Isabela/Dialogue

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 II

Isabela and Hawke

During Fools Rush In

• Hawke: "Stab first, ask questions later?"
• Isabela: "Trust me, it's better this way."

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During No Rest for the Wicked

• 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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If Hawke romanced Fenris, speak to her in The Hanged Man

• 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)

OR

• Hawke: I haven't seen any shackles. You're just making things up.
• Isabela: Oh. But... I had this joke lined up.
• Isabela: You're no fun.

OR

• Hawke: Keep it to youself, Isabela.
• Isabela: You're no fun.

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If Hawke romanced Merrill, speak to her in The Hanged Man

• Isabela: Speaking of romance...
• Isabela: You're interested in Merrill, aren't you?
• Hawke: I have feelings for her/I'm that obvious, am I?
• Isabela: Well, that's good. She always seemed a little lonely.
• Isabela: I get the feeling the girl's messing in something big and dangerous.
• Isabela: Look out for her, will you? Make sure she doesn't hurt herself.
• Isabela: Oh, and if you do anything nasty to her, I'll cut off your balls. (male Hawke)

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if Hawke has slept with Isabela

• Hawke: "So when do I get the grand tour?"
• Isabela: "Haven't you already - Oh, you mean the ship."

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When entering the Blooming Rose for the first time

• Isabela: "The difference between whores and courtesans is...well, they have nicer shoes."
• Hawke: "I don't think anyone's looking at their shoes."

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After you completed All That Remains and you romanced Isabela and your sibling died during The Deep Roads Expedition

• Isabela: "I... uh. I feel I should say... something."
• Hawke: "I know you're not good at... emotional stuff."
• Isabela: "At least your mother loved you. Not everyone can say that."
• Hawke: "Mother was all I had left."
• Isabela: "You don't really think that, do you?"
• Isabela: "Family's not just the people you're related to by blood. There are other people who care about you."
• Isabela: "Like... Aveline."

Isabela and Anders

ACT I

• 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.
• Anders: Anyway, you wanted to talk to me?
• Isabela: Not really. I just wanted to make sure it was you.

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• Anders: I keep thinking I know you from somewhere...
• Isabela: You're Fereldan, right? Ever spend time at the Pearl?
• Anders: That's it!
• Anders: You used to really like that girl with the griffin tattoos, right? What was her name?
• Isabela: The Lay Warden?
• Anders: That's right! I think you were there the night I—
• Isabela: Oh! Were you the runaway mage who could do that electricity thing? That was nice...
• Hawke: Please stop talking. Now.

Or if Varric is in the party

• Varric: I don't think I need to know this about either of you.

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• Anders: Isabela, you never talk about the mages' plight.
• Isabela: What's there to say?
• Anders: There's plenty to say.
• Isabela: And you say enough for the lot of us, don't you think?
• Anders: So you're telling me you have no opinion on the matter?
• Isabela: None whatsoever!
• Anders: That can't be true.
• Isabela: No, I'm afraid I'm really this shallow.

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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.
• Anders: Justice once asked me why I didn't do more for other mages. I told him it was too much work.
• Anders: But I couldn't go back after that. Couldn't stop thinking about it.
• Anders: Sometimes, I miss being that selfish.
• Isabela: Huh? Were you talking? I was still at "whipped cream."

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ACT II

• Anders: What makes this relic of yours so valuable?
• Isabela: The same thing that makes anything valuable. Someone's willing to pay for it.
• Anders: That's not evasive.
• Isabela: Look, I didn't get where I am by showing my hand, you know?
• Anders: No, your hand isn't what I hear you've been showing.

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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: So, this relic you lost... how is it 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: You do have an opinion on mages, don’t you?
• Isabela: Of course I do. I just don't feel a constant need to bring it up.
• Isabela: (Sighs) Mages don’t worry me. And I don't believe the templars when they say I should be worried.
• Isabela: I’m more likely to be shanked in a bar than eaten by an abomination. You can hear those coming a mile away.
• Isabela: "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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ACT III

• Anders: You're not nearly as selfish as you pretend.
• Isabela: Hey! You take that back!
• Anders: You had your relic. You were gone. There was no reason for you to come back and face the Qunari.
• Isabela: I still don't have a ship. I thought I could get one.
• Anders: From a bunch of shipwrecked Qunari?
• Isabela: From the Viscount. I just got here late.
• Anders: I always knew you had a heart of gold.
• Isabela: Shh! Don't tell anyone.

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• Anders: I don't know how you live the way you do, blithely ignoring the consequences of your actions.
• Isabela: This is about the Qunari thing, isn't it? I'm not ignoring it. I just recognize that it happened years ago.
• Isabela: There's this fantastic thing called "moving on." You should try it sometime.
• Anders: Has it occurred to you that Kirkwall is only just recovering from the Qunari attack?
• Isabela: And you want me to... what? Flog myself daily?
• Isabela: Has it occurred to you that maybe there's no justice in the world? Other than that voice you keep in your head.

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• Anders: I can't believe you're still not taking sides.
• Isabela: I told you, I only like to be on top.
• Anders: I mean against the templars! You like freedom, right? You hate slavery.
• Anders: Why wouldn't you side with the mages?
• Isabela: Maybe I just don't like you.

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• Anders: There is justice in the world.
• Isabela: Is there? You want to free the mages. Let's say you do, but to get there, you kill a bunch of innocent people.
• Isabela: What about them? Don't they then deserve justice?
• Anders: Yes.
• Isabela: And then what? Where does it end?
• Isabela: It's like a bar brawl. People are continuously pulled into the fray, and nobody remembers why it started.
• Isabela: Justice is an idea. It makes sense in a world of ideas, but not in our world.

Isabela and Aveline

ACT I

• 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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• 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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• Isabela: You have such pretty hair. What a lovely color.
• Aveline: Other children used to laugh at me for having ginger hair.
• Isabela: Really? Aww. I bet you were cute. Did you have pigtails?
• Aveline: Sometimes.
• Isabela: How precious! Little Aveline, running around the village with her flaming orange pigtails streaming behind her...
• Isabela: ...and little boys all scattering and screaming for mercy as she approached.
• Aveline: Shut up, whore.

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Only if you complete The Way It Should Be

• Isabela: Well. "Captain." Can I call you captain? You can call me captain.
• Aveline: I won't be doing that.
• Isabela: Neither will I. Because you're a guard captain. No real authority. Not like on a ship.
• Aveline: Well, you would know about having a large number of men under you.
• Isabela: You've been waiting to use that one. Did you practice?
• Aveline: Shut up.

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When entering the Blooming Rose for the first time

• Isabela: "The difference between whores and courtesans is...well, they have nicer shoes."
• Aveline: I think your shoes are fine.
• Isabela: Look at you being funny! That might even get you a man someday.

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ACT II

• Aveline: I had trouble with another one of your women, Isabela. She stole from a... distracted client. You're lucky she wasn't jailed.
• Isabela: My women? I am but a shepherd. And what free enterprise are you oppressing now?
• Aveline: Theft is not enterprise.
• Isabela: Opportunities insufficiently guarded. Victimless crimes.
• Aveline: Except for all the victims.
• Isabela: Details. Victimless details.

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• Aveline: How are you so successful with men? You're not that pretty.
• Isabela: Cast a wide enough net, and you're bound to catch something.
• Aveline: (Laughs) At least you're willing to admit it.
• Isabela: Trust me. I've heard, "Get away from me, you pirate hag!" more times than I care to count.
• Aveline: Doesn't that bother you?
• Isabela: Why should it? They don't know me. I know me.

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• Aveline: You're right.
• Isabela: About?
• Aveline: About knowing who you are.
• Aveline: I'm the captain of the guard. I'm loyal, strong, and I don't look too bad naked.
• Isabela: Exactly. And if I called you a mannish, awkward, ball-crushing do-gooder, you'd say...?
• Aveline: Shut up, whore.
• Isabela: That's my girl.

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During The Long Road. Isabela must be in the party when you speak to Aveline after posting the duty roster, and choose, "You've been alone this long?"

• Hawke: So you've been by yourself since we came to Kirkwall?
• Isabela: Wait, you've gone four years without? You must creak like a rusty hinge.
• Aveline: Many people have their lives because of me.
• Isabela: But poor you, no life of your own.
• Aveline: We both place others above ourselves. I happen to do it clothed.

(Isabela approaches Aveline)

• Isabela: You're splitting hairs, but wishing someone would split yours.
• Aveline: I've had enough of your loose lips. Like many, I'm sure.

(they get in each other's face)

• Isabela: Oh, touché. Prig!
• Aveline: Slattern!

(Hawke steps in)

• Hawke: If I might put this back on track.

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After completing The Long Road

• 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 will say four of the following at random:

• Isabela: Dwarf your beard?
• Isabela: Arl your Eamon?
• Isabela: Shank your Jory?
• Isabela: Praise your Maker?
• Isabela: Grope your grinder?
• Isabela: Establish his canon?
• Isabela: Kaddis your Katie?
• Isabela: Dampen your Divine?
• Isabela: Pamper your Paragon?
• Isabela: Grey your Warden?
• Isabela: Pudding your peach?
• Isabela: Float your frigate?
• Isabela: Explore your Deep Roads?

The fifth will always be one of the following:

• Isabela: How about "satisfy a demand of your Qun."
• Isabela: Or did he Cup your Joining?
• Isabela: Or master your taint? That's an old one.
  
  
• Aveline: Yes, all right? He is an incredibly proficient lover. Happy?
• Isabela: Well that's rather personal, don't you think?

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ACT III

• Aveline: You didn't come to my solstice dinner party.
• Isabela: Look at you! Dinner parties, cooking... do you have a lace apron yet, or should I get one for you?
• Aveline: Don't change the subject. I sent you an invitation, and you didn't show up.
• Isabela: I thought it would be... I mean, I don't know. I just don't do family gatherings.
• Isabela: Besides, one day you and Donnic will have children, and I'll be the last person you want around them.
• Isabela: Imagine all the awkward questions you'd have to answer. "Mother, what's a Slattern?"
• Aveline: I'll just point at you and say, "That's a Slattern."

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• Isabela: So, Donnic was in the Rose.
• Aveline: He was not!
• Isabela: Easy, big girl. He wasn't shopping for himself. You're lucky to have a man who wants to please you.
• Isabela: But, maybe you could indulge him more. Are there areas of intimacy you haven't explored?
• Aveline: Why? Why do you give me these doubts!
• Isabela: Aveline. If you shove your thumb up his ass, I win.

The last line depends on who else is in the party:

• Anders: Just... no.
• Fenris: (laughs)
• Merrill: Ew!
• Varric: Ah, that old chestnut.
• Sebastian: Ugh. Maker.
• Hawke: (Coughs)

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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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• Aveline: You know, Isabela, if someone had told me that I'd put up with you for all these years, I'd have punched them flat.
• Isabela: And if someone had told me I'd still be here, I'd have done the same.

If No Rest for the Wicked has been completed

• Aveline: You have your ship, what's stopping you?

Otherwise

• Aveline: Save your bits, you'll have your ship one day.
• Isabela: And what would you do without me as a constant headache in the Rose?
• Aveline: Someone would rush to fill the hole. You know, like you never left.
• Isabela: That's my girl.
• Aveline: Maybe you win once in a while.

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• Aveline: (Laughs)
• Isabela: And then he says...he says, "I swear I had two when I came in here."
• Isabela: You know, those stains never did come out.
• Aveline: You are horrible. Every inch.
• Isabela: You love it, big girl. And you owe me for the bottle.
• Isabela: Hawke.
• Aveline: She's not so bad. Except when she is.

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• Aveline: Isabela, I realize that you are always prepared for a sudden random phallus, but for your own safety, shut your mouth!

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During Champions and Captains, and you choose "How was the honeymoon?"

• Hawke: You never said how your three weeks in Orlais went.
• Aveline: You're right. I didn't.
• Isabela: Ohh. Shivery.

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During On The Loose, when talking with Emile de Launcet

• Isabela: Aww, he's like you were. Do you remember, Aveline? When you were stupid over Donnic?
• Aveline: Yes, I remember. Thank you.

Isabela and Bethany

• Bethany: What were you before you were a pirate?
• Isabela: I had a husband. He didn’t beat me, that’s about the best I can say about it.
• Bethany: So you left him?
• Isabela: He was murdered. By my lover. It was all very... Antivan.
• Bethany: Oh. I don’t think I’d like to live in Antiva.

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• Bethany: So you've... been with women. In bed?
• Isabela: I know. Shocking, isn't it?
• Isabela: You see, sweetness, men are only good for one thing. Women are good for six.
• Bethany: Six? Which six?
• Hawke: Isabela!
• Isabela: (Laughs)

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• Bethany: I guess you've been with a lot of men.
• Isabela: Men. Women. Elves. A dwarf in drag once, but I don't recommend 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: That book you were reading this morning, "Hesserian's Spear"— I don't think he had a spear in the legends.
• Isabela: He does in this one. Read the description.
• Bethany: "Andraste knelt before no man but her Maker, but she hadn't counted on the archon Hesserian."
• Bethany: "Can Hesserian penetrate the tight-knit defenses of the warrior-prophetess? Will she be prepared to face the full blast of his... power?"
• Bethany: Wait a minute... Isabela! This is a vulgar thing!
• Isabela: You want to borrow it?
• Bethany: No!
• Isabela: You sure? It has pictures!
• Bethany: Not listening! I'm not listening!

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(When entering the barracks)

• Isabela: Coming here of my own free will feels wrong... Like diddling a sister.
• Bethany: Why? Why do you say these things?

Isabela and Carver

• Isabela: I saw you at the Blooming Rose the other night.
• Carver: What? No you didn't.
• Isabela: I suppose someone else stole your chin to romance Faith?
• Carver: (Scoffs) That's unlikely. She wasn't even working.
• Isabela: Mm-hmm. Got you.
• Hawke: Carver, what would Mother say? (If Hawke never slept with anyone in the Blooming Rose)
• Carver: You're just... that's not what I... shit!

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• Carver: So, Isabela. You captained a ship? That's a lot of men to handle. For you to command.
• Isabela: Well aren't you just adorable fumbling for a topic.
• Carver: You say that like I'm harmless.
• Isabela: As harmless as a pup that will someday grow into its fangs and sink them deep.
• Carver: Sure, keep teasing. I'll show you how much of a pup I am.
• Isabela: I know. That's why I do it.

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• Isabela: You look like a man I once dueled.
• Isabela: He was a little intimated by my reputation as a vicious pirate, but rose to the challenge.
• Carver: He looked like me, you say?
• Isabela: It went on all night, under the stars, the waves lapping at our ankles.
• Carver: On the beach? In the surf? How did you get proper footing?
• Isabela: We didn't. There was quite a bit of tumbling around, and we were soaked and sore by the time the sun came up.
• Carver: Did you... win?
• Isabela: I managed to get on top in the end, but I considered it a tie.

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• Carver: Why is it always about sex with you?
• Isabela: It's not. Sometimes it's about sex with other people.
• Carver: You see? It comes up every single time we talk.
• Isabela: We're just talking, Carver. If it comes up, that's not my fault.
• Carver: What? I mean... that's not what I meant. It... it doesn't!
• Carver: I hate you so much.

Isabela and Fenris

ACT I

• 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: 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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• 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 pretty eyes.
• Fenris: I... have pretty eyes.
• Isabela: You elves have such pretty eyes, even the men. It 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: 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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In front of The Hanged Man

• Fenris: I still don't get the name. Did they hang someone here?
• Isabela: It means being drunk.

If Varric is in the party

• Varric: Actually they used to hang men there. By their feet...until they starved.
• Fenris: Well, good thing they were drunk then.

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While speaking to Jethann in The Blooming Rose during the quest The First Sacrifice

• Isabela: Ooh, I like him. He reminds me of someone.
• Fenris: Can't imagine who.

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ACT II

• 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.
• Isabela: 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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• 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 Hawke is romancing Fenris:

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

If not:

• 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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ACT III

• Isabela: You seem especially broody today.
• Fenris: Does it bother you? Should I stop?
• Isabela: No, don't stop. But could you add some smoldering to the routine? Just for me?
• Fenris: Smolder?
• Isabela: Oh, and while you're at it, perhaps some cold insolence.
• Fenris: You want me to smolder and be cold at the same time? Those don't go together...
• Isabela: Shush. Don't distract me with your logic.

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• Fenris: So you engaged a Qunari dreadnaught in battle.
• Isabela: They engaged me in battle. I was just trying to get away.
• Isabela: Sailing into the storm was a gamble. Took care of the dreadnaught, but it did us in too. Can't win them all.
• Fenris: Where I come from, we would call that insanity.
• Isabela: Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

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• Fenris: I still can't believe 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, he's/she's standing right there.

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If neither is 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.

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*

If Merrill is in the party:

• Merrill: I like singing. Were you in a choir together?
• Isabela: Not exactly, Kitten.

If Varric is in the party:

• Varric: Is there anyone in Ferelden you haven't slept with?

• Leliana: Perhaps we should get back to the reason I'm here.

Isabela and Merrill

ACT I

• 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.
• Isabela: Either it ravishes you or runs off with all your jewelry. And you have to run it down and stab it in the heart.
• Isabela: 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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• Merrill: Do you really like sailing?
• Isabela: Like it? I love it! The salt spray on my face, the wind whipping by my ears, the gulls screaming overhead—I love it all.
• Merrill: Don't you get sick? I was so sick on our trip across the sea.
• Isabela: Were you in the hold?
• Merrill: Everyone was in the hold.
• Isabela: There's your problem. You need to be up on deck, under the sky, with nothing between you and the horizon.
• Isabela: Sailing is like sex. Do it wrong, and it'll make you sick.
• Isabela: But do it right, and there's no feeling in the world like it.

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• Merrill: Do you have a parrot, Isabela?
• Isabela: What would I want a parrot for?
• Merrill: What about a peg leg? Do you have one of those?
• Isabela: You can see that I don't, dear.
• Merrill: Eye patch?
• Isabela: I'm disappointing you terribly, aren't I? And no hook for a hand, either.
• Merrill: Seems that Varric's pirate stories are awfully inaccurate.
• Isabela: He knows, Kitten. He likes them better that way.

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• Isabela: It's not always fun and games on the sea, though. There are storms and hostile pirates.
• Isabela: 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.
• Isabela: 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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While speaking to Jethann in The Blooming Rose during the quest The First Sacrifice

• Isabela: Ooh, I like him. He reminds me of someone.
• Merrill: He does? Who is it?
• Isabela: Think about it, Kitten.
• Merrill: Well, you couldn't have meant Varric, because he's not even an elf—oh... Ohh! You were referring to yourself. Sorry!
• Isabela: See? I knew it'd come to you.

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ACT II

• Merrill: (Sighs) Why do you even like me? I must seem so dull.
• Isabela: What brought this on?
• Merrill: Your life has been... so exciting. The adventures, the duels, the passionate love affairs.
• Merrill: Compared to that, my life is a stale, dry biscuit. (Sighs) I wish I had your life.
• Isabela: No. You don't want my life.
• Merrill: Why?
• Isabela: Because you have a good heart, and you deserve better.

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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 kind of place where one turns down a tumble. Even refuse a fortune teller, and they’d run your lot out of town.

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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: You've had 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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If Hawke is romancing Merrill

• Isabela: You and Hawke... something's there, isn't there?
• Merrill: He's clever, strong, and wonderful. How can anyone not love him?
• Merrill: She's so amazing and beautiful. How could anyone not love her? (if Hawke is female)
• Isabela: Oh, I could give you a list, but that might just bore you.
• Isabela: So... did you get naked?
• Merrill: Isabela!
• Isabela: Ooh, look at that blush. That good, huh?

If Hawke also romanced Isabela:

• Isabela: How could anyone not?
• Merrill: <gasps> It's me. I said something wrong, didn't I?
• Isabela: No, of course not. You could never say anything wrong.
• Isabela: I'm happy for you, Kitten. You've been alone long enough.

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ACT III
If Hawke has accepted Isabela's love

• Merrill: I think Hawke likes you, Isabela
• Isabela: I certainly hope so!
• Merrill: Of course, it's not surprising at all that anybody would love you, but it's nice to see you two happy.
• Isabela: Merrill, sometimes you're so sweet I could eat you for dessert.

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If Hawke hasn't accepted her love yet

• Merrill: I think Hawke likes you, Isabela.
• Isabela: You think so, do you?
• Merrill: S/he looks at you all the time, and then s/he looks embarrassed and pretends s/he's busy with something else.
• Hawke: I can hear you, you know.
• Merrill: (Giggles) See?
• Isabela: Hmm. I'll have to think about that...

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• Merrill: Do you think you'll leave Kirkwall someday?

If Hawke has romanced Isabela

• Isabela: I might if I can persuade the right person to come away with me.

If not

• Isabela: Of course I will! As soon as I get myself a ship, I'm sailing wherever the sea takes me.

• Merrill: I'll miss you. You'll write to me, won't you? Do pirates write letters?
• Isabela: Badly. Hook hands make for awful pennmanship, Kitten.

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If No Rest for the Wicked & Questioning Beliefs have been completed and Hawke accepted Isabela's love

• Merrill: Why are you smiling?
• Isabela: No reason.
• Merrill: Ooh, ooh! It's something dirty, isn't it? Tell me, tell me!
• Isabela: It... it isn't anything dirty. I'm just... happy.
• Merrill: Oh. That's good, too, but I was hoping for something dirty.
• Isabela: Come by the tavern later. I've got stories that will make your toes curl.

Isabela and Sebastian

ACT II

• 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.
• Sebastian: What's keeping you here?

If Hawke and Isabela have slept together:

• Isabela: Mostly the sex. Hawke is an absolute tiger between the sheets. I mean all night, every night.
• Isabela: Oh cute! You're blushing.

If not:

• Isabela: Mostly the Blooming Rose. I'm paid up through 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.
• Isabela: Oh, look! Now you are. You're cute when you're blushing.

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• Sebastian: I notice 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, spending years with foul-mouthed pirates.
• Isabela: Pirates only care about a small number of very specific things: the sea, strong drink, and booty. Both kinds.

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• Sebastian: I used to be like you, you know.
• Isabela: You used to be a woman?
• Sebastian: No!
• Isabela: That explains a lot.
• Sebastian: My family put me in the Chantry because I was giving them a bad name.
• Sebastian: It was the best thing that ever happened to me. I found peace. I found a purpose.
• Sebastian: Before I came here, I used to be out to all hours, drinking and whoring. I didn't believe in anything except my own pleasure.
• Isabela: Why couldn't I have met you then?

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• Isabela: All right, let's just get this over with.
• Sebastian: A duel?
• Isabela: No, the sermon. The finger-wagging, the guilt-trips, telling me how an unexamined life isn't worth living.
• Sebastian: I wasn't going to—
• Isabela: You weren't? You weren't going to tell me to comfort the needy and give freely of myself?
• Sebastian: From what I hear, you already give yourself quite freely.
• Isabela: Ooh. You got me there.

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ACT III

• Sebastian: That was very brave, coming back to face the Qunari.
• Isabela: It was idiotic. They would have killed me.
• Sebastian: And you returned anyway. You couldn't face the thought of so many innocents dying for something you could prevent.
• Isabela: Tell that to the viscount.
• Sebastian: It's frightening, isn't it, to realize you have the potential to be a better person?

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• Sebastian: You've been watching me all day. It's getting a little... distracting.
• Isabela: Merrill's right. Your armor is shiny. I can see myself in it. Look!
• Isabela: Shit. Oh, shit. Is that a wrinkle? Is that a wrinkle between my brows?
• Sebastian: Um. I don't see—
• Isabela: Hold still!

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• Isabela: So, I've never understood why the Chantry says if you're good, you'll be taken up to the Maker's side.
• Sebastian: Those who die with the sins cleansed from their souls will walk beside the Maker in eternity.
• Isabela: That doesn't sound fun!
• Isabela: If they really want people to be good, shouldn't they offer an afterlife with... lakes of wine and a dozen naked virgins?
• Sebastian: Anyone who wants that will be going to the Void.
• Isabela: Sounds like that's where all the good parties will be.

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• Isabela: It's been years, and not once have you tried to get me to repent or turn to the Maker.
• Sebastian: Preaching seldom works, Isabela. To change a person's heart, one has to lead by example.
• Isabela: Huh. That makes sense. I can respect that.
• Sebastian: I grew weary of the strings of nameless lovers and the nights full of mindless pleasure. You will, too.
• Isabela: (Gasps) That's the cruelest thing anyone's ever said to me!
• Isabela: I think I'm going to cry.

Isabela and Varric

ACT I

• 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?

Next line is dependent on third party member

• Anders: I can't stand it anymore—what are you two talking about?
• Aveline: I'm afraid to ask, but... what are you two going on about?
• Carver: What is wrong with you two? Can't you ever have a conversation that isn't dirty?
• Hawke: What are you two talking about?

• Varric: We're discussing knives, of course. Well, daggers, technically. I never remember the difference.
• Varric: Why? What did you think we were talking about?

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• 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: 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 sixty sovereigns and a bottle of port.
• Isabela: You're not the only one here who can bullshit, you know.

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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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ACT II

• Varric: Were you listening to that guy in the Hanged Man last night?
• Isabela: "Your eyes are like bumblebees, flying into the window of my soul." (Laughs)
• Varric: My favorite was, "Your lips are like the wings of sparrows. Red ones. With no feathers."
• Isabela: "Oh, speak! And send the plucked wings of your lips soaring."
• Varric: I'd buy the guy a drink, but I don't think he needs one.

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• Varric: You have got to tell me what was in that box, Rivaini.
• Isabela: Which box? I've opened so many...
• Varric: Well, those too. But later. Right now: that Qunari relic.
• Isabela: I'll make you a deal: I'll tell you what was in that box if you tell me how Bianca got her name.
• Varric: Fine, forget I asked. Evil woman.

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• Isabela: Come to me, and I'll take you to places you've never been...
• Varric: Isabela... Are you talking to Bianca?
• Isabela: I think she deserves to feel a woman's touch on her trigger, don't you?
• Varric: Bianca responds to my touch. She'd never give it up for you.
• Isabela: That's what they always say, and I always prove them wrong.
• Varric: Stop it. You're confusing her. And me.

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If you complete The Long Road

• Isabela: Psst. I've got some of it written down now.
• Varric: Give it here.
• Varric: "Her breasts strained against the leather jerkin like two wild stallions corralled against their will." (Chuckles)
• Varric: "She pounced—the smooth moves of a jungle cat—and locked her thighs around Donnic's waist. He—"

If Aveline is in the party:

• Aveline: What?
• Isabela: Nothing.
• Aveline: What is that?
• Isabela: Shh! (Giggles)
• Varric: Isabela just thought she'd celebrate your love affair with a... written dedication.
• Isabela: It's "friend-fiction!" I do it out of love.
• Aveline: I will never, ever be clean again.

If not:

• Isabela: Maybe you should read the rest of it in private.
• Varric: I think that's best.

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ACT III

• Isabela: Varric, how does one get made a Paragon?
• Varric: The Assembly votes on it. Enough votes, and—BAM!—you're a living God!
• Isabela: You should ask to be made a Paragon. Of manliness.
• Varric: I like the way you think, Rivaini, but one doesn't just ask to be made a Paragon.
• Isabela: Why not? Everyone can see you're a paragon of manliness. It's just a matter of making it official.

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• Varric: After all this, the life of a pirate is going to be dull, isn't it?
• Isabela: I know! I'll have to steal myself another Qunari relic.
• Varric: The scary thing is, I don't know if you're joking!
• Isabela: Of course I'm joking. I'm not getting involved with those people again.
• Isabela: No... this time, I'll steal the Queen of Antiva. There's no way that could go wrong.

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If Hawke romances Merrill

• Varric: So, Hawke and Daisy.
• Isabela: I think they're darling together.
• Varric: It's almost too adorable. Well, except for the evil blood magic thing.
• Isabela: The most evil thing Merrill does most days is pick the flowers out of other people's gardens.
• Varric: I know, I have to bribe most of the gardeners in Hightown to keep it quiet.

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During The Last Straw after choosing sides

• Varric: Just curious, does any of this make sense to you?
• Isabela: What? This whole "everyone's waiting for the world to end" thing?
• Varric: Yeah, that.
• Isabela: Not remotely.
• Varric: Good. It's not just me, then.