs.) I apologize, Inquisitor.


  • Inquisitor: Enough, both of you.
  • Blackwall: (Sighs.) I apologize, Inquisitor.
  • Blackwall: How do you get your hair to do that, Dorian? With magic?
  • Dorian: With proper hygiene and grooming. Maybe all three of you should get acquainted.
  • Blackwall: Dorian, do you think we could ever be friends?
  • Dorian: Stranger things have happened. It would take work. And soap. Lots and lots of soap.
  • Dorian: I've often wondered what the average man thinks about mage freedom.
  • Blackwall: If you really cared, you could ask.
  • Blackwall: Oh, but wait. That would involve talking to a dirty commoner like me.
  • Dorian: True. So much for that.
  • Dorian: You caught the eye of a young woman in that last village, Blackwall.
  • Blackwall: I'm sure you're mistaken.
  • Dorian: You're right. She was undoubtedly looking at me.
  • Dorian: Any thoughts on this "Herald of Andraste" business, Blackwall?
  • Blackwall: Why?
  • Dorian: I just need to know you're capable of higher thought. For my own comfort.
  • Blackwall: Then you'd be better served giving me a word puzzle.
  • Dorian: You'd do a word puzzle if I gave it to you?
  • Blackwall: Not a chance.
  • Blackwall: Corypheus. One of yours, isn't he?
  • Dorian: One of mine? Like a pet? Like a giant darkspawn hamster with aspirations of godhood?
  • Dorian: 'Dorian, why can't you look after your little friends? Corypheus peed on the carpet again!'
  • Dorian: In this analogy, the carpet is Haven.
  • Blackwall: Is he or is he not a Tevinter Magister?
  • Dorian: Meaning 'the source of everything bad and evil in the world'? They are the same, yes?
  • Blackwall: Certainly feels that way at times.
  • Blackwall: Dorian, I would prefer if you stopped referring to me as “that hairy lummox.”
  • Dorian: When did I do that?
  • Blackwall: The tavern, the smithy, the servants... You said it to the gate guards as we left Skyhold!
  • Dorian: Hmm. That does sound like me.
  • Blackwall: It's odd how you've won over so many at Skyhold, Dorian.
  • Dorian: You're surprised they haven't all dismissed me as "the charming, but ultimately wicked magister"?
  • Blackwall: Never. You're more the "spoiled prince," and I question your reasons for being here.
  • Dorian: A prince? I've moved up in the world. My reasons for being here are the same as yours, thank you.
  • Blackwall: I find that difficult to believe.
  • Dorian: Perhaps when you get past the simple heuristics that define your world, we'll get along.
  • Blackwall: It’s interesting watching you, Dorian. The way you carry yourself when you use magic.
  • Dorian: I am very good at the whole magic thing.
  • Blackwall: No, it’s not that. You find joy in it, not shame. And it shows.
  • Dorian: Why be ashamed? Power should be respected, not swept under the carpet.
  • Blackwall: Something we “southerners” need to learn, perhaps?
  • Dorian: Maybe you’re not a complete moron.
  • Blackwall: We were having a moment, and now you’ve ruined it.

If the Inquisitor is in a romance with Blackwall:

  • Blackwall: I understand you were asking about me and the Inquisitor at Skyhold, Dorian.
  • Dorian: Only verifying certain rumors, Big Man. You understand.
  • Blackwall: I'm not certain I do. Why the interest?
  • Dorian: Academic? Future generations will want to know.
  • Blackwall: Leave. It. Be.

If the Inquisitor is in a romance with Dorian:

  • Dorian: I overheard you at the tavern, Blackwall, asking about the Inquisitor and I.
  • Blackwall: I was unsure I'd heard correctly.
  • Dorian: You have a question? Are your whiskers quivering with curiosity?
  • Blackwall: I would not pry into the Inquisitor's business.
  • Dorian: Are you certain? I can draw diagrams.
  • Blackwall: No. Thank you.
  • Blackwall: Dorian, I can't believe you drank that swill at the tavern.
  • Dorian: I can't believe they served that swill at the tavern. What is Skyhold coming to?
  • Blackwall: Then why did you drink it?
  • Dorian: I couldn't stop. With each sip, it was, "it can't be that bad, can it?" Before I knew it, I was analyzing the nuances of its flavor, observing its effect on my nausea. I was in a catatonic trance, fueled by the stench of disgusting dwarven ale.
  • Blackwall: Or you're a drunkard with terrible taste.
  • Dorian: There is that.

If In Hushed Whispers is completed:

  • Blackwall: Word of what happened in Redcliffe had better not spread.
  • Dorian: Oh? Why not?
  • Blackwall: You think mages will be better off if people know they can change the future?
  • Dorian: Ignoring that that's not the case, I suspect people will use any excuse to hate us.
  • Blackwall: Then you should not give them more.
  • Dorian: Did everyone act like this when the sword was invented? "Oh, my blushing butt cheeks! Round up everyone who can use these pointy things and lock them away!"
  • Blackwall: It is not the same thing and you know it.
  • Blackwall: I've seen ruins like this all over Thedas. There's thousands out there.
  • Blackwall: Some must have been bigger than proper cities like Denerim or Val Royeaux.
  • Dorian: You must be joking.
  • Blackwall: Beg pardon?
  • Dorian: Visit Tevinter one day. Minrathous will put your southern cities in perspective.


  • Dorian: I've been thinking.
  • Blackwall: Oh, this should be good.
  • Dorian: I was about to say you're too hard yourself, Blackwall.
  • Blackwall: Too hard on myself? Is this setting up a punchline?
  • Dorian: You're not the thug I thought you were. You're not the thug anyone thought you were.
  • Blackwall: Here it comes.
  • Dorian: Point is: you should let yourself off the hook. I know bad men, and you're not one.
  • Blackwall: I'm not sure how to respond.
  • Dorian: Of course not. Let's not go crazy with defying expectations.



  • Dorian: So, I hit a nerve with the whole "murderer Grey Warden" business.
  • Blackwall: Are you speaking to me?
  • Dorian: Yes, you. "Blackwall," or whatever your name is.
  • Blackwall: "Blackwall" will do.
  • Dorian: I'm saying I understand wanting to atone for one's actions.
  • Blackwall: Is that so?
  • Dorian: Enough to know when I've stepped in it. So I apologize.


  • Blackwall: You... did not have to apologize to me, Dorian.
  • Dorian: People who say that to me are usually wrong.
  • Blackwall: I am indeed a murderer. And I escaped my past to become a warden, like many others before me.
  • Dorian: Obviously the original Blackwall saw something in you. I respect that.
  • Blackwall: And you... you abandoned your life of privilege for the sake of principle alone.
  • Dorian: I didn't like that life.
  • Blackwall: It was wrong of me to lump you in with peers you hardly resemble.
  • Dorian: Truce?
  • Blackwall: Gladly.

Dorian and Cassandra[]

  • Dorian: I must admit, Cassandra, I've never heard of these "Seekers of Truth."
  • Cassandra: Why would you? They do not exist in Tevinter.
  • Dorian: But what are they? Some manner of super-Templar? Is this one of those Southern secrets, like proper hygiene?
  • Cassandra: Once, we worked from the shadows, monitoring Templars and mages alike.
  • Dorian: Ah. That clearly worked out well.
  • Cassandra: Your glibness does you no credit. The Mage Rebellion was beyond even our power to control.
  • Dorian: Incidentally, Cassandra, I'm well aware you lied to me.
  • Cassandra: I lied to you.
  • Dorian: When you said the Mage Rebellion was beyond the power of the Seekers to control? I've since heard your Order could have prevented it, but instead led the Templars into war once it started.
  • Cassandra: It... is why I left the Order, yes.
  • Dorian: Knee-jerk defense of your former comrades? I quite understand.
  • Cassandra: Your earlier judgment of the Seekers was unfair, Dorian.
  • Dorian: Oh? Were they not responsible for keeping peace with the mages?
  • Cassandra: And what would you say if one judged Tevinter solely on the actions of some of its magisters and slavers? Yes, let us dismiss your homeland as not having a single redeeming quality.
  • Cassandra: The Seekers failed, without question—but the situation was complex and you well know it.
  • Dorian: Cassandra, I owe you an apology.
  • Cassandra: Apologize to me? For what?
  • Dorian: For judging your seekers. Considering my feelings about Tevinter, I shouldn't throw stones.
  • Cassandra: That is... remarkably decent of you Dorian.
  • Dorian: It was fun to goad you. You get this little knot between your eyebrows... See, there it is! Delightful.
  • Cassandra: Continue on this path and we'll see if it remains such.
  • Dorian: Still don't like me, Cassandra? After all this time?
  • Cassandra: Why does it matter? We are different in every possible way.
  • Dorian: Not every way. There is my family.
  • Cassandra: Your family of slave-owning Imperial magisters.
  • Dorian: Ghastly, isn't it? Toss it all on the fire and be done with it, that's what I say.
  • Cassandra: (Chuckles.) Very well. There is that.
  • Dorian: I knew you'd come around.
  • Cassandra: What does Corypheus hope to accomplish? Dorian, you must know.
  • Dorian: Let me guess: because he's Tevinter?
  • Cassandra: Well, you have better insight into the Tevinter mind than anyone else here.
  • Dorian: Darling Cassandra, Corypheus is from a Tevinter that's been dead and gone a thousand years. Whatever nostalgic vision he's selling, it has little to do with my Tevinter. Or his followers', frankly.
  • Cassandra: Do you truly think the Venatori have no idea what Corypheus will do?
  • Dorian: Some of my current countrymen look at the current state of our nation and despair. They hear how powerful and glorious we once were and think, "That would be better. It has to be." What they overlook is that Corypheus wasn't here for our downfall. He has no idea that it was unavoidable.
  • Cassandra: Could he be convinced of the truth?
  • Dorian: You're asking me? I'll wager he believes he is the truth.
  • Dorian: Is it true that the Rite of Tranquility can be reversed, Cassandra?
  • Cassandra: It is, although I'll not ask how you heard that.
  • Dorian: Maker's breath. If I count the Tranquil in Tevinter alone...
  • Cassandra: I'm surprised they use the Rite in your homeland at all.
  • Dorian: It's a sentence handed down by the Magisterium. "Abuse of magic" has so many convenient interpretations.
  • Cassandra: The reversal process is not simple and must be investigated... but yes, it will have implications here and abroad.
  • Dorian: Cassandra, my mother has a friend who's a Pentaghast. Perhaps you know of him.
  • Cassandra: The Pentaghasts are a large clan, Dorian. I cannot know them all, nor would I want to.
  • Dorian: Enormously fat man. Three chins, four mansions, five ways to sell you out, as Mother liked to say.
  • Cassandra: Oh. I do know him: Cousin Loren, with the wandering hands.

Post-Dorian's personal quest:

  • Cassandra: I take it your father returned to Tevinter, Dorian.
  • Dorian: (Sighs) Let's hope so.
  • Cassandra: My father died when I was very young. I barely remember him now.
  • Dorian: I won't say you're lucky, because that's not true, but there are days...
  • Cassandra: I understand. You have my sympathy.

If the Inquisitor is in a romance with Cassandra:

  • Dorian: Why, Cassandra, I've never seen you smile so much!
  • Cassandra: I am not smiling.
  • Dorian: Now you're not, but only because I pointed it out.
  • Cassandra: I am not a giddy schoolgirl, Dorian.
  • Dorian: That would be easier to believe if you hadn't just blushed.

If the Inquisitor is in a romance with Dorian:

  • Cassandra: You're smiling a great deal these days, Dorian.
  • Dorian: I always smile. People like my smile, and they should! I have excellent teeth.
  • Cassandra: Do you always do it while staring dreamily into the distance?
  • Dorian: It depends how long until dinner.
  • Cassandra: You're not as handsome as you think, Dorian.
  • Dorian: I must be, or you wouldn't have been thinking about it all this time.
  • Cassandra: Anyone who claims it as often as you must be dreadfully concerned they're not.
  • Dorian: Look at this profile. Isn't it incredible? I picture it in marble.

(After Here Lies the Abyss)

  • Cassandra: If the Archdemon survived a fall into the Abyssal Rift, I wonder if it can be slain.
  • Dorian: Proof it isn't an Archdemon at all, I'd say.
  • Cassandra: What do you mean?
  • Dorian: If Grey Wardens are good for anything, it's killing an Archdemon. This one rose again.
  • Dorian: I'd say Corypheus created it. A tribute to his Old Gods, or an emulation of them.
  • Cassandra: Meaning what? It cannot be slain unless he is?


  • Cassandra: We've seen that Corypheus is immortal. Does that mean they both are?
  • Dorian: That, or we need a much deeper chasm.
  • Dorian: My family once took me to Nevarra, Cassandra.
  • Cassandra: You undoubtedly saw more of it than I ever did.
  • Dorian: I was young, and all I wanted to do was visit a necropolis. I was desperate.
  • Cassandra: They're dark. And full of undead. And the smell of stale incense still makes me want to vomit.
  • Dorian: Ah. There goes that childhood fantasy.
  • Dorian: So tell me this: are Nevarran cities of the dead actually filled with undead?
  • Cassandra: Of course. The Mortalitasi lure spirits to possess every corpse buried there.
  • Dorian: And then what? Let them... wander around willy-nilly?
  • Cassandra: Only in the abandoned areas. The rest are sealed up in their tombs, I suppose.
  • Dorian: Forever? I almost feel bad for them.
  • Cassandra: After a time, the moaning grates on the nerves. Trust me.
  • Dorian: A little bird tells me you might be up for the Sunburst throne Cassandra.
  • Cassandra: I suppose you prefer to see a man in the position.
  • Dorian: You certainly would be a first step towards that.
  • Cassandra: That would be less amusing should it actually come to pass.
  • Dorian: You'd be mad to consider it. Can you imagine the target it would place on you?
  • Cassandra: I don't want to think about that right now.
  • Dorian: Do you think they'll actually make you Divine?
  • Cassandra: It seems anything is possible these days.
  • Dorian: It's so odd. Like waiting for the Chantry fairy to appear."Congratulations! You're the ruler!"
  • Cassandra: We do not engage in pitch battle for the position as you do in Tevinter.
  • Dorian: The successor must prove he could slaughter his enemies, he doesn't actually do it. We're not savages.
  • Cassandra: Indeed. The slaughter occurs after he becomes Divine.
  • Dorian: (Chuckles) That's considered housekeeping.
  • Cassandra: Why are you looking at me like that Dorian?
  • Dorian: I'm imagining what you would look like... in a dress.
  • Cassandra: (Disgusted noise) Keep wondering. If my uncle couldn't put me in one, neither shall you.
  • Dorian: How do you want to be remembered, Cassandra? Valiant yet sexy rebel against the status quo?
  • Cassandra: I don't have any control over how I'll be remembered.
  • Dorian: Sword raised high, blue scarf dramatically fluttering in the wind, sun rising behind you?
  • Cassandra: Blue scarf? Why would I be wearing such a thing?
  • Dorian: It's a painting, of course. Work with me. It'll be fantastic.
  • Dorian: If you were still a Seeker, would you drag me to one of your Circles?
  • Cassandra: I'm not still a Seeker.
  • Dorian: But you'd do it even though I'm incredibly charming?
  • Cassandra: Yes. I would absolutely drag you there. Without question.
  • Cassandra: We hear odd stories of Templars in the Imperium, Dorian.
  • Dorian: All true.
  • Cassandra: I haven't even told you what I've heard.
  • Dorian: Doesn't matter. All true. Particularly the part with the grapes and feathers.
  • Cassandra: Oh. I was leading towards that one actually.
  • Dorian: Tell me, Cassandra: did your family throw suitors at you?
  • Cassandra: My uncle did, waves of them – until I broke one's arm. Then there were fewer.
  • Dorian: I must admit I never tried that.
  • Cassandra: It was an accident. Well... mostly an accident.

Dorian and Cole[]

  • Dorian: You're not possessing a human body, Cole? You... actually look like that?
  • Cole: Yes.
  • Dorian: But a spirit's true form is always monstrous, or at least unnatural.
  • Cole: The world doesn't make sense to them. It's too real. That's why they look wrong.
  • Dorian: And... this is how you want to look?
  • Cole: I want to help. Looking doesn't matter.
  • Dorian: Can you change your form, Cole? If you wanted to look like something else?
  • Cole: But I don't want to look like something else.
  • Dorian: Hmm. There are magisters who'd be ecstatic if they could summon a demon who could pass for human.
  • Cole: They would use it to hurt people.
  • Dorian: You're right about that. They would.
  • Dorian: Do you need to eat, Cole? Or sleep?
  • Cole: I thought I had to. But I don't. The old songs can pull me.
  • Dorian: That's something. I don't know what, but it's something.
  • Dorian: What about when you're injured? Why do you bleed? Is it because you think you have to?
  • Cole: Is that why you bleed?
  • Dorian: I... Well, yes. You have me there.
  • Cole: You ask a lot of questions, Dorian.
  • Dorian: I'm curious about you. I had no idea something like you was possible.
  • Cole: I'm curious about you, too.
  • Dorian: You can ask me questions, if you like. I'm not sure why you'd want to, but...
  • Cole: Good! Thank you!
  • Dorian: I'm... going to regret this, aren't I?
  • Cole: Dorian, you said I could ask you questions.
  • Dorian: It's true. I did say that.
  • Cole: Why are you so angry at your father? He wants to help and you know he does, but...
  • Dorian: I'm not certain I can explain it to you.
  • Cole: You love him, but you're angry. They mix together, boiling in the belly until it kneads into a knot.
  • Dorian: Sometimes... sometimes love isn't enough, Cole.
  • Cole: "Love isn't enough." Enough what? You didn't explain, Dorian.
  • Dorian: (Sighs.) I was rather hoping I had.
  • Cole: His face in the stands, watching as I pass the test. So proud there's tears in his eyes.
  • Cole: Anything to make him happy, anything.
  • Cole: Why isn't that true anymore?
  • Dorian: Cole, this... is not the sort of discussion for walking around. Please drop it.
  • Cole: I'm hurting you, Dorian. Words winding, wanting, wounding. You said I could ask.
  • Dorian: I know I did. The things you ask are just... very personal.
  • Cole: But it hurts. I want to help, but it's all tangled with the love, I can't tug it loose without tearing it.
  • Cole: You hold him so tightly. You let it keep hurting, because you think hurting is who you are. Why would you do that?
  • Dorian: Can someone tell him to stop? Banish him back to the Fade or something?
  • Inquisitor: Cole wants to help you. Maybe you should let him.
  • Dorian: (sigh) Marvelous! Everyone's so helpful!


  • Inquisitor: You're an adult, Dorian. You want him to stop, tell him.
  • Cole: I'm sorry. I keep making it worse.
  • Dorian: No, I'm sorry. Of course you don't understand. Just... leave me with it for now.
  • Dorian: I've been trying to imagine how to explain it to you, Cole.
  • Dorian: The thing is, sometimes the ones you love are also the ones who disappoint you the most.
  • Dorian: You think that if they love you, they should understand. They shouldn't want to hurt you.
  • Dorian: So you feel betrayed. You say things you can't ever take back.
  • Cole: Get out. You are no son of mine.
  • Dorian: Yes, like that.
  • Cole: He wishes he hadn't meant it.
  • Dorian: Did you enjoy the Winter Palace, Cole?
  • Cole: There were so many wonderful hats.
  • Dorian: Did you try dancing, or did you skulk around invisibly?
  • Cole: Dancing is hard. You have to listen with your feet as well as your heart.
  • Dorian: And not poke around in the heads of the other dancers.
  • Cole: That's a lot to do all at once.

If the Inquisitor is in a romance with Dorian:

  • Cole: You're happier now, Dorian.
  • Dorian: Is that what that light, tingly feeling is? I suppose you're right.
  • Cole: Wishing but wondering, wounded and wistful. What if he doesn't want me after?
  • Dorian: But he did.
  • Cole: Now you're smiling! It's good.
  • Cole: Why did you leave your home, Dorian?
  • Dorian: You know why. I had to stop the Venatori.
  • Cole: It was more...it was the man with your eyes...angry, walking on cobblestones, 'I'm on my own now'
  • Dorian: Digging around in my head again, are you?
  • Cole: You said I could ask questions!
  • Dorian: (sigh) Rather like inviting someone into your house and they walk off with the silverware!
  • Dorian: Cole, you should be careful dancing around with those daggers when I'm throwing fire.
  • Cole: It won't hurt me. It's friendly fire.
  • Dorian: That doesn't always mean what you think it means.
  • Cole: Your clothes look like the Fade, Dorian.
  • Dorian: The stuff of dreams? An explosion of color and sensation wrapped in an enigma?
  • Cole: It's shiny.
  • Cole: Can you feel the bits of Fade around you when you cast spells, Dorian?
  • Cole: They pool around the Veil, pulled by power, then push through to see this side.
  • Dorian: So when I cast a fireball, it's just the Fade saying "peek-a-boo"?
  • Cole: I don't think it says that.
  • Dorian: If it says anything other than "I'm going to burn your face off," I don't want to hear it.
  • Dorian: Cole, are those real clothes, or...?
  • Cole: They're real. What else would they be?
  • Dorian: I thought maybe you conjured them. Like your physical form.
  • Cole: Do you conjure yours? Is that why they look like that?
  • Dorian: Never mind. Forget I said anything.
  • Dorian: That little trick, Cole, when you dip into someone's mind and take a drink?
  • Dorian: Do you choose what you're looking for, or is it random?
  • Cole: It has to be hurt, or a way to help the hurt. That's what calls me.
  • Cole: Rilienus, skin tan like fine whiskey, cheekbones shaded, lips curl when he smiles.
  • Cole: He would have said yes.
  • Dorian: I'll... thank you not to do that again, please.
  • Cole: Dorian, am I handsome?
  • Dorian: Are you what?
  • Cole: You say you're handsome all the time. Am I? I can't tell.
  • Dorian: You're all right. Might want to rethink the hats.
  • Cole: But I like my hats.
  • Cole: Dorian, what's a slave?
  • Dorian: Festus bei umo canavarum.
  • Cole: But you said I could ask questions.
  • Dorian: That's true. Just...go ask the Inquisitor this one.
  • Cole: Dorian, I really wish you would tell me.
  • Dorian: I drew you a diagram. Isn't that enough?
  • Cole: No.
  • Dorian: Good. Because the thought of you trying that frightens me more than a little.
  • Dorian: Cole, the wooden duck I found on my bed... was that you?
  • Cole: No. I'm not a wooden duck.
  • Dorian: I mean did you put it there?
  • Cole: Yes? I couldn't find one with little wheels, though. I'm sorry.
  • Dorian: Cole, do you hear magic?
  • Cole: Yes. Don't you?
  • Dorian: Spells sometimes make a sound, but... I don't think we hear the same thing.
  • Cole: Don't your spells whisper things to you? What is and could be, music in the mind of strange, far away places?
  • Dorian: Not lately.
  • Cole: Then we don't hear the same thing.
  • Dorian: Cole, you saw Corypheus when he attacked Haven. What was your... read on him?
  • Cole: Fear inside. Blackness like a pool of hate. So much has changed, I need to stop it. Bend it to my will.
  • Dorian: Did he actually walk into the Black City? Is that true?
  • Cole: Betrayal. Blurred at the edges, like a faded painting. Too long ago, so much confusion.
  • Dorian: I'll... take that as a "maybe."
  • Cole: There were people trying to kill me. That makes it harder.

If Cole's personal quest is active:

  • Dorian: Any progress on protecting yourself from binding, Cole?
  • Cole: Not yet.
  • Dorian: Hop to it! You're quick with those daggers. I'd rather not have them pointed at me.

Dorian and Iron Bull[]

If the Inquisitor sided with the templars:

  • Iron Bull: Guess the Vints will be pissed with you running to warn everyone at Haven, huh?
  • Dorian: Not that my warning did much good.
  • Iron Bull: Didn't see any rebel mages coming to do it.
  • Dorian: There is that. The ones who didn't join the Venatori either ran off or were killed.
  • Iron Bull: Ah, see? Good on you. Way to join the underdogs.
  • Dorian: I'm thrilled, really.
  • Dorian: We have a Ben-Hassrath with us? A spy. An actual Qunari spy.
  • Dorian: That doesn't strike anyone as a bad thing?
  • Iron Bull: Says the Vint. When we're fighting Vints.
  • Dorian: That's... not a terrible point. Okay.
  • Dorian: You've killed lots of my countrymen, I take it?
  • Iron Bull: Sure, usually when I'm being paid for it.
  • Dorian: What? Never just for fun?
  • Iron Bull: I'm here, aren't I? Man's gotta take his fun where he can find it.
  • 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: Must grind your gristle the "Elder One" is some crazy Vint asshole, huh?
  • Dorian: I'm not thrilled to discover we should take those old legends at face value.
  • Iron Bull: Guess he thinks the modern Imperium is a real letdown, too.
  • Dorian: Why wouldn't he? Tevinter once covered all Thedas, its glory only matched by its depravity.
  • Dorian: It'd be like Koslun showing up and learning the Qunari didn't conquer the world after all.
  • Iron Bull: Hmm, yes. Priesthood's been trying to explain that one for centuries.
  • Iron Bull: Nice work with the magic back there, Dorian. You're pretty good at blowing guys up.
  • Dorian: It's significantly more impressive than hitting them with a sharp piece of metal.
  • Iron Bull: Hey, whoa, let's not get crazy.
  • Iron Bull: Dorian, you've been to Minrathous, right?
  • Dorian: Of course. I'm not a plebian.
  • Iron Bull: You ever been to that place in the Vivazzi Plaza? With the big, cracked bell hanging off the roof?
  • Dorian: With the dancers, yes. You're making me homesick.
  • Iron Bull: That staff's in pretty good shape, Dorian.
  • Iron Bull: Do you spend a lot of time polishing it?
  • Dorian: (Groans.)
  • Iron Bull: Better hike up your skirt, mage boy.
  • Dorian: I'm not wearing a skirt.
  • Iron Bull: You trip on that bustling whatever, don't come crying to me.
  • Dorian: No Qunari would accept a Tevinter mage so easily... unless it was a ruse. When should I expect a knife in the back?

If the Inquisitor is a Qunari:

  • Iron Bull: You expecting that from the Inquisitor too?
  • Dorian: That's different.
  • Iron Bull: Oh, pardon me. I thought you said no Qunari. Meaning we're all bloodthirsty savages.
  • Dorian: Fine, not all of you.


  • Iron Bull: You ever use that fancy magic of yours to burn down a dormitory full of kids?
  • Dorian: Err... not today.
  • Iron Bull: (Laughs.) Then I wouldn't worry. Lots of other people need a knife in the back first.
  • Dorian: Watch where you're pointing that thing!
  • Iron Bull: Dirty.
  • Dorian: Vishante kaffas! I meant your weapon!
  • Iron Bull: Think I know what your problem is, Dorian.
  • Dorian: I have only the one?
  • Iron Bull: You see a man who's burned out, who left his people and entire life behind... and for what?
  • Dorian: You're not suggesting we're similar.
  • Iron Bull: How's that mirror treating you? Pretty picture, isn't it?
  • Dorian: I may vomit.
  • Iron Bull: Wait, wait, I'll flex a little for you. Make it easier.
  • Dorian: What does the Qunari priesthood tell your people about losing the war?
  • Iron Bull: Ehn. The usual. Water comes, water goes, but eventually the tides wear away the mountain. Blah, blah, blah.
  • Dorian: They've been fighting Tevinter for centuries and still haven't won.
  • Iron Bull: Wait, you think we've been at war all this time?
  • Dorian: It's barely an eye-watering slap fight, I'll grant you, but every now and again it heats up.
  • Iron Bull: (Chuckles.) That's just force of habit. A real invasion's different.
  • Dorian: What are they waiting for?
  • Iron Bull: Don't know. Someone to tell someone to tell someone it's on again, I guess.
  • Dorian: So they're the Chargers and you're the Bull. That's clever.
  • Iron Bull: Worked that out on your own, did ya?
  • Iron Bull: You gotta keep the name simple, so the nobles get it. They pay us to fight, not to entertain at tea.
  • Dorian: That I'd like to see.

(After Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts)

  • 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.

(After What Pride Had Wrought)

  • Iron Bull: Still stewing on it, hey, Dorian?
  • Dorian: Abelas said the elves destroyed themselves. I'm still wrapping my head around that.
  • Iron Bull: Why not tell everyone? Thought you wanted to take your fellow Vints down a peg or two.
  • Dorian: For one, I've no proof. Secondly, if I did, they'd lose their collective minds.
  • Dorian: They might decide they have something to prove. Can you imagine?
  • Iron Bull: (Grunts.) Good point.
  • Dorian: Vishante kaffas! Don't you ever bathe?

If Iron Bull and Dorian are in a relationship:

  • Iron Bull: You like it.


  • Iron Bull: Sometimes. You want to watch, don't you?
  • Dorian: I'd rather stand upwind.
  • Iron Bull: Human sweat smells like pork that's been sitting in the sun. Just saying.
  • Dorian: I will never understand why Qunari warriors spend half their time running around bare-chested.
  • Iron Bull: Thought you'd appreciate that.
  • Dorian: It's stupid. They should wear armor.
  • Iron Bull: You see a member of the Beresaad in full armor, you run, because it's war.
  • Dorian: They should wear armor all the time!
  • Iron Bull: Then they'd have to invade everyone. You're so bloodthirsty.
  • Dorian: (Growls.)
  • Iron Bull: You doing all right, Dorian? I know family stuff can be rough.
  • Dorian: What would you know about it? True Qunari don't have families.

(If Iron Bull is Tal-Vashoth) [confirmation needed]

  • Iron Bull: Finding out you don't fit in with the people who raised you?
  • Iron Bull: Having to walk away from everything you grew up with, knowing you've disappointed the ones who loved you?

(If Iron Bull sacrificed the Chargers, or the conversation takes place before Demands Of The Qun)

  • Iron Bull: Burning out so hard you have to leave everything you've known and start over?
  • Iron Bull: I might know a bit. Takes a tough man to do it, too. So good on you, you big old fop.
  • Dorian: Yay. Good on me.
  • 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.

If neither is in a romance with the Inquisitor:

  • 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.

If neither is in a romance with the Inquisitor:

  • 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.

If neither is in a romance with the Inquisitor:

  • 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.

Dorian and Sera[]

  • Dorian: The way you talk about magic--you’ve never been on good terms with a mage?

If the Inquisitor is a mage:

  • Sera: The Inquisitor? A couple others. They were a bit weird, but all right.


  • Sera: Sure. A couple. They were all right. Bit weird.
  • Sera: I knew a funny boy in Denerim. Started fires with his eyes. Templars nabbed him right quick, so he's better now, I guess?
  • Dorian: Better? Do you know what your southern Circles are like?
  • Sera: Meals and training? So he wouldn't starve or get stomped by a mob? I've seen both.
  • Dorian: (Sighs.) You're sadly right.
  • 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.
  • Dorian: Indulge me, Sera. What do you think of when I say "demon."
  • Sera: Arrows.
  • Dorian: Fine. "Magister"?
  • Sera: Arrows.
  • Dorian: Not helpful, but given our history, I'll accept it. "Thaumaturgy"?
  • Sera: What?
  • Dorian: Magical endeavors. Helpful wonders.
  • Sera: Ohhh. Arrows.
  • Dorian: (Sighs.)
  • 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: The people back in Tevinter, are they all just like you, Dorian?
  • Dorian: Meaning what, exactly?
  • Sera: You know; not scary, keeping their magic rubbish to themselves.
  • Dorian: I'm going to take that as a compliment. Sadly, there's an element there who would welcome Corypheus with open arms. A stupidly short-sighted element.
  • Sera: I know right? He's a pissbag.
  • Dorian: Ha! Quite.
  • Sera: So you're fat with it, right?
  • Dorian: Me? Are you referring to...?
  • Sera: Do you sleep on silk while gold shits down all over you? Are you rich?
  • Dorian: I left all that behind. Although I do miss the gold-shitting from time to time.
  • Sera: You really left it, huh? Knew you weren't all bad.
  • Dorian: I have only one question, Sera: did you cut your own hair?
  • Sera: Yeah. Why wouldn't I?
  • Dorian: You could try using something other than a rusty butter knife.
  • Sera: Oh, excuse me while I dig up my diamond-studded hair-cutter whatevers.
  • Dorian: Scissors. The word you're looking for is "scissors."
  • Sera: Pppbth!!
  • Sera: Dorian? Those words you say. What do they mean?
  • Dorian: What, you mean like "mendicant?" "Ultimatum?"
  • Sera: No, arse, when you're mad. Pish-anty cough-ass. You're swearing, I know it.
  • Dorian: Vishante kaffas. It's, Tevene, relics of the old tongue. We still use the colorful phrases.
  • Sera: And it means what?
  • Dorian: Literally? "You shit on my tongue."
  • Sera: (Laughs.) Why not just say that?
  • Dorian: A mystery for the ages.
  • Dorian: I can't believe you're scared of magic, Sera. It's a gift as mundane to me as your bow to you. Surely you see there's nothing to fear in a properly used tool.
  • Sera: Tell that to all the "proper" mages waving their tools in people's faces!
  • Dorian: There's an image.
  • Sera: What about Coryphamus? How many "proper tools" does he have under him?
  • Varric: (if in party) Not hardly enough, if you ask me.
  • Sera: And the rebel mages? How many "proper tools" have they raised?
  • Dorian: That's not-- I don't think I can continue.
  • Sera: Right, well, I don't care how gifted you are. Don't cram it where it's not wanted.
  • Vivienne: Maker, how does she not know?
  • Blackwall: (Laughs)
  • Cole: I'm lost.
  • Sera: What, Dorian? Stop looking at me.
  • Dorian: I'm wondering if familiarity would cure your suspicion of magic.
  • Sera: I don't need to be familiar with your tool.
  • Dorian: Please stop saying "tool," and consider how much magic can accomplish. There are benefits for you and everyone; as the Maker said, "magic exists to serve."
  • Sera: I don't care. I like you, Dorian. Don't ruin it.
  • Sera: So, you'll be careful when you throw all that fire around, yeah?
  • Dorian: As long as you're careful where you shoot all those arrows.
  • Sera: You magic me, I'll put three in your eye.
  • Dorian: Now we can live together in peace and harmony.
  • Sera: Do me a favor, Dorian? Give me some warning if you are going to bust out in demons or something.
  • Dorian: (Laughs) How do you picture me "busting out"? I'm walking around and oops, demon? I mean it could happen, despite my training. You could also trip and impale your eye on an arrow.
  • Sera: So, are you going to warn me or not?
  • Dorian: Certainly. But only because you are so dear to me.
  • Sera: Your Magisters. They all like Corphy-face?
  • Dorian: Not quite. Corypheus is one-of-a-kind. An original darkspawn, it turns out.
  • Sera: I mean, are they all crazy? Wanting to be gods? "Muahahaha!" like that?
  • Dorian: Oh, that. Not all of them, but enough.
  • Sera: And you let them live? Why?
  • Dorian: There's always more where they come from. Men like Corypheus aren't born, they're made.
  • Dorian: For being so unnerved by magic, you aren't shy about benefiting from its effects.
  • Sera: I don't. I use normal things, not magic.
  • Dorian: You consider swathing yourself in flame or ice normal and “not magic”?
  • Sera: For one, it comes out a bottle. For two, I mess up, I get burned. You messed up, your head chucks up a demon. For three? Bottle, little burned, no demons. So there.
  • Dorian: That was only... you know, if it lets you sleep at night, never mind.

If the Inquisitor is in a romance with Dorian:

  • Sera: You and the Inquisitor, hey? What is that like? Jousting?
  • Dorian: Fewer horses, marginally. More cheering, definitely.
  • Sera: (Laughs) Nice.
  • Dorian:  I can't believe you made it through the Winter Palace in one piece.
  • Sera: Whatever, they talk plenty but if you don't play their stupid game, they're lost.
  • Dorian: You don't play their stupid game, they send an assassin or three your way.
  • Sera: Pfft. They could try, sure.
  • Dorian: You have no problem with escalation, do you?  (Chuckles)
  • Sera: Not when I put enough arrows in it.
  • Dorian: You must have been driven mad in the temple, hm?
  • Sera: Knew I’d hate it, felt like choking down a peach-pit, knowing it would end bad.
  • Dorian: It was mystifying. Lovely turn of phrase incidentally.
  • Sera: Seriously, they passed like pine-cones.
  • Dorian: Sad.. I would’ve given half a toe to have seen it.
  • Sera: Maybe you should be nicer to certain someones.

If the Inquisitor is in a romance with Dorian:

  • Dorian: (chuckles) If I were any nicer to him, we’d be joined to the hip.


  • Dorian: Yes... Well, that seems unlikely.

If Dorian and Iron Bull begin a relationship (neither romanced by the Inquisitor):

  • 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.
  • Cole: (if in party) Leaves.
  • Varric: (if in party) Leaves?
  • Blackwall: (if in party) Leaves?

If Inquisitor is in a romance with Sera:

  • Dorian: I see you're having fun with your illustrious paramour.
  • Sera: What? Is it showing?

If the Inquisitor is a mage:

  • Dorian: No! Ugh, no! I meant you appear to be enjoying your new relationship.
  • Dorian: You couldn't ask for a more personal introduction to magic.
  • Sera: She's different, so it doesn't matter.
  • Dorian: It's that simple?
  • Sera: Could be. Why not?

If the Inquisitor is not a mage:

  • Dorian: I meant you appear to be enjoying your new relationship.
  • Sera: Then why didn't you say that?
  • Dorian: I did, in words you apparently don't understand.
  • Sera: What's the point of words you know, but others don't? Who would you say them to?
  • Dorian: Let me do us both a favor and retract the question.
  • Sera: Pity, because we're great. That's why I'm following her around with weirdies.
  • Sera: Demons! Flappy robes!
  • Dorian: Thieves! Dog stink!
  • Sera: Culty shits!
  • Dorian: Treacherous teyrns!
  • Sera: What? It's not a proper game of 'Your people are shit' if you make up words!
  • Dorian: Teyrn is a Fereldan title, beneath only the family of the king. I'd have expected you of all people to know that.
  • Sera: You're...well, that's...Smartasses!
  • Dorian: Too late! I believe that's my round.
  • Sera: Piss!
  • Dorian: I can't figure you out, Sera.
  • Sera: That's a surprise, innit?
  • Dorian: You just picked up a bow one day, and poof! Expert marksman! A veritable savant!
  • Sera: A what?
  • Dorian: A savant. A natural. Meaning you needed no training.
  • Sera: Not your business if I do or didn't. Like I don't ask if you "naturally" shoot fireballs out your arse, or just opinions.
  • Dorian: I'll... keep that in mind.
  • Dorian: You know, I've never met an elf quite like you Sera.
  • Sera: I don't doubt it. They all slaves where you're from.
  • Dorian: Not all of them, but yes... you have a point.
  • Sera: You ever talked to one who wasn't?
  • Dorian: No, but I'm glad I have now.
  • Sera: People are people, who knew?
  • Dorian: For hating the outdoors, you sure seem to like bad weather.
  • Sera: What’s that now?
  • Dorian: The other day, you were outside in the rain, staring up with a grin on your face.
  • Sera: I smile at clouds.
  • Dorian: Of course you do.
  • Sera: What, I should hunch and swear at the rain pissing off my nose? Let the weather win? I smile the frig out of clouds.
  • Sera: Maybe they get tired of trying.
  • Dorian: Are we still talking about clouds?
  • Sera: What?
  • Dorian: Never mind. Drinks and insults later?
  • Sera: We’re both buying. Then there’s double.
  • Sera: Are they losing their minds in Tevinter? I bet they are.
  • Dorian: About anything in particular?
  • Sera: The Inquisition. I mean, you people believe weird stuff, right? About Andraste?
  • Dorian: Most of the Imperial Chantry’s teachings are the same as in the south…despite some finicky bits about magic.
  • Sera: The parts where you’re wrong?
  • Dorian: Yes. Quite. The parts where we’re “wrong.”

Dorian and Solas[]

  • Dorian: Solas, I take it you study spirits?
  • Solas: I do.
  • Dorian: Back in my homeland, we keep spirits as servants.
  • Solas: So I've been told.
  • Dorian: The things they can be made to be are quite marvelous. You should see them.
  • Solas: The Tevinter Imperium is not the safest place for an elf.
  • Dorian: Ah. Yes, point taken.
  • Dorian: Do you use spirits as servants, Solas? You'd have no trouble capturing them.
  • Solas: No. They are intelligent, living creatures. Binding them against their will is reprehensible.
  • Dorian: How much "will" do they have? They're amorphous constructs of the Fade.
  • Solas: Hmm
  • Dorian: There's no harm putting them to constructive use, and most mages back home treat them well.
  • Solas: And any that show any magical talent are freed, are they not?
  • Dorian: What? Spirits don't have magical talent.
  • Solas: Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were talking about your slaves.
  • Dorian: Solas, have I offended you?
  • Solas: If you have, why would it concern you?
  • Dorian: Because we're here working together for a common cause, and because I respect your abilities.
  • Solas: My abilities as a mage.
  • Dorian: Well, I... realize there's more to you than that.
  • Solas: The differences between us are not technicalities to be discarded, Dorian.
  • Dorian: I... was hoping we might find common ground, that's all.
  • 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.
  • Solas: I am surprised you do not practice blood magic, Dorian. Is it not popular in Tevinter?
  • Dorian: While we're sharing surprises, you've done a lot less dancing naked in the moonlight than expected.
  • Solas: Tevinter lore about elves remains accurate as always.
  • Dorian: I wanted to see you make flowers bloom with your song, just once.
  • 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.
  • Dorian: Solas, for what it's worth, I'm sorry.
  • Dorian: The elven city of Arlathan sounds like a magical place, and for my ancestors to have destroyed it...
  • Solas: Dorian... hush.
  • Solas: Empires rise and fall. Arlathan was no more "innocent" than your own Tevinter in its time.
  • Solas: Your nostalgia for the ancient elves, however romanticized, is pointless.
  • Solas: If you wish to make amends for past transgressions, free the slaves of all races who live in Tevinter today.
  • Dorian: I... don't know that I can do that.
  • Solas: Then how sorry are you?
  • Solas: I notice you used a nullification enchantment combined with an offensive attack.
  • Dorian: The nullification disrupts any ambient magic lying about. Things then burn hotter.
  • Solas: Don't you then waste an inordinate amount of magic overcoming your own nullification?
  • Dorian: Ah, no. I warp the Veil slightly to effect distance between the spells.
  • Solas: Of course. Have you considered snapping the Veil-warp to enhance the relative energy?
  • Dorian: Like cracking a whip? Yes, tried it once. Made my teeth taste funny.
  • Sera: Two of you doesn't make this normal!

If Solas was in the party during Here Lies the Abyss:

  • Dorian: I can't believe you entered the Fade. Physically.
  • Solas: You think that is an achievement of which to be proud?
  • Dorian: It's the second time that's been done in all of history. That's not nothing, Solas.
  • Solas: In all of human history.
  • Dorian: The Fade is still a mystery to us humans, yes. Probably always will be.
  • Solas: Perhaps it's best it remain that way.
  • Dorian: Let me get this straight, Solas.
  • Dorian: You're an apostate - neither Dalish nor city elf - who lived alone in the woods studying spirits.
  • Solas: Is that a problem for you?
  • Dorian: No, no. You're a special and unique snowflake. Live the dream.
  • 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: Ah, Solas. You startled me. You're always so... nondescript.
  • Solas: Please speak up! I cannot hear you over your outfit!
  • Dorian: That orb Corypheus carries... are you certain it's of elven origin, Solas?
  • Solas: I believe so. Why do you ask?
  • Dorian: There are paintings in the Magisterium's archives of men holding similar orbs.
  • Dorian: They were depictions of a time long before the magisters. The ancient Dreamers, perhaps.
  • Dorian: The texts called those orbs "somnaborium"--"vessels of dreams." Could they be the same thing?
  • Solas: Perhaps. The humans of ancient times took much from the elves.
  • Dorian: And Corypheus isn't far removed from the time. Hmm.

(After What Pride Had Wrought)

  • Dorian: We found elves, living ancient elves, at the Temple of Mythal. Does that bother you, Solas?

If Inquisitor allied with the Sentinels:

  • Solas: I'm pleased we were not forced to kill them, if that's what you mean.
  • Dorian: I mean them being there at all. Thousands of years later, and they live.
  • Dorian: There could be others, in ruins we haven't yet discovered. Shouldn't we be looking for them?
  • Solas: Perhaps Abelas will do that.
  • Dorian: Hmm. I wonder if that's a good thing?
  • Solas: You are still troubled by what you learned at the temple, Dorian.
  • Dorian: The Imperium is founded on the notion that we defeated Arlathan.
  • Dorian: It's not something my people should be proud of, but they are. It's ingrained in their psyche.
  • Solas: You think they would not accept the truth?
  • Dorian: I'm worried what it might do to them if they did.

Dorian and Varric[]

  • 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.
  • Dorian: So what's your estimation, Varric? Think we can win?
  • Varric: You aren't asking me to give odds on our beloved Inquisitor's success?
  • Dorian: What would that look like? Three to one? (Laughs.)
  • Varric: In his/her favor?
  • Dorian: After Corypheus pulled an archdemon out of his arse, are you joking?
  • Inquisitor: You would actually bet against me?
  • Dorian: Now now, if I weren't here, it'd be five to one at least.
  • Varric: Brave man. We'll talk later.


  • Inquisitor: I'll take those odds.
  • Dorian: See, here is a chance to prove your confidence Varric.

(or - If the Inquisitor is in a romance with Dorian)

  • Inquisitor: I'll take those odds.
  • Dorian: This is why I adore him so.


  • Inquisitor: Enough, both of you!
  • Varric: I agree. So morally reprehensible to bet against your own side.
  • Dorian: (grunts.) I am a bad man. (aside to Varric) We'll talk later.

(If Inquisitor says nothing)

  • Varric: Brave man. We'll talk later.
  • Dorian: Varric, I want a new nickname.
  • Varric: What's wrong with sparkler? Not colorful enough for you?
  • Dorian: You must know me better now. Or does the moniker you gave me five minutes after we met still apply?
  • Varric: I have the eyes of a story teller. It's a gift.
  • Dorian: So, I'm a bit of light you stick in a window sill to impress passersby? All flash, no heat? Hmm... that's actually pretty clever.
  • Varric: See? Embrace your place in the universe, Sparkler.

(If Hawke died during Here Lies the Abyss)

  • Dorian: I'm very sorry about Hawke, Varric.
  • Varric: Yeah, well, what can you do?
  • Dorian: Does s/he have any family, or...?
  • Varric: I've had to write some letters. Let's not talk about it.
  • Varric: How are you feeling about that bet now, Sparkler?
  • Dorian: Still good actually.
  • Varric: You're crazy! We're beating Corypheus everytime we turn around. He's on the run!
  • Dorian: We're beating his minions, my hirsute little friend. Not the same thing. Besides, the moment we crush Corypheus into the sand, I'll be more than happy to pay up.
  • Varric: Heh, if he crushes us, you'll be dead.
  • Dorian: That will make it hard to spend my winnings, true.
  • Varric: Should you be married off right now, Sparkler? Little magelets running amok.
  • Dorian: If my family had their way.
  • Varric: Had someone lined up for you, huh?
  • Dorian: Livia Heradanus. Bright girl, hourglass figure, wicked tongue. Relieved I'm gone, I expect.
  • Varric: Sounds like you two would have made a happy couple.
  • Dorian: Oh yes. Trading coy insults at every party would have been a delight.
  • Varric: What do you think, Sparkler? Ten royals says the next thing we run into farts fire.
  • Dorian: I'll take that bet. I win either way.
  • Dorian: All right, never let it be said I don't pay my debts. Here you are: five royals.
  • Varric: I tried to warn you.
  • Dorian: I had no idea nugs possess such creepy little feet. The stuff of nightmares.
  • Dorian: You know, Varric, I went to Kirkwall once.
  • Varric: Yeah?
  • Dorian: Bit of a shithole.
  • Varric: Yeah...
  • Varric: Planning on settling that fifty crown debt anytime soon, Sparkler?
  • Dorian: And if I don't? Do you have tiny enforcers come strip me of my holdings?
  • Varric: Oh, I don't know. I suppose I could always send a letter to your family...
  • Dorian: The dwarf plays dirty. All right, all right, you win. This time.
  • Varric: I see you eyeing Bianca, Sparkler. Hands to yourself.
  • Dorian: I wouldn't worry, she's not my type.
  • Varric: Huh. And here I thought you're a man of refined taste.
  • Dorian: For fine wine and literature, Varric. Not for... whatever that contraption is.
  • Varric: Contraption!? Don't listen to him, sweetheart. His people are vilified for a reason.
  • Dorian: Varric, are you and Cassandra... ?
  • Varric: What? No! Why would you even ask that?
  • Dorian: Truly? Bizarre.
  • Cassandra: I'm right here!
  • Dorian: See? She's right there. What are you waiting for?
  • Varric: Just because two people dislike each other doesn't mean they're about to kiss, Sparkler.
  • Dorian: Not according to your books.
  • Varric: Don't mistake me for that hack who wrote Hard in Hightown II. I can spell.
  • Varric: So, Sparkler, what do you think of the Inquisition so far?
  • Dorian: It's interesting, I'll give you that. An archdemon attacking me is a first.
  • Varric: Five royals says you'll see something weirder before the day ends.
  • Dorian: I don't think I should take that bet.
  • Varric: I got to ask, does any of this shit make sense to you?
  • Dorian: To me? Are you referring to the giant hole in the sky, or the creature out of Chantry cautionary tale who wants to be a god?
  • Varric: Either. I'm feeling generous.
  • Dorian: What's the problem? Someone shows up, tears the place apart, declares himself king? That's half of history.
  • Varric: Corypheus is that terrifying drunk nobody'll ask to leave?
  • Dorian: Even after he puts a hole in the ceiling. Terribly common.
  • Dorian: You owe me twenty royals, Varric. I'd like them paid in candied dates.
  • Varric: I haven't lost that wager yet.
  • Dorian: You said we'd be ass-deep in trouble. This is more like knee-high.
  • Varric: I didn't specify who's ass, did I?
  • Dorian: Leave it to a dwarf, always lowering the bar.
  • Dorian: Varric, when you were at the Winter Palace, did you meet Celene's handmaidens?
  • Varric: The ones that finish each other's sentences? Yes I did.
  • Dorian: They were asking me about you. Personal things.
  • Varric: Err... how personal?
  • Dorian: Something about your chest hair, and whether you were currently... involved with anyone.
  • Varric: Huh, creepy.
  • Dorian: So these books you write, Varric... who actually reads them?
  • Varric: Why, anyone with some taste and a lust for adventure.
  • Dorian: That's a lot of people? Do the southern masses even know how to read?
  • Varric: (sighs.) Such an elitist.
  • Dorian: Yes? I left my homeland, Varric, I didn't up and turn peasant.
  • Dorian: I'd assumed you'd go up to Weisshaupt with Hawke, Varric.
  • Varric: Still business to deal with here, don't you think?
  • Dorian: You should be thankful. I've been to Weisshaupt. It's not good. Carved into a mountain, cold, dour, everyone so bloody serious they can't take a piss... you wouldn't like it.
  • Varric: Hawke would be there.
  • Dorian: And s/he is quite the ray of sunshine, that's true.
  • Dorian: Varric, did I hear this right? You met Corypheus before?
  • Varric: We didn't have tea and crumpets, Sparkler. I was there when he woke up.
  • Dorian: And he said, what? "Hello, I'm one of the magisters who broke into the Black City. Pleased to meet you!"
  • Varric: More like (clear throats) "Argh, I'm a darkspawn! Dumat! Dumat!" Then Hawke killed him.
  • Dorian: Not very well, it appears.
  • Varric: Tell me about it.
  • Varric: So I hear you're kind of the black sheep in your family, Sparkler.
  • Dorian: Where does that saying come from? I'm not a sheep. No one in my family could be described a "sheep".
  • Varric: I'm just saying, you and I have... something in common.
  • Dorian: Goodness, I had no idea.
  • Varric: Okay, not that much in common.
  • Dorian: Come on, just answer the question, Varric.
  • Varric: My mother didn't raise any morons, Sparkler. I won't touch that one.
  • Dorian: You must have an opinion. And you're a dwarf! Completely unbiased!
  • Varric: There's no way I'm answering "which inquisition mage is the best-dressed." Not for all the gold in Orzammar.
  • Vivienne: Also, the answer is obvious.
  • Varric: So you're not in the magisterium?
  • Dorian: For the last time: Not everyone in the Imperium is a magister.
  • Varric: But they do pretty much hand out seats like they're candy.
  • Dorian: Yes, but it's that black licorice candy with salt on it, not the good kind.
  • Dorian: Care to play another game of cards when we get back to Skyhold, Varric?
  • Varric: Not if it's with your crazy Tevinter rules.
  • Dorian: Now, now, nobody ever died from those. Lately.
  • Dorian: Varric, you've seen this "red lyrium" before, yes?
  • Varric: Wish I hadn't.
  • Dorian: Do you know if a mage could access its power?
  • Varric: Don't go there, Sparkler. Don't wonder if it's useful. Don't even think about it.
  • Varric: Just stay far away, and hope none of it gets to your stupider cousins back home.

Dorian and Vivienne[]

  • Vivienne: I presume you know what they will say of Corypheus, Dorian.
  • Dorian: Darkspawn? Madman? Relic of an unwanted past? Don't keep me in suspense.
  • Vivienne: They will say he is Tevinter.
  • Dorian: No!
  • Vivienne: I'm aware you claim to be here to counter that, but the damage is done.
  • Dorian: I'm not here on behalf of my nation's reputation, Vivienne. I'm here to do what is right.
  • Vivienne: If only more of your countrymen felt as you do.
  • Dorian: Official mage to the Orlesian Imperial Court? That sounds exciting.
  • Vivienne: It is an esteemed position, darling, that many mages would envy.
  • Dorian: Yes, being paraded about like an exotic peacock is better than running frantically from templars.
  • Vivienne: Better an exotic peacock than one Tevinter rat amongst many.
  • Dorian: Oh! A dig at my homeland? This should be fun.
  • Dorian: Vivienne, are you saying you wouldn't rather live in a land where mages aren't herded into cages like dogs?
  • Vivienne: Which land is that? The one where mages are feared and despised as tyrants?
  • Dorian: I'm the first to admit magisters aren't perfect, but they've also done great things. They're allowed to.
  • Vivienne: Monstrous things as well, or you wouldn't be here, would you?
  • Dorian: Locking people into cages isn't the answer.
  • Vivienne: Naturally. First we execute those who will not submit, then we deal with the rest.

If the Inquisitor is in a romance with Dorian:

  • Vivienne: I received a letter the other day, Dorian.
  • Dorian: Truly? It's nice to know you have friends.
  • Vivienne: It was from an acquaintance in Tevinter, expressing his shock at the disturbing rumors about your... relationship with the Inquisitor.
  • Dorian: Rumors you were only too happy to verify, I assume.
  • Vivienne: I informed him the only "disturbing" thing in evidence was his penmanship.
  • Dorian: Oh. Thank you.
  • Vivienne: I am not so quick to judge, darling. See that you give me no reason to feel otherwise.
  • Vivienne: I'm curious, Dorian: have you ever met the Black Divine?
  • Dorian: I saw him once at a ball, but we never met. He had to leave early on account of assassination.
  • Vivienne: Someone tried to kill him?
  • Dorian: Kill him? No, no, he killed a magister. Could have waited until the dancing was finished.
  • Dorian: How is it, Vivienne, that you weren't part of the rebellion with the rest of the southern mages?
  • Vivienne: Those of us outside of the Circles could not be compelled to revolt.
  • Dorian: Ah. Nothing like solidarity.
  • Vivienne: This from a man who hails from a nation where mages kill each other for sport.
  • Vivienne: (Chuckles.) It's rather amusing, Dorian.
  • Dorian: Your outfit's enteraining, I'll give you that.
  • Vivienne: The way you sneer at "southerners," pretending to be a shark from a land of sharks.
  • Vivienne: But you are not a shark and never will be, darling. They knew it, just as you do.
  • Dorian: I could have pretended. Wore fancy clothes, convinced everyone I'm something I'm not.
  • Dorian: Then I could take a position at court, whore myself out, and desperately hope no one realizes what a fraud I am.
  • Vivienne: Such snapping for a fish without teeth.
  • Inquisitor: That's enough!
  • Vivienne: My dear Inquisitor, whatever is the issue? We are having a perfectly civil conversation.
  • Dorian: It's true. I've heard worse from our gardener back home.


  • Inquisitor: You should put on a show, charge for admission.
  • Varric (if in party): I know, I'm taking notes.
  • Iron Bull (if in party): I'd see it.
  • Vivienne: My dear Inquisitor, whatever is the issue? We are having a perfectly civil conversation.
  • Dorian: It's true. I've heard worse from our gardener back home.


  • Inquisitor: I can't believe the way you two speak to each other.
  • Vivienne: My dear Inquisitor, whatever is the issue? We are having a perfectly civil conversation.
  • Dorian: It's true. I've heard worse from our gardener back home.
  • Dorian: (Sighs.) What I wouldn't give for some proper wine.
  • Vivienne: Skyhold's steward is a sadistic little man who is trying to kill us.
  • Dorian: Perhaps he found a bargain he couldn't pass up, on vats of vinegar?
  • Vivienne: (Chuckles.) It could be worse, darling. It could be an Anders vintage.
  • Dorian: Egad. We'd be forced to retaliate.
  • Dorian: Vivienne, perhaps you can answer this--why the bizarre Orlesian fixation with masks?
  • Vivienne: It's part of the Game, my dear. You never see your opponent's true visage.
  • Dorian: A strange custom in a culture where people assassinate each other for putting too much salt in the soup.
  • Vivienne: An additional challenge to be navigated. Fail at the Game and you die.
  • Dorian: And you people call Tevinter barbaric.
  • Vivienne: You are barbarians, darling, but that's part of your charm.

(If Dorian was taken into the Fade in Here Lies the Abyss) [confirmation needed]

  • Vivienne: You've walked into the Fade, Dorian, as did your Tevinter forebears.
  • Dorian: With somewhat less cataclysmic results.
  • Vivienne: No observations beyond that?
  • Dorian: Only that I'm pleased we got out. Demons don't appreciate a man with good hair.
  • Dorian: Wait... you're jealous, aren't you?
  • Vivienne: Don't be absurd.

(If Dorian was not taken into the Fade in Here Lies the Abyss) [confirmation needed]

  • Dorian: I'm trying to wrap my head around the idea that someone walked into the Fade again.
  • Vivienne: We should count ourselves fortunate no cataclysm was unleashed.
  • Dorian: So far as we know.
  • Vivienne: What are you suggesting, my dear? An invisible cataclysm, lurking amongst us?
  • Dorian: We don't know what happened to Corypheus and his lot. Even he doesn't seem to, not clearly.
  • Dorian: I'm saying we should be careful what we assume when it comes to such matters.
  • Vivienne: Hmm. Wise words, uncharacteristic as that might be.
  • Dorian: Vivienne, we can continue this dance forever, if you wish.
  • Vivienne: Presuming both of us are capable.
  • Dorian: I mock Orlesian frippery and nonsense, you mock Tevinter decadence and tyranny.
  • Dorian: There is, however, something far more important we should remember.
  • Vivienne: Just what might that be?
  • Dorian: At least we're not Antivan.
  • Vivienne: Quite right. Thank the Maker.
  • Dorian: What would you say Blackwall's best feature is, Vivienne?
  • Vivienne: His absence, of course.
  • Blackwall: I can hear both of you.

After Vivienne's personal quest:

  • Dorian: Vivienne, I heard about your friend, the duke...
  • Vivienne: Bastien was not my "friend," darling, and I'll forego your bland and ill-informed observations.
  • Dorian: I only meant to say I'm very sorry for your loss.

If Celene survived Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts:

  • Dorian: You must be greatly relieved, Vivienne, after what happened at the Winter Palace.
  • Vivienne: The entire empire breathes a sigh of relief, darling.
  • Dorian: Your position is also secure, considering how instrumental the Inquisition was in Celene's survival.
  • Vivienne: I was pleased to have even a small part in the endeavor.
  • Dorian: (Chuckles.) We're not in court, dear woman. No need for the honey.
  • Vivienne: I don't know what you're talking about.

After Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts:

  • Dorian: Vivienne, I'm curious... you must have crossed paths with Lady Morrigan in the court, yes?
  • Vivienne: There is no need to use that title, my dear. She is an ill-bred apostate, nothing more.
  • Dorian: Odd, I'd have thought you'd easily relate to a commoner of ambition.
  • Vivienne: You thought incorrectly. It's outrageous that she has been forced on the Inquisition.
  • Inquisitor: I welcomed her among us, Vivienne.
  • Vivienne: As did Celene, yet the only one I've seen benefit is Morrigan herself.


  • Inquisitor: We'll see how it turns out. I'm hoping she can help.
  • Vivienne: More likely she will help herself.


  • Inquisitor: I agree with that.
  • Dorian: Sounds like someone's jealous their position at the empress's side was usurped.
  • Vivienne: Darling, if I was upset by every sycophant who claimed a portion of Celene's attention, I'd have no time to eat or sleep.