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*'''Fenris''': Still. You did the right thing. Many would turn a blind eye.
 
*'''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.
 
*'''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?
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*'''Fenris''': Not this again.
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*'''Isabela''': I heard that Tevinter slaves are kept oiled so they glisten. Did your master oil you up? Did you glisten for him?
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*'''Fenris''': I was his bodyguard.
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*'''Isabela''': Always close at hand. Always within reach. Glistening.
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*'''Fenris''': You have an entire story written in your head already, don't you?
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*'''Isabela''': Mmm.
   
 
==Isabela and [[Merrill]]==
 
==Isabela and [[Merrill]]==

Revision as of 20:20, 15 March 2011

Isabela's dialogue contains the conversations she shares with The Warden in Dragon Age: Origins and with Hawke's companions in Dragon Age II.

Dialogue: Dragon Age Origins

  • Isabela: "Hmm... strong hands. Could I entice you to leave your order and sign up as one of my crewmen? I could use those strong hands at my... helm."
  • Warden: "I don't know anything about sailing."
  • Isabela: "The ship is the best teacher. She will guide you with her sighs... her shudders, her gentle swaying as she rides the crests of the waves."
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  • Isabela: "She's quite feisty, isn't she?"
  • Warden: "She bites too."
  • Leliana: "I do not!"
  • Isabela: "And you said she was a cloistered sister? I dare say the cloisters must be teaching things other than the Chant of Light."
  • Leliana: "Oh, no, no... I learned those things in Orlais. Bored noblewomen often come up with various methods of self-amusement."
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  • Isabela: "She's quite feisty isn't she?"
  • Warden: "I thought her performance was lackluster today."
  • Leliana: "Lackluster! Well, that's a fine way of complimenting a lady!"
  • Isabela: "Ha! You might be many things, sweet Leliana, but as you have proven today, you are no lady."
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  • Leliana: "L-let us never speak of this again."
  • Isabela: "Yes, I agree."
  • Zevran: "I don't mind never speaking of it again, as long as we could do it again."
  • Leliana: "That's a thought..."
  • Isabela: "Am I getting old, or has Zevran become even more depraved over the years?"
  • Zevran: "I've been about Grey Wardens. Perhaps the taint has rubbed off on me some, hmm? (Chuckles)"
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  • Isabela: "My dear, you wouldn't consider...leaving Alistair with me, would you? Perhaps let me borrow him for a week every summer? I'm sure we could work out a deal."
  • Warden: "Would you lend me your ship?"
  • Isabela: "Of course not! You would misuse the ship-- Which, I suppose, is exactly what I would do with Alistair, though I suspect he would enjoy it while the ship wouldn't."
  • Alistair: "Not that the idea of being borrowed isn't terribly fascinating, but let's not forget the darkspawn. There may not be a week every summer, or any summer."
  • Isabela: "Darkspawn! Is this the only thing men think about these days? What about the good old obsessions? Breasts, firm buttocks, wet frocks?"
  • Alistair: "Hmm... wet frocks..."

Dialogue: Dragon Age 2

Isabela and Hawke

  • Hawke: "Stab first, ask questions later?"
  • Isabela: "Trust me, it's better this way."
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  • Hawke: "You haven't exactly thought this out, have you?"
  • Isabela: "I haven't exactly worked out all of the kinks. Step one, we find Castillon... step two, I don't know. Something exciting happens. Step three, profit. Any questions?"
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  • Isabela: Speaking of romance... You and Fenris, eh? That taut, controlled body, the brooding demeanor and intense gaze... I hear he still wears the shackles from his life in bondage...under his clothes. You know what they say about men like that, don't you?
  • Hawke: (Sighs) I'm going to regret asking you to continue, aren't I?
  • Isabela: He can't find a saw. (Laughs) I had you there! You thought I was going to say something dirty! (Laughs)

(If Hawke romanced Fenris)

Isabela and Bethany

  • Bethany: I guess you've been with a lot of men.
  • Isabela: Men... Women... Elves... A dwarf in drag once, but I don't recomend that.
  • Bethany: Oh.
  • Isabela: Aw, you're blushing! Why? How many lovers have you had?
  • Bethany: I... I never...
  • Isabela: You're a virgin? Hawke, you've been holding out on the poor girl. Get her a night at the Blooming Rose, on me.
  • Bethany: That's, um... very generous.
  • Isabela: I'm a giver.
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  • Bethany: So... you've been with women... in bed?
  • Isabela: Shocking, isn't it? You see, sweetness, men are only good for one thing, women are good for six.
  • Bethany: Six? Which six?
  • Hawke: Isabela!
  • Isabela: (Laughs)

Isabela and Flemeth

  • Isabela: Friend of yours?
  • Flemeth: You speak the word as if it were cheap coin, meant for spending.
  • Isabela: You don't know me.
  • Flemeth: Oh, I know your type.

Isabela and Leliana

(if you romanced Leliana in Dragon Age: Origins and had a threesome with Isabela)

  • Isabela: Leliana!
  • Leliana: Isabela?
  • Isabela: "Sister Nightingale" indeed. I remember it didn't take much to make you sing.
  • Leliana: *laughs awkwardly*
  • Varric: Is there anyone in Ferelden you haven't slept with?
  • Leliana: Maybe we should get back to the reason I'm here.

Isabela and Anders

  • Isabela: Hello? Is Anders there? Can I speak to Anders?
  • Anders: You can stop yelling. It's always me.
  • Isabela: Oh, good. I didn't want to talk to that other guy. You know, the stick-in-the-mud.
  • Anders: He can still hear you. Justice and I are one. Anyway, you wanted to talk to me?
  • Isabela: Not really, I just wanted to make sure it was you.
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  • Anders: Do you ever have any regrets?
  • Isabela: About what?
  • Anders: Anything? Everything? I can't figure you out.
  • Isabela: The past's past. I learned that young. If it can't bring you gold or giggles, what's the point in dwelling on it?
  • Anders: Maybe the chance to fix a mistake? Make things right again?
  • Isabela: Eh. Our mistakes make us who we are.
  • Anders: That was almost profound.
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  • Anders: You do have an opinion on mages, don’t you?
  • Isabela: I do. I just don't feel a constant need to bring it up. (Sighs) Mages don’t worry me. And I don't believe the Templars when they say I should be worried. I’m more likely to be shanked in a bar than eaten by an abomination. You can hear those coming from a mile away. "Grr. Argh!" "Oh, is that an abomination coming to eat us? We should get out of here!"
  • Anders: Abominations don't go "Grr. Argh."
  • Isabela: They don't? I should rethink the whole thing, then.
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  • Anders: I keep thinking I know you from somewhere.
  • Isabela: You're Ferelden, right? Ever spend time at the Pearl?
  • Anders: That's it! You used to really like that girl with the griffon tattoos, right? What was her name?
  • Isabela: The lay warden?
  • Anders: That's right! I think you were there the night that I...
  • Isabela: Oh! Were you the runaway mage who could do that electricity thing? That was nice!
  • Varric: I... don't think I need to know this about either of you.
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  • Anders: Sometimes I think you have the right idea.
  • Isabela: Handcuffs, whipped cream, always be on top?
  • Anders: I never used to give two bits what anyone thought of me. Justice once asked me why I didn't do more for other mages. I told him it was too much work, but I couldn't go back after that. Couldn't stop thinking about it. Sometimes I miss being that selfish.
  • Isabela: Huh, were you talking? I was still at whipped cream.
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  • Anders: So this relic you lost... how is it that you don't know what it is?
  • Isabela: It was in a box.
  • Anders: And you didn't open it? You managed to resist the urge?
  • Isabela: It was locked. It was a locked box!
  • Anders: Hasn't stopped you before.
  • Isabela: What do you want me to say?
  • Anders: Nothing. I just found it curious, that's all.
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  • Anders: What makes this relic of yours so valuable?
  • Isabela: The same thing that makes anything valuable. Someone is willing to pay for it.
  • Anders: That's not evasive...
  • Isabela: Look. I didn't get where I am by showing my hand.
  • Anders: No, you're hand isn't what I hear you've been showing.

Isabela and Varric

  • Varric: Rivaini, stop looking at my chest. My eyes are up here.
  • Isabela: But the chest hair...
  • Varric: Do you know how much I suffer under your gaze? I am a person, not an object!
  • Isabela: Uh, Varric?
  • Varric: (Laughs) Just shitting you.
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  • Varric: I'll let you run your fingers through it, if you want.
  • Isabela: Your chest hair? My fingers? Oh, Varric, stop! You're making me quiver.
  • Varric: You know you want to.
  • Isabela: Oh, I do... I can't resist you. No woman can.
  • Varric: I know. It's a terrible burden.
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  • Varric: I shit you not, Rivaini, it was this big.
  • Isabela: There's no way. Impossible! I've had hundreds of those in my hands, and they're never that size.
  • Varric: Would I lie about something so critical?
  • Anders: I can't stand it anymore, what are you two talking about?
  • Varric: We're discussing knives of course. Well, daggers technically, I never remember the difference. Why? What did you think we were talking about?
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  • Varric: You know, Rivaini, you promised me you'd tell me how your ship wrecked.
  • Isabela: I was drunk. I thought the reefs around the Wounded Coast were made of candy.
  • Varric: Oh come on.
  • Isabela: And a demon told me to do it. It bet me 60 sovereigns and a bottle of port. You're not the only one around here who can bullshit, you know.

Isabela and Aveline

  • Isabela: Do men find you intimidating? What about Wesley? Did he?
  • Aveline: Isabela...
  • Isabela: What? Too soon?
  • Aveline: Too soon, too personal, too... everything coming from you!
  • Isabela: Ooh, sore spot?
  • Aveline: If you don't shut up, I'll give you a sore spot
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  • Aveline: So, Isabela. You're a captain?
  • Isabela: That's right, big girl. What of it?
  • Aveline: I don't remember your name on any registries. Every ship that docks has to declare.
  • Isabela: I never docked, and you're no port authority.
  • Aveline: And you... are no merchant.
  • Isabela: Ooh... scrutiny.
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(The following two dialogues are just vague impressions, will need an update with exact wording)

  • Aveline: How come you are always so successful with men?
  • Isabela: If you cast your net wide enough you always catch something.
  • Aveline: (Laughs) At least you are admitting it.
  • Isabela: Trust me, I have heard "Go away pirate hag" more than I would like to count.
  • Aveline: How can you bear that?
  • Isabela: Well, they don't know me, I know me.
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  • Aveline: You were right.
  • Isabela: About?
  • Aveline: About knowing yourself.
  • Aveline: As a captain, I see myself strong and young, and I don't look that bad when naked.
  • Isabela: So, what would you say when I tell you that you are a mannish, ball-cracking old lady?
  • Aveline: Shut up, whore.
  • Isabela: That's my girl.
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  • Isabela: And then he says...he says, "I swear I had two when I came in here."
  • Aveline: You are horrible. Every inch.
  • Isabela: Hawke.
  • Aveline: She's not so bad. Except when she is.
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  • Isabela: How's marriage been treating you, big girl?
  • Aveline: It's been good. No, great. I'd forgotten what it was like to-
  • Isabela: Be flipped ass-over-tits and hammered like a bent nail?
  • Aveline: To. Be. Loved.
  • Isabela: Oh. Right. Of course.
  • Aveline: Not that I'm complaining about the other thing.
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(After completing the quest The Long Road (quest) and she got together with guardsmen Donnic Hendyr)

  • Isabela: So, how good is Donnic? Is he cocksure?
  • Aveline: (Sighs) Just... get it out of your system.
  • Isabela: Did he curl your toes?
  • Isabela: Pudding your peach?
  • Isabela: Dampen your Divine?
  • Isabela: Kaddis your Kate?
  • Isabela: Praise your Maker?
  • Isabela: Explore your Deep Roads?
  • Isabela: Gray your Warden?
  • Isabela: How about "satisfy a demand of your Qun."
  • Aveline: Yes, all right? He is an incredibly proficient lover. Happy?
  • Isabela: Whoa! Thats a little personal.

Isabela and Fenris

  • 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 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.

Isabela and Merrill

  • Merrill: How do you do that?
  • Isabela: Do what, kitten?
  • Merrill: You sort of swagger when you walk. I've been trying but I trip over my own feet when I do it.
  • Isabela: You just strut. It's not something you practice.
  • Merrill: How do I learn it then?
  • Isabela: It comes to you. Usually at night. It's like a lover... or maybe a burglar. Either it ravishes you or runs off with all your jewelry. And you have to run it down and stab it in the heart. And... that metaphor got a bit away from me, didn't it?
  • Merrill: I think it did, but it was certainly exciting.
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  • Isabela: It's not always fun and games on the sea, though. There are storms and hostile pirates. And it's trying being cooped up with men who haven't seen a woman in months.
  • Merrill: You're a woman.
  • Isabela: Exactly! And I don't usually let them touch me, so they get... frustrated. I insist all of them get alone time. Helps with the crankiness.
  • Merrill: But they're already lonely! Why would you insist that they be alone some more?
  • Isabela: Merrill.
  • Merrill: What? Did I miss something?
  • Isabela: Go think about it. Maybe it'll come to you.
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  • Merrill: You have many lovers haven't you?
  • Isabela: Fewer than some think.
  • Merrill: But you never stay with them.
  • Isabela: No, why should I?
  • Merrill: But the act of lovemaking is so... intimate.
  • Isabela: I don't "make love". What I do is only skin-deep, Kitten.
  • Isabela: Don't worry your pretty little head about it.
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  • Merrill: How do you suppose the Qunari scratch their heads with those horns in the way?
  • Isabela: Why do you think I would know?
  • Merrill: Because you know lots of things! I wonder if they rub their heads against tree trunks like halla do.
  • Isabela: I'd pay a sovereign to see that.
  • Merrill: No wonder they seem so cranky all the time.
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  • Merrill: What was Llomerryn like? I’ve never heard of a Dalish who’s been there.
  • Isabela: I don’t imagine your people travel between islands much.
  • Merrill: Not really, no.
  • Isabela: I wouldn’t start waterproofing your wagons, then. I don’t think Llomerryn is ready for the Dalish.
  • Merrill: What do you mean? Would we upset the people there?
  • Isabela: It’s not really the sort of place where one turns down a tumble. Even refuse a fortune teller there and they’d run your lot out of town.

Isabela and Sebastian

  • Sebastian: Is this getting you any closer to your ship?
  • Isabela: Huh?
  • Sebastian: I just don't understand why you're working with Hawke. You don't seem to care about anything we do. What's keeping you here?
  • Isabela: Mostly the Blooming Rose. I'm paid up to the end of the year. I'd hate not to use it.
  • Sebastian: The brothel?
  • Isabela: What? Women can't go to brothels too? You're just not using your imagination. Oh look! Now you are. You're cute when you're blushing!

(Alternatively if Hawke and Isabela have slept together)

  • Sebastian: I just don't understand why you're working with Hawke. You don't seem to care about anything we do. What's keeping you here?
  • Isabela: Mostly the sex. Hawke is an absolute tiger between the sheets. I mean all night, every night. Oh cute! You're blushing.
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  • Sebastian: I've noticed you talk about... vulgar things, quite a bit.
  • Isabela: Do you want me to stop? Do I make you... uncomfortable?
  • Sebastian: It was just an observation, really.
  • Isabela: It's a bad habit I picked up from spending time around foul-mouthed pirates. Pirates only care about a small number of very specific things. The sea, strong drink, and booty. Both kinds.