Fenris/Dialogue

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

Friendship/Rivalry

Note: not sure the best way to organize this yet and there's limited information, but it's a start.

To get rivalry with Fenris:

• On Long Way Home select 'It did help us' when Merrill removes the barrier for (-10)
• On Long Way Home tell Merrill you will visit her when you make it to the Alienage. (-5)
• On Welcome Home if you told Merrill you would visit her, flirt and be diplomatic (May be other options as well)for (-5)
• When Fenris joins a mage Hawke - select 'Power' for (-25), 'Is this a problem?' for (-20), 'Nothing' for (-15) and 'survival' or 'Find out' for (-10)
• Fenris in his house <TBD>
• Bringing Fenris to the Gallows for the first time, choose 'It's wrong to opress mages' for (-15), 'The circle doesn't work for (-5)

For friendship with Fenris:

• On Long Way Home select 'The demon, you mean' when Merril removes the barrier for (+10)
• On Long Way Home tell Merril you won't visit (+5)
• When talking to Fenris in his home the first time, Flirt + I'm willing to listen + I've thought about it + My family is here + ask questions + You could make a home here + Flatterer resulted in (+20)
• First time you visit the Gallows select 'The circle is necessary' for (+5)

Fenris and Anders

• Anders: So. There must be mages in tevinter that don't use blood magic.
• Fenris: Of course. There are slaves. The magisters do not hesitate to collar their own kind.
• Anders: But no magisters?
• Fenris: Why must you go on about this? No magister would turn down an advantage over his rivals. If he did, he'd be dead.
• Anders: You know, to use blood magic you must look a demon in the eye and accept his offer. I just figured some of them would say no. For aesthetic reasons, if nothing else.

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• Anders: I can't imagine what Hawke sees in you.
• Fenris: It is done. Leave it be.
• Anders: Well, good. I always knew she/he had some sense.
• Fenris: Do not make light of this. Leaving was the hardest thing I've ever done.

(If Hawke romanced Fenris)

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• Anders: Not all mages are weak.
• Fenris: True. Hawke, for one, is not weak. (If Hawke is a mage)
• Anders: I notice you didn't mention me.
• Fenris: No.
• Anders: I'll prove to you that I'm not weak
• Fenris: Prove it to yourself. You aren't fooling anyone else.

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• Fenris: Did I hear correctly? You are a ... abomination?
• Anders: Why don't you shout? I don't think everyone heard you
• Fenris: Do you see yourself as harmless, then? An abomination that would never harm someone.
• Anders: Like ripping someones heart out of his chest?
• Fenris: I did that at the behest of no demon.
• Anders: So we agree that it doesn't take a demon for someone to be a vicious killer? Good.

(wording not exact)

Fenris and Aveline

• Fenris: I talked with Donnic.
• Aveline: Since when do you talk with my husband?
• Fenris: He...comes to the mansion every week? We play diamondback.
• Aveline: What? Why am I not invited to these games?
• Fenris: He says you get angry when you lose.
• Aveline: I do not! All right, perhaps I do. Still, that's no reason not to tell me.

(with Isabela in the party)

• Isabela: Perhaps he longed for less masculine companionship?
• Aveline: Shut up, whore.

(without Isabela in the party)

• Fenris: He is a good man.

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• Aveline: Thank you for that tip, Fenris.
• Fenris: You caught them then?
• Aveline: Yes -- a whole nest of slave runners working out of the Undercity.
• Fenris: I imagine you imprisoned them?
• Aveline: Sadly, they never made it to prison.
• Fenris: You always know how to make me smile, Aveline.

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• Aveline: Do you feel like a citizen, Fenris?
• Fenris: Excuse me?
• Aveline: You've been in Kirkwall as long as I have. Does it feel like home?
• Fenris: It feels. That itself has been a surprise.
• Aveline: I think I know what you mean.

Fenris and Isabela

• Isabela: So what's with that magical fisting thing you do?
• Fenris: I'm...sorry?
• Isabela: You know, when you stick your hand into people.
• Fenris: Oh. That. Yes. It's a...talent.
• Isabela: You could make so much coin with that.

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• Isabela: I enjoy a man with markings like that.
• Fenris: You've enjoyed many, I suspect.
• Isabela: Where I come from, they're called "tattoos." Sailors get them all the time.
• Fenris: Not made of lyrium, I'd imagine.
• Isabela: Not a one. And the pictures are different—usually breasts.
• Fenris: I suppose a pair of lyrium breasts tattooed onto my chest would make things better.
• Isabela: That's me. I'm a helper.

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• Fenris: So, this relic you mentioned losing...
• Isabela: You have such pretty eyes.
• Fenris: I have such... pretty eyes?
• Isabela: You Elves have such pretty eyes. Even the men. Makes me want to pluck them out and wear them as a necklace.
• Fenris: I wouldn't suggest trying.
• Isabela: Oh, I would never try. Not without reason, of course.
• Fenris: Forget I said anything.

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• Fenris: You keep staring at me. Is it my eyes again?
• Isabela: You're very lanky for an elf. I like lanky.
• Fenris: From what I gather, you like a lot of things.
• Isabela: Nonsense. But when I see something I like, I go after it.
• Fenris: Do you intend to go after me, then?
• Isabela: Will you take off all that spiky armor you're wearing?
• Fenris: It's been known to happen.
• Isabela: Then forget it.

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• Fenris: You keep staring at me. Is it my eyes again?
• Isabela: You're very lanky for an elf. I like lanky.
• Fenris: From what I gather, you like a lot of things.
• Isabela: Nonsense. But when I see something I like, I go after it.
• Fenris: I suggest keeping your distance.*
• Isabela: Now you're just making it challenging.

(*After romance with Hawke)

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• Fenris: So you freed a group of slaves?
• Isabela: Would-be slaves. They weren't slaves yet.
• Fenris: Still. You did the right thing. Many would turn a blind eye.
• Isabela: Don't read too much into it, all right? It just... seemed a good idea at the time.

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

Fenris and Merrill

• Merrill: Did you step on something sharp, Fenris?
• Fenris: No.
• Merrill: Slam your fingers in a door?
• Fenris: No.
• Merrill: Smack your head on a low beam?
• Fenris: Is there a point to this line of questioning?
• Merrill: Just wondering why you're so cross all the time.
• Fenris: Perhaps it's the inane prodding.

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• Fenris: Avert your eyes, witch.
• Merrill: ...
• Fenris: You had a life. You had a family. And you abandoned them to chase after ghosts.
• Fenris: We are nothing alike. Don't even begin to think that we are.

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• Merrill: *giggles*
• Fenris: What? Why are you looking at me like that?
• Merrill: You're in love.
• Fenris: I am not.
• Merrill: You keep looking at Hawke with sad puppy eyes every time her/his back is turned.
• Fenris: There are no "puppy-eyes".
• Merrill: It's all right, you know. Even you can be happy once in a while, it won't kill you. But your face might crack if you smile, so be careful.

((if Hawke romanced Fenris))

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• Merrill: Do you regret it? What happened with your sister, I mean.
• Fenris: No.
• Merrill: You're lucky, then. There are so many things I wish I could undo.

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• Merrill: I feel sorry for Anders.
• Fenris: You pity him? He's dangerous to himself and everyone around him.
• Merrill: I think he's broken the thing he wanted to save.
• Merrill: Breaking things you love isn't restricted to mages, Fenris.
• Fenris: Sadly true.

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• Fenris: Why are you watching me?
• Merrill: You have vallaslin. The same markings that the Dalish have.
• Fenris: Yours are not made of lyrium.
• Merrill: No, they're made of blood. Our blood. That's what vallaslin means: blood writing. It's a mark of adulthood.
• Fenris: Mine were carved into my flesh against my will, in a ritual I remember only for the agony it caused me.
• Merrill: I'm... so sorry.

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• Fenris: You said you were sorry about the ritual I endured. Keep your sorrow.
• Merrill: I only meant-
• Fenris: You have all the freedom none of our kind enjoy, and you throw it away. On what?
• Merrill: Our people need to reclaim their heritage.
• Fenris: A heritage of defeat? To what end?
• Merrill: Would your truly turn your back on your own history? There's so much we don't know...
• Fenris: It's not my history. It's simply history.

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• Merrill: Your master have been a terrible man to make you hate mages so.
• Fenris: He was, now he's dead.
• Merrill: We're not all like him.
• Fenris: How often do I hear that, and yet, how often I find it's not true.
• Merrill: The keeper is diferent, they exist to preserve the old ways, and to protect our people.
• Fenris: And none of them would never fall prey for a demon, or preform blood magic?
• Merrill: It's impossible to talk to you!

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• Fenris: This... Keeper of your's, she was a friend?
• Merrill: She was like a mother to me. To all of us.
• Fenris: Then I'm sorry.
• Merrill: Oh you're not! She's just another mage to you, why would you be sorry she's dead?
• Fenris: I'm not sorry she's dead, I'm sorry she died for you.
• Merrill: What?
• Fenris: Let's hope her sacrifice have some who cared for you that much isin't wasted.

Fenris and Sebastian

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

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

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

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

Fenris and Varric

• Fenris: I thought all Dwarves had beards. Where's yours?
• Varric: I misplaced it, along with my sense of Dwarven pride and my gold-plated noble caste pin.
• Fenris: I thought maybe it fell onto your chest.
• Varric: Oh-ho! The broody elf tells a joke!
• Fenris: I don't brood.
• Varric: Friend, if your brooding were any more impressive, women would swoon as you passed. They'd have broody babies in your honor.
• Fenris: You're a very odd Dwarf.
• Varric: And you thought I was joking about the pin.

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• Varric: So where's your beard, elf?
• Fenris: Elves don't grow beards.
• Varric: Huh. I thought maybe you'd shaved it off in a fit of broody pique.
• Fenris: So you're a funny dwarf.

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• Varric: Is brooding a sport in Tevinter? Do they hold competitions? Hand out trophies for the best scowls?
• Fenris: I'm not "brooding."
• Varric: Moping, then. You seem like you're a champion at it.
• Fenris: I'm perfectly content at the moment.
• Varric: Oh, so that's you smiling? Hm. Glad you clarified that. I'd never have known.

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• Varric: You know you still owe me five sovereigns, elf.
• Fenris: I'm good for it.
• Varric: So, you think you can win the coin from Isabela? Good luck with that/So you're going to borrow it from Hawke? (if Hawke romanced Fenris or this dialogue appears before you meet Isabela or after she leaves)
• Varric: Coming to the Hanged Man for Wicked Grace later?
• Fenris: Never miss it.

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• Fenris: So...who is Bianca?
• Varric: She's my crossbow.
• Fenris: But why Bianca? You must have named her after someone.
• Varric: Nope, Mirabelle was taken.
• Fenris: The way you fondle your weapon is disturbing.
• Varric: Hey! I'm a perfect gentleman. In public.

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• Varric: So...you and Hawke?
• Fenris: What about us?
• Varric: Want to make sure I get all the details right when I tell the story. Did you sweep her off her feet or was it the other way around?
• Fenris: I'm not telling you anything but this: There was no actual sweeping involved.
• Varric: Every little bit helps, elf.

(If female Hawke romanced Fenris)

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• Varric: So...you and Hawke?
• Fenris: What about us?
• Varric: Want to make sure I get all the details right when I tell the story. Did he sweep you off your feet? I'm assuming he did the sweeping. He's taller than you. Awkward, otherwise.
• Fenris: I'm not telling you anything but this: There was no actual sweeping involved.
• Varric: Every little bit helps, elf.

(If male Hawke romanced Fenris)

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• Varric: So what do you do in that gigantic house all day?
• Fenris: Dance, of course
• Varric: Really?
• Fenris: I run from room to room, choreographing routines.
• Varric: Huh, you're actually joking! Alert the Chantry! They need to put this on the calendar.
• Fenris: And you thought I was always serious.

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