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. Note2: Friendship/Rivalry solutions, shouldn't be mixed with simple quotes (it complicates search)

To get rivalry with Fenris:

• On Long Way Home select 'It did help us' when Merrill removes the barrier for  : rivalry (+10)
• On Long Way Home tell Merrill you will visit her when you make it to the Alienage.  : rivalry (+5)
• On Welcome Home if you told Merrill you would visit her, flirt and be diplomatic (May be other options as well)for  : rivalry (+5)
• When Fenris joins a mage Hawke - select 'Power' for  : rivalry (+25), 'Is this a problem?' for  : rivalry (+20), 'Nothing' for  : rivalry (+15) and 'survival' or 'Find out' for  : rivalry (+10)
• When talking to Fenris at his mansion for the first time, "I like your appearance." + "You want revenge?" + "Never." + "That's right." + Investigate and ask "How long since you escaped?" + "Why bother?" + Return and choose "You whine too much." + "Flatterer." for  : rivalry (+20)
• Bringing Fenris to the Gallows for the first time, choose 'It's wrong to oppress mages' for  : rivalry (+15), 'The circle doesn't work for  : rivalry (+5)
• On Wayward Son, have Fenris threaten the slaver, but opt to not kill the him for  : rivalry (+10).
• On Wayward Son, attempt to reason with the slaver and agree to help Feynriel reach the Dalish after rescuing him for  : rivalry (+10).

For friendship with Fenris:

• On Long Way Home select 'The demon, you mean' when Merril removes the barrier for  : friendship (+10)
• On Long Way Home tell Merril you won't visit  : friendship (+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  : friendship (+20)
• First time you visit the Gallows select 'The circle is necessary' for  : friendship (+5)

Fenris and Hawke

• Fenris: I cannot imagine what it must be like to lose your family.
• Fenris: Anything I could say would be insufficient. I'm sorry.

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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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• 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.

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• Fenris: Why was your friend made Tranquil? Do you know?
• Anders: No, and it doesn't matter. Nobody deserves that.
• Fenris: I know some mages that deserve that.
• Anders: Really? Perhaps they should start making slaves Tranquil -- then they wouldn't dream of escaping! Wouldn't that be wonderful?
• Fenris: Slaves do not attract demons that try to possess them.
• Anders: Which clearly justifies it? What a perfect solution!

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(If Hawke romanced Fenris)

• 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 Isabela is in the party)

• Isabela: Oh, will you two get over yourselves? You're like two dogs around a bitch in heat.
• Fenris: We were talking about Hawke. Not you.

(If Isabela is in the party and you slept with her as well)

• Isabela: Oh, will you two get over yourselves? I did her/him too.

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(If Hawke spent the night with Fenris, but moved on to Anders)

• Anders: You were an idiot to leave Hawke.
• Fenris: And you were fast enough to replace me.
• Anders: I love him/her. You have no idea what that means.
• Fenris: Do not bare your heart to me, mage, unless you would have me rip it out.

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(If Hawke spent the night with Fenris, but moved on to Anders)

• Fenris: You... are living with Hawke now?
• Anders: What of it?
• Fenris: Be good to him/her. Break his/her heart, and I will kill you.

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• Anders: Not all mages are weak.
• Fenris: True. Hawke, for instance, is not weak. (If Hawke is a mage) / Bethany, for instance, is not weak.
• Anders: I notice you specifically didn't mention me.
• Fenris: That is also true.
• 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: I seem to recall you saying something a while ago...
• Anders: Shut up.
• Fenris: "I can control it." Wasn't that what you said?
• Anders: So help me...

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• Anders: You ever going to stop harping on the mages here?
• Fenris: No.
• Anders: They aren't what you saw in Tevinter.
• Fenris: The moment they are free, mages will make themselves magisters.
• Anders: They're slaves! You should want to help them.
• Fenris: I don't.

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• Fenris: Is there something you want, Anders?
• Anders: You really don't have the temperament for a slave.
• Fenris: Is that a compliment or an insult?
• Anders: I'm just wondering how your master didn't kill you?
• Fenris: How have the Templars not killed you?
• Anders: I'm charming.

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• Anders: Did you ever think about killing yourself?
• Fenris: I could ask you the same thing.
• Anders: I'm serious. To get out of slavery, to escape Danarius...don't tell me you never thought about it.
• Fenris: I did not. To kill oneself is a sin in the eyes of the Maker.
• Anders: You...believe that?
• Fenris: I try to. Some things must be worse than slavery.
• Anders: Some things are worse than death.

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• Anders: You must know that the Templars are wrong.
• Fenris: Must I? I see Templars trying to control what they have good reason to fear.
• Anders: But they go too far.
• Fenris: Talk to Hawke about his/her mother. Ask him/her who went "too far".
• Anders: You can't hold all mages responsible for that!
• Fenris: It doesn't take all mages to cause this. Only the weak ones.

(if Hawke romanced Fenris)

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• Anders: Do you still support the Knight-Commander?
• Fenris: I don't care a fig for her. But she's the only one holding back the madness in this city.
• Anders: Holding back? She's howling at the bloody moon!
• Anders: Even her own people think she's lost it.
• Anders: What will it take for you to see that she's crazy?
• Fenris: Mages in glass houses shouldn't throw fireballs.

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• Anders: I know it isn't my place to criticize, but...
• Anders: Are you sure about Fenris?
• Anders: He seems less a man to me than a wild dog.
• Hawke: You just don't know him.
• Anders: I know as much as I'm ever likely to.
• Fenris: That's right, mage.
• Anders: He has let one bad experience color his whole world. Surely you want someone more openminded?
• Fenris: A mage and a hypocrite. What company you keep. (to Hawke)

(if Hawke romanced Fenris and with Fenris in party)

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.

(with Varric in the party)

• Varric: It is if he's a betting man.
• Fenris: I disavow any knowledge of gambling occurring in my house.

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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.

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• Fenris: I understand you're named after a famous knight?
• Aveline: Everyone always brings up the name.
• Fenris: I've not heard of Ser Aveline -- is she very famous?
• Aveline: Really? They don't tell of her glorious downfall in Tevinter?
• Fenris: Not to slaves.
• Aveline: Pardon me for saying so, but thank the Maker for that.

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• Fenris: You do not like your name?
• Aveline: My name is a wish my father made. And I did want to be a knight, but...
• Fenris: I see. Still, it's a good name. A strong name.
• Aveline: What were you named after?
• Fenris: I don't know my real name. My master called me Fenris, his "little wolf".
• Aveline: Could you not call yourself something different now?
• Fenris: Couldn't you?
• Aveline: A fine point.

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• Aveline: Are you safe, Fenris?
• Fenris: No.
• Aveline: You know, some guards give people the opportunity to lie if it will keep the peace.
• Fenris: You can see what I am. Lie to yourself if you must.

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• Aveline: I'm going through Jeven's neglected reports. Some involve you and requests about you.
• Fenris: By whom?
• Aveline: I don't know. They look old, poorly kept. But you should be on your best behavior.
• Fenris: Thank you for getting rid of them.
• Aveline: I didn't.

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• Fenris: It feels good to be captain of the guard, yes?
• Aveline: No, I will not change the patrols around your mansion again. There's already been too many questions.
• Fenris: You wound my pride with such accusations.
• Aveline: But you were going to ask.
• Fenris: Eventually.
• Aveline: (Laughs) I'll look at the roster and see what I can do.

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• Aveline: All right, I'm just going to say it. Fenris, you need to present yourself better.
• Fenris: What are you talking about?
• Aveline: You're squatting in Hightown. I sympathize with your claims, but your neighbors have influence.
• Fenris: My claims?
• Aveline: To the estate. "Rightfully stolen" isn't exactly something I can forward to the Viscount. Be more...discreet about yourself.
• Fenris: I shall endeavor to exist with less offense.

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• Aveline: Fenris, did you consider my offer for you to train the guard in Tevinter fighting techniques?
• Fenris: My abilities were inflicted, not taught. I will not pass that on.
• Aveline: Some good should come of them.
• Fenris: No.

Fenris and Carver

• Carver: So... this master of yours wants your markings back? Skin and all?
• Fenris: So his hunters told me. Unwillingly.
• Carver: So why not cover them up? Wouldn't that make you harder to find?
• Fenris: Let them come. I am not one to hide.
• Carver: Still, if it were me--
• Fenris: It's not.

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• Carver: So you've really never thought of hiding from those hunters?
• Fenris: To what end?
• Carver: So you could, I don't know, have a life?
• Fenris: What life do you have? There are no hunters after you at all.
• Carver: I have a life!
• Fenris: One that you complain about. We are not always free to do as we wish, as you should well know.
• Carver: I do have a life.
• Fenris: Then I stand corrected.

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• Carver: You're very different from other elves.
• Fenris: Oh? You know them all?
• Carver: No. I just... you look different. There's no denying that.
• Fenris: It is what I am. And unlike the problems you claim to have, I really did have no choice.
• Carver: Do we know anyone who isn't brooding every hour of the day?
• Fenris: Like attracts like, it seems.

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• Carver: You know, Fenris, I have a tattoo.
• Fenris: You have a what?
• Carver: A tattoo. A lot of us got them before Ostagar. It's a Mabari. For strength.
• Fenris: Does it curse you with the ability to reach into a man and tear out his insides?
• Carver: Uh. I can make it bark.
• Fenris: Please don't.

(Next line depends on the third companion present)

• Anders: Yes, refrain.
• Aveline: Agreed.
• Isabela: Rather see it wag.
• Merrill: That's... ew.
• Varric: Seconded.

• Hawke: (Sighs)

Fenris and Flemeth

• Fenris: A witch! (with Fenris in party when Hawke gives the amulet to the Dalish)
• Aveline: Calm yourself, we know this one. (if in party)
• Fenris: You are no simple witch.

(when Hawke asks for his opinion)

• Fenris: I have seen powerful mages, spirits, and abominations. But you are none of those things. What are you?
• Flemeth: Such a curious lad. The chains are broken, but are you truly free?
• Fenris: You see much.

Fenris and Isabela

• 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'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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• Isabela: This one time, I was sailing to Llomerryn and there was a fight between two of my men.
• Isabela: It was over a dice game, or the last piece of toast or something. Sailors--they’re touchy about their toast.
• Fenris: Is this going anywhere?
• Isabela: It will if you let me finish.
• Isabela: So, there’s a knife fight, and Jim ends up with a broken-off blade stuck in his shoulder.
• Isabela: It’s buried deep in there, and we’re out at sea, at least a week from the nearest port.
• Isabela: If you were there, you could’ve reached in and plucked that blade right from his flesh.
• Fenris: That’s your whole point?
• Isabela: Pretty much.

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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.

if Fenris is in romance with Hawke

• Fenris: I suggest keeping your distance.
• Isabela: Now you're just making it challenging.

if no romance

• 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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• 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.

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• Fenris: So I hear you think mages should be free.
• Isabela: Everyone should be free. Not just mages.
• Fenris: Not everyone's dangerous.
• Isabela: It's not about who's dangerous. It's about having choices made for you. Don't you wish you had the choice not to have lyrium stuck under your skin?
• Fenris: I do.
• Isabela: (Sighs) This is silly. I don't want to argue.
• Fenris: Do you want to guess what color my underclothes are again?
• Isabela: Oh, yes, that's much more fun.

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(if Fenris is not in a romance with Hawke)

• Isabela: That night, I can't stop thinking about it.
• Fenris: Well, then I'll see you later.
• Isabela: That was direct.
• Fenris: I thought I'd get straight to the point. Were you expecting flowers or something?
• Isabela: Don't be absurd.
• Fenris: Then I'll see you tonight.

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• Fenris: I still don't understand why Hawke saved you.
• Isabela: You've been saying that for years. Would you have turned me over to the Qunari?
• Fenris: No, but I know what they do to their prisoners.
• Isabela: Execute them horribly, I imagine.
• Fenris: The Qunari waste nothing. They would reeducate you into a loyal follower of the Qun.
• Isabela: Pfft. Could I refuse?
• Fenris: There's always qamek, which turns you into a mindless laborer. Like I said, they waste nothing.
• Isabela: Oh.
• Fenris: If you wish to thank Hawke, she's standing right there.

(First line needs verified.)

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.

Or, depending on where the player is in the storyline,

• Fenris: Avert your eyes, witch.
• Merrill: You said I was dwelling on "useless" history, but what are you doing?
• Merrill: The past is important, to you and to all of us. We must know it to move forward.
• Fenris: Yet I have made no deal with a demon to learn of my past.
• 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 don't wish...that maybe you hadn't found her again?
• Fenris: Whatever I wish, it is already done.
• 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.
• Fenris: You pity him because he's you.
• 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: I don't want your pity.
• Merrill: Are you talking to me?
• 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 different, they exist to preserve the old ways, and to protect our people.
• Fenris: And none of them would ever fall prey for a demon, or perform blood magic?
• Merrill: It's impossible to talk to you!

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(on Sundermount, during 'A New Path')

• Fenris: You can feel how thin the veil is here. A perfect place to bury your dead. The ancient elves were brilliant.
• Merrill: It wasn't always like this.
• Fenris: Are you sure about that? Logic wasn't our strong point, from the sound of it.

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• Fenris: This... Keeper of yours, 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 the sacrifice of someone who cared for you that much isn't wasted.

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• Merrill: You've probably never met a Dalish before, have you?
• Fenris: I wouldn't know.
• Merrill: I'm sure you'd be able to tell. Dalish aren't much like the elves in the cities.
• Fenris: The smug sense of superiority does give you away.

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• Merrill: Certainly your people have stories about the Dalish. No?
• Fenris: My people?
• Merrill: The elves in Tevinter. They must have heard of us.
• Fenris: They've heard. They just don't care.
• Merrill: But if they ran away, the Dalish would help them.
• Fenris: You might as well say, "If they flew into the sky, they could live in the clouds".
• Merrill: What would they eat in the clouds? There is nothing there but fluff and the occasional bird.
• Fenris: This is why nobody takes the Dalish seriously.

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• Fenris: See for yourself. The legacy of the magisters.
• Merrill: They sacrifice the unwilling?
• Fenris: Is that so hard to believe? You are only one step away from it yourself.
• Merrill: That's not true.
• Fenris: Believe what you like. In my experience, mages always find a way to justify their need for power.

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• Merrill: You never come to the alienage, Fenris.
• Fenris: I don't live in the alienage.
• Merrill: Don't you care about the plight of our people? Not even a little bit?
• Fenris: I don't need to visit the alienage to know what they suffer. I know it better than you.
• Merrill: I've lived there for years! I see it firsthand!
• Fenris: And I lived it.

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• Merrill: Pol...what was he thinking? He acted like I was a monster...
• Fenris: You are a monster.

Fenris and Sebastian

• Sebastian: It's our duty to tell the templars.
• Fenris: Then why haven't you done it?
• Sebastian: I guess I was hoping they'd come to it on their own.
• Fenris: And then you wouldn't have to betray Hawke's friends, right?
• Sebastian: That's not reason enough to allow a maleficar to walk free. Which of us should do it? Shall we draw lots?
• Fenris: Uh-uh. You want to turn them in, you work it out with Hawke.

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• 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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• Fenris: The Maker didn’t free me
• Sebastian: I see you’ve been thinking about what I said.
• Fenris: I freed myself. If the Maker did anything, he watched. Why should I thank him for that?
• Sebastian: Is it so hard to believe the maker cares for you? Maybe He gave you the chance to escape.
• Fenris: It doesn’t feel like the Maker cares for me, or anyone.
• Sebastian: We all make our own choices to do good as well as evil. That is our own path, not the Maker’s.
• Fenris: Perhaps. It’s been a... long time since I gave it any thought.
• Sebastian: It’s not too late to start.

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• Sebastian: Were you ever dedicated in the faith of the chantry?
• Fenris: I have no memory of my childhood. Danarius 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, serah, 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.

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• Varric: You really oughtta take that offer, elf. It would keep the coterie off your back pretty much permanently.
• Fenris: I don’t need employment.
• Varric: But it wouldn’t kill you to make some friends in this city. Three years and you’re still practically a ghost.
• Fenris: I prefer it that way.
• Varric: Healthy attitude there. Huh. Forget I said anything.

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• Varric: So elf, that thing you do with your hand...
• Fenris: I can already tell this isn't going anywhere pleasant.
• Varric: I bet that makes pickpocketing easier.
• Fenris: I'll try it some time and find out.