Merrill/Dialogue

Merrill's dialogue contains a list of conversations she shares with her companions.

Merrill and Anders

ACT I

• Anders: So, when you first did blood magic, it was... just an accident, right?
• Anders: You cut yourself and realized the power? You didn't actually deal with a demon?
• Merrill: Oh, no. I did.
• Anders: Why would you do that?
• Merrill: I needed his help. He was really very nice about it.
• Anders: Of course he was! He's using you to get a foothold in a mortal brain!
• Merrill: He's a spirit. He offered me his aid. I hardly think you're one to criticize.

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• Merrill: I heard Varric saying you were a Grey Warden.
• Anders: I was.
• Merrill: I met a warden once. Back in Ferelden. Duncan, I think his name was. Very odd man.
• Merrill: He had a marvelous beard, though. I'd never seen one before. I thought a squirrel had grabbed him by the chin.

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If the Hero of Ferelden was Dalish

• Merrill: I heard Varric saying you were a Grey Warden.
• Anders: I was.
• Merrill: Did you... did you ever meet a Dalish Warden? Mahariel?
• Anders: As a matter of fact, I did.
• Anders: Do you know her/him?
• Merrill: We grew up together. She/He was one of my clan.
• Merrill: I keep hoping to hear some news...
• Anders: I wouldn't get your hopes up. The Hero of Ferelden values privacy rather highly.

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If the Hero of Ferelden was Dalish, but died killing the Archdemon

• Merrill: I heard Varric saying you were a Grey Warden.
• Anders: I was.
• Merrill: Did you... did you ever meet a Dalish Warden? Mahariel?
• Anders: No. I had a friend who did, though. Told the most impossible stories.
• Merrill: I'd like to hear them, sometime. If you don't mind.

In all likelihood, the friend Anders is referring to is Oghren

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• Merrill: Ser Pounce-a-lot... who knighted him?
• Anders: Is that a serious question?
• Merrill: Did he have a little sword, or just his claws? I bet he had a dashing cap with a feather in it!
• Anders: Would you stop making fun of my cat?
• Merrill: Oh... no hat, then?

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• Anders: Maybe you don't really understand the difference between spirits and demons.
• Merrill: Did I ask you?
• Anders: Spirits were the first children of the Maker, but He turned his back on them to dote on His mortal creations.
• Anders: The ones who resented this became demons, driven to take everything mortals had and gain back the Maker's favor.
• Merrill: Your "Maker" is a story you humans use to explain the world.
• Merrill: We have our own stories. I don't need to borrow yours.

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ACT II

• Merrill: You could get another cat, you know. There's one in the Lowtown market with a litter of kittens ready to wean.
• Anders: You don't pay attention to templars, Qunari or politics, but you notice kittens?
• Merrill: Templars, Qunari, and politics don't meow and attack your feet when you're buying food.
• Anders: Are there any tabbies? I'd like a tabby.

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• Anders: Do Dalish honestly not recognize the difference between demons and beneficial spirits?
• Merrill: We’ve never thought of the Fade as the home of our gods.
• Merrill: It is another realm, another people's home. No different or more foreign than, say, Orzammar.

If Varric is in the party:

• Varric: You can say that again.

• Anders: But have you never studied the types of demons? They break down very clearly into different sins—
• Merrill: Spirits differ from each other, just as you and Hawke and Isabela are all human.
• Merrill: More or less...

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If you complete Dissent

• Merrill: Are you alright?
• Anders: I nearly killed an innocent girl. How could I be alright?
• Merrill: I'm sorry.
• Anders: You're sorry? For me? This could be you! You could be the next monster threatening helpless girls!
• Merrill: Anders... There's no such thing as a good spirit. There never was.
• Merrill: All spirits are dangerous. I understood that. I'm sorry that you didn't.

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If you complete Dissent

• Anders: It's not a good feeling you know.
• Merrill: What?
• Anders: Being an abomination. I just got a taste of your future.
• Merrill: I'm not that foolish. Our relationship is, um, strictly platonic.
• Anders: It's like you're trapped in your own body, seeing out your eyes, while someone else moves you like a puppet.
• Anders: And you're trying to scream, to move a single muscle, but there's no escape. Until you look down at the blood on your hands...
• Merrill: Stop it. You're scaring me.
• Anders: That's the point.

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ACT III

• Anders: You must join us. Do you see that now? You must stand with Kirkwall's mages.
• Merrill: It's not my fight.
• Anders: You can't hide in Sundermount.
• Anders: There is no place for you among the Dalish.
• Merrill: No! My clan is all I ever cared about! Everything I did, I did for them!
• Anders: On second thought, maybe don't try to help us.

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• Merrill: Have I ever mentioned I like your coat?
• Anders: You do?
• Merrill: It's very lively! Like a crow in the middle of anting!
• Anders: That's.... that's great. Thanks, Merrill.

If Varric is in the party

• Varric: I tried to warn you earlier, Blondie.
• Anders: You're not helping.

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• Merrill: You really believe don't you?
• Anders: What are we talking about?
• Merrill: Believing. You do I can tell, in freedom, in mages, in good spirits and bad templars. With more fire than the sun.
• Anders: And your point is?
• Merrill: I miss it sometimes, things being certain.
• Anders: Some things are certain.
• Merrill: Not anymore.

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During A New Path

• Anders: I don't know why I'm bothering with this, but you do realize it is crazy, right?
• Merrill: Believe me I noticed, if I had any other choices, I'd take them.
• Anders: You have choices! You always had choices! Stop using blood magic. Get rid of that damned mirror.
• Merrill: Oh in that case, I will head back to Kirkwall and throw it away, right after you abandon the plight of the circle of mages.

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If Hawke romanced Merrill but also slept with Isabela

• Anders: Hawke was a fool to let you move in. You'll only betray him/her. That's all your kind can do.
• Merrill: Why do you only do this to me? Are you jealous? You never get upset about Hawke and Isabela.
• Anders: You can't really get jealous because someone sleeps with Isabela. It's just...understood.
• Anders: She's like a side dish. She comes with the meal.

If Isabela is in the party

• Isabela: Only if it's a good meal.

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If Hawke romanced Anders

• Merrill: Are you happy?
• Anders: Beg your pardon?
• Merrill: He seems happy. Hawke, I mean. Are you?
• Anders: Yes, I suppose I am.
• Merrill: Good! You've spent much too much time being grumpy. It's a nice change.

Merrill and Aveline

ACT I

• Merrill: You must really like the Hawke family.
• Aveline: Why do you say that?
• Merrill: You came all the way from Lothering with them, didn't you? And they're not even your clan.
• Aveline: Humans don't have clans, Merrill.
• Merrill: Exactly! You came so far together, and you didn't even have a Keeper to make you get along.
• Aveline: So your Keeper tells you to stop kicking each other, or she'll turn the aravel around?
• Merrill: Sometimes she also warns us to stop pulling hair.

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• Merrill: I would like to know more about being a guard, Aveline.
• Aveline: I don't think that's the job for you.
• Merrill: I know, but it might help me not get caught.
• Aveline: You probably shouldn't have said that part.
• Merrill: Why?
• Aveline: Just... never mind.

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• Merrill: Did Lothering have an alienage?
• Aveline: It wasn't a big enough village to have a wall around it, let alone a place for elves.
• Merrill: Where did the elves live, then?
• Aveline: Stables and outbuildings, mostly.
• Merrill: I think I like alienages better.

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• Merrill: Why don't you arrest us, Aveline?
• Aveline: What?
• Merrill: We break the law. I'm pretty sure. There are laws for almost everything. You're not a bad guard, are you?
• Aveline: No!
• Merrill: That's good. Is it because you're fond of Hawke? I kind of am.
• Aveline: How very nice for you. Keep it to yourself.
• Merrill: I'd rather keep it with her/him.

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ACT II

• Aveline: You're incredibly talented, Merrill. I can see you are meant for great things.
• Merrill: Thank you!
• Aveline: But you're stupid.
• Merrill: I'm sorry, what?
• Aveline: Don't you think it would be better to work on where you are now, instead of recreating old glory?
• Merrill: No. No, that's kind of the opposite of what I've been saying. I'm the stupid one? Whatever.

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• Merrill: The Qunari must like it here, to stay so long.
• Aveline: From what I've seen, the Qunari don't like anything.
• Merrill: That can't be true. They must like some things... Sunshine? Butterflies? Rainbows?
• Aveline: If I spot a Qunari admiring butterflies, Merrill, you'll be the first person I tell.

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After completing The Long Road

• Merrill: (Giggles)
• Aveline: Yes?
• Merrill: Is it like you thought? It's nice, isn't it? He seems nice.
• Aveline: Yes, he's very nice.
• Merrill: I know! And you're so cute when you're with him! Not like normal-you at all!
• Aveline: Haven't you got something unholy to do?
• Merrill: No, we're following Hawke. That's important, too.

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If you complete Mirror Image

• Aveline: This mirror of yours — what does it do?
• Merrill: Mostly it stands in my house, looking a bit spooky.
• Aveline: But its magic, right? So it can do... Magic things? Is it dangerous?
• Merrill: It could fall on someone, but you'd have to push it really hard. It's quite heavy.
• Aveline: Merrill, is it a danger to the people of Kirkwall or not?
• Merrill: Oh! Only to anyone sitting right under it.

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ACT III

• Merrill: Aveline, you'll look after Hawke, won't you?
• Aveline: Of course I will. What kind of a question is that?
• Merrill: And sometimes Isabela gets into awful trouble. You'll watch out for her, too?
• Aveline: Merrill... what brought this on?
• Merrill: Anything could happen. You'll protect them, though. It's what you do.
• Aveline: There's nothing to worry about, Merrill.

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• Merrill: Aveline, what's in your mirror?
• Aveline: What do you mean?
• Merrill: In your mirror. What do you see?
• Aveline: A warrior. A wife. All the mistakes I made to get here and make it right.
• Aveline: Why? What have you decided to see?
• Merrill: Sometimes it's hard to tell. Cracks, mostly.
• Merrill: Maybe I'll borrow yours sometime. If that's all right?
• Aveline: It's all right.

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• Aveline: I didn't expect you to stick around for this mess Merrill. This has nothing to do with your elves.

If Hawke is romancing Merrill

• Merrill: I love Hawke, I wouldn't go anywhere.
• Aveline: But it's not your fight.
• Merrill: I love Hawke.
• Aveline: You said that.
• Merrill: I say it a lot. It makes things clearer, takes away doubt when everything is crazy and people are dying.
• Aveline: I understand.
• Merrill: Oh, good. Someone should.

If not romanced

• Merrill: Everything affects everything. We were born, a bunch of things happened, and now we're in a mess with our friends.
• Aveline: That seems too simple.
• Merrill: Simple is good. It sneaks up on you, makes you smile.
• Merrill: Maybe that should be enough once in a while.
• Aveline: Simple it is.

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• Merrill: Aveline... do you think we'll win?
• Aveline: Win what?
• Merrill: In the end. It feels like something is ending, doesn't it? Do you think we'll win?
• Aveline: Nothing is ending, Merrill. Things are a little tense, but it will pass.
• Merrill: I hope we win. Varric will make it a good story, I'm sure.

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During Champions and Captains, and you choose "How was the honeymoon?" (Isabela must NOT be in the party)

• Hawke: You never said how your three weeks in Orlais went.
• Aveline: You're right. I didn't.
• Merrill: So, how was it?
• (pause, silence)
• Merrill: Oh! (laughs)

Merrill and Bethany

• Bethany: So, there's no Circle among the Dalish?
• Merrill: Any child with the gift of magic is apprenticed to a Keeper... in another clan if there's no need in her own.
• Bethany: That sounds nice.
• Merrill: Magic is a gift of the Creators. Why wouldn't we use it?
• Merrill: It just seems... wasteful for humans to lock their mages away where they can't do any good.
• Bethany: But.. .you are a blood mage.

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• Bethany: So, is the Keeper... your mother?
• Merrill: I left my clan when I was a child to become Marethari's First.
• Merrill: I haven't seen my parents in more than ten years.
• Bethany: I'm so sorry! My father died in the Blight. You must really miss them.
• Merrill: I remember my mother singing to me, when I was a little girl when I'd get sick. I think that's what I miss the most.
• Merrill: The Keeper has a terrible singing voice.

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• Merrill: You're so lucky.
• Bethany: How do you figure?
• Merrill: I would have loved to have a brother, and a mother, and an uncle.
• Merrill: It must be wonderful. You'd never be alone!
• Bethany: It is wonderful. Although it might be better without Uncle Gamlen.

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• Merrill: If you could do anything - just anything at all - what would you do?
• Bethany: That's easy. Be normal. No magic, just... normal.
• Merrill: Really? You wouldn't fly across Thedas or eat a cake the size of Kirkwall? Keep a baby griffon for a pet?
• Bethany: Well, now that you say it, the griffon might not be so bad.
• Merrill: I'd name mine "Feathers."

Merrill and Carver

• Carver: So, you're not like a lot of other girls.
• Merrill: No, I'm an elf.
• Carver: Right, alright then.
• Merrill: Oh, did I miss something dirty?
• Carver: What? No! It wasn't dirty. It wasn't anything.
• Merrill: Oh? Right, because I miss a lot of dirty things and sometimes I wouldn't mind hearing them.
• Carver: Would you now?

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• Carver: Your people came a long way Merrill, but I like to think that we have Ferelden in common.
• Merrill: I never saw Lothering. did you walk as much as we did? Probably more? We didn't stuck with halla, our ship stunk.
• Carver: Your ship?
• Merrill: There was something foul in the hold. I can still smell it.
• Carver: Oh, well, that must have been unpleasant.
• Merrill: It was. Did I miss something dirty again?
• Carver: No.

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• Merrill: Do you miss it? Ferelden I mean.
• Carver: Sometimes.
• Merrill: Blackberries. They don't seem to grow here. And there were little song birds with black caps on their heads.
• Carver: I sort of miss the dogs barking.
• Merrill: Yes... It's been mostly humans barking at me here. Not nearly as cute.

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• Merrill: How did you learn swording?
• Carver: "Swording"?
• Merrill: Those things you do with the sword. It looks tricky. Was it hard to learn?
• Carver: It takes a lot of practice.
• Merrill: Well, you seem good at it! I bet one day you'll be best sworder in Kirkwall.
• Carver: Merrill...
• Merrill: I said something wrong again, didn't I? Maybe I'll just stop talking.

Merrill and Fenris

ACT I

• 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's nothing there but fluff and the occasional bird.
• Fenris: This is why nobody takes the Dalish seriously.

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After you bring Fenris to the Gallows for the first time

• Fenris: Why are you watching me like that?
• 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 you 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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ACT II

• 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: 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.

If Varric is in the party:

• Varric: I think he jabs himself with those spikes, personally.

• Fenris: Perhaps it's the inane prodding.

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During A Bitter Pill, when a body is examined:

• Fenris: See for yourself. The legacy of the magisters.
• Merrill: They sacrifice the unwilling?
• Fenris: Is that so hard to believe? You are only a 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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After you complete A Bitter Pill

• 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: 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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During Mirror Image

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

If Isabela is in the party:

• Isabela: You aren't helping
• Fenris: Good.

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If you complete Mirror Image

• Fenris: You are more naive than I thought.
• Merrill: What have I done to you now?
• Fenris: To me? Nothing. Not yet.
• Fenris: To yourself—you can't even begin to imagine the number of mages that have walked down the path you're now on.
• Merrill: My clan didn't believe in me. If you don't believe in me either, I won't mind.

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ACT III

• Merrill: Poor 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 the things you love most isn't restricted to mages, Fenris.
• Fenris: Sadly true.

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• Merrill: Your master must have been a terrible man, to make you hate mages so.

If Alone has been completed

• Fenris: He was, now he's dead.

Otherwise

• Fenris: He is a terrible man. He's not dead.
• Merrill: We're not all like him.
• Fenris: How often I hear that, and yet, how often I find it's not true.
• Merrill: The Keepers are different. They exist to preserve the old ways, and to protect our people.
• Fenris: And none of them would ever fall prey to a demon. Or perform blood magic.
• Merrill: It's impossible to talk to you.

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If Hawke is romancing Fenris

• Merrill: (Giggles)
• Fenris: What? Why are you looking at me like that?
• Merrill: You're in love!
• Fenris: I am not.
• Merrill: Every time she/he looks away, you stare at Hawke with those sad puppy eyes.
• 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.

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If Alone & Questioning Beliefs has been completed

• Merrill: Do you regret it? What happened with your sister, I mean.
• Fenris: No.

If Fenris killed Varania

• Merrill: You don't feel bad about killing her? Not even a little?
• Fenris: It was necessary.

Otherwise

• 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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If A New Path has been completed

• 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: No you're not. She's just one more mage to you. Why would you be sorry she's dead?
• Fenris: I'm not sorry she's dead. I'm only sorry she died for you.
• Merrill: What?
• Fenris: Let's hope the sacrifice of someone who cared for you that much isn't wasted.

Merrill and Hawke

Before Mirror Image

• Merrill: (about the Eluvian) It's beautiful, isn't it?

If Hawke chooses the flirtacious response

• Hawke: It's not as pretty as you.
• Merrill: Oh, you're sweet. (nervously) Is it... warm in here? Stop babbling, Merrill...

Merrill and Isabela

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?

If Varric is in the party

• Varric: I'll tell you when you're older, Daisy.

Otherwise

• 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 would 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.

Merrill and Sebastian

ACT II

• Sebastian: Have you heard the Chant of Light?
• Merrill: That's the song they sing at the Chantry, right? It's pretty... but a little repetitive.
• Sebastian: Then you know the story? How Andraste became the Maker's divine bride and convinced Him to offer us a second chance?
• Merrill: Right. But I never understood why she had to die.
• Sebastian: Her mortal husband betrayed her out of jealousy.
• Merrill: But if He wanted her to spread her faith, couldn't she do that better alive?
• Sebastian: The Maker gave us free will. By his betrayal, Maferath showed us that men were not yet worth saving.
• Merrill: I don't know. It's a nice story, but I think it's got some holes.

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• Merrill: Your armor is very shiny, Sebastian. Doesn't that make you an easier target?
• Sebastian: The Light of the Maker is my armor, Merrill. I am not afraid.
• Merrill: Maybe you could ask Him to make His Light less shiny? Then you wouldn't need as much armor.

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• Merrill: If your city was stolen, why didn't you just call the guards?
• Sebastian: I'm afraid the matter can't be handled by guards, Merrill.
• Merrill: Aveline could help you! She's very good at making thieves give things back. I think it's because she's so tall.
• Sebastian: This is beyond even Aveline's power, I'm sorry to say.
• Merrill: Are you sure? Have you seen her hit people?

If Aveline is in the party:

• Aveline: I can hear every word you're saying.

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• Sebastian: So what do you believe, Merrill?
• Merrill: Our gods abandoned us long ago. They haven't answered our prayers since the fall of Arlathan.
• Merrill: When we've proven that we're elves again, that we didn't lose everything, they'll come back to us.
• Sebastian: We say the same of the Maker.
• Sebastian: Perhaps they're only different names for the same divine force that created the world.
• Merrill: The Maker wants you to be elves?

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ACT III

• Merrill: I've always wondered: how do your Divines choose their names?
• Sebastian: They write all the best sacred names on slips of paper and stuff them in a miter.
• Sebastian: Then the newly elected Divine picks a name out of the hat.
• Merrill: What if she picks a name she doesn't like? Does she have to keep it?
• Sebastian: Of course she does. How do you think we got four Divines named Hortensia?

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• Merrill: Does your bow have a name? Varric's bow has a name.
• Sebastian: I'm afraid I can't compete with our dear dwarf's... relationship to his weapon.
• Merrill: You could call it Philomela!
• Sebastian: Why would I do that?
• Merrill: Because it reminds me of a woman in the alienage. Skinny, pointed, and always throwing things at people.

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• Merrill: What does your Chantry do?
• Merrill: I mean, you keep saying how great it is. Anders and Isabela tell me to stay away from it. But what does it do?
• Merrill: Among the Dalish, the Keepers teach the children, preserve our history, perform magic. The priestesses here just... sing.
• Sebastian: The Chantry does many charitable works. It cares for widows and orphans—
• Merrill: Who in the Dalish would just be part of the clan, like everyone else.
• Merrill: I just don't get it.

Merrill and Varric

ACT I

• Merrill: I've never met a dwarf before.
• Varric: That's because you spend too much time frolicking in the woods, Daisy. Dwarves don't frolic.
• Merrill: Dalish don't really frolic, either. Not in the woods anyway.
• Varric: You have sanctioned frolicking areas?
• Merrill: No, just not in the woods. The trees get jealous.
• Varric: But you do frolic?
• Merrill: Of course we do! We wouldn't be elves, otherwise.

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• Merrill: You remind me of Hahren Paivel, Varric. Only younger. And shorter. And not as serious.
• Varric: So it's a close resemblance, then.
• Merrill: Well, he tells stories. And you tell stories. Although none of his begin, "No shit, there I was."
• Varric: I'll have to give him some better stories, then.

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After you speak to Merrill in her home for the first time

• Merrill: Thank you very much for the help earlier, Varric!
• Varric: You made it back to the Alienage in one piece, then?
• Merrill: I don't know how I wound up in Darktown. There are just too many corners in Kirkwall.
• Varric: Still got that ball of twine?
• Merrill: I left it at my house. Don't worry! I won't get lost while we're following Hawke.
• Varric: Bring it next time, Daisy. Just in case.

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• Varric: Daisy, for my sake, please quit cutting through the alleys in Lowtown at night.
• Merrill: Nothing ever happens. I'm perfectly safe, Varric.
• Varric: Yes, I know. And that nothing is costing me a fortune.

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ACT II

• Varric: So, I hear you've been visiting the viscount's garden, Daisy.
• Merrill: They're enormous! And they're always empty. Why don't more people go to see them?
• Varric: Probably because they're private and surrounded by guards.
• Merrill: I thought all those men looked a bit cross.

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• Merrill: Bianca is a very pretty name.
• Varric: I'll tell her you said so, Daisy.
• Merrill: She can't actually hear you, can she?
• Varric: Of course she can. What kind of a question is that?
• Merrill: Wait, are we talking about your crossbow or something else now?

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If you complete Family Matter:

• Merrill: I'm sorry about your brother, Varric. Do you have any other family?
• Varric: I have family like a rat has fleas, Daisy.
• Merrill: Does that mean you have a lot of family, or that they make you itch a lot?
• Varric: Both.

Alternatively:

• Varric: I'm sure any priest who would pray for Bartrand would burst into flames.
• Merrill: Oh, I didn't know priesthood was so dangerous.
• Varric: Don't worry Daisy, the chantry keeps a lot of water on hand.

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If you complete Mirror Image

• Varric: Why a mirror?
• Merrill: I don't understand the question.
• Varric: If your people were going to make a magical whatever for talking to each other, why choose a mirror?
• Varric: Do elves spend a lot of time talking to their own reflections?
• Merrill: I suppose the ancient elves would have felt silly talking to a wardrobe or an urn.

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ACT III

• Merrill: You should have this back.
• Varric: Twine? When did I loan you a ball of twine?
• Merrill: You gave it to me when I first moved here when I kept getting lost in Lowtown.
• Merrill: It drove the merchants in the market completely batty, but it did help me find my way.
• Varric: Keep it, Daisy.
• Merrill: I don't think I'll be getting lost again anytime soon.
• Varric: You never know. You might need to tie a package up, hang a lantern, dress a roast chicken. It's multipurpose.

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• Merrill: Is there a story behind Bianca?
• Varric: There's a story behind everything, Daisy.
• Merrill: So tell me!
• Varric: I can't.
• Merrill: Why not?
• Varric: There was a girl, and I made a promise. Bianca is the only story I can never tell.
• Merrill: You can't say that! Now I want to know even more!
• Varric: That was the idea, Daisy.

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During A New Path

• Varric: Does anybody else get the feeling that this is going to end badly? Just me huh?
• Merrill: It's not all bad Varric, think of the stories you'll be able to tell later.
• Varric: No offence Daisy, but I could live without telling anyone that we murdered you on some mountain side, it's little hard to made that one sound good.

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During A New Path

• Varric: Who thought putting a demon in a cave on Sundermount was a good idea in the first place?
• Merrill: Where would you have put him?
• Varric: Tevinter maybe? Or in the Anderfels? Further away from Kirkwall that's for sure.