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Morrigan's dialogue contains a list of the conversations that Morrigan shares with the other companions in which they discuss each other's backgrounds, and their reactions to the game's events.

Morrigan's remarks[]

  • (added to the party) "Indeed."
  • (taken out of the party) "Blast and damnation!"
  • (entering Lothering proper) *sarcastically* "Ah, look how they moan and wail and gnash their teeth. 'Tis sad to watch how helplessly they scurry about."
  • (near the Chanter's Board) "Ah, the Chantry board. Yes, let us run errands for the betterment of mankind as well as a few coppers."
  • (statue of Andraste) "Fools. Praying for help from a prophet they burned and a god who has turned His back on them not once but twice."
  • (entering the main market) "I… have never seen such a collection of merchants and people before. 'Tis always so?"
  • (entering Gnawed Noble Tavern) "There's no fool like a drunken fool. My mother told me that once and I see 'tis true."
  • (outside the Wonders of Thedas) "Should I even try to imagine what the owner of such a store might consider a 'wonder'?"
  • (inside the Wonders of Thedas) "Tis all junk, just as I…..hmm, is that an authentic Chasind fertility carving?"
  • (entering The Pearl) "I never understood the purpose of such a place. In my experience, everyone pays for sex."
  • (near the fountain in Arl of Denerim's estate) "And to where shall we go now, hmm? The city beckons."
  • (Alienage gates) "And these elves allow themselves to be herded together in this filth why, exactly?"
  • (at the vhenadahl tree) "A tree planted in the middle of misery? It rather beckons a single, sad little tear, does it not?"
  • (entering Lake Calenhad Docks) "What is the name they have for mother and I? Apostates? Truly it boggles the mind."
  • (at Lake Calenhad shoreline) "How very fitting that they would build a prison for mages in the middle of a lake and make it look like a giant phallus."
  • (entering the Apprentice Quarters) "So the mages are all locked within? A fitting end for those who gave up their own freedom."
  • (entering the Senior Mages Quarters) "Ah, can you feel that? A great power is unleashed here."
  • (in Irving's study) "Books, books, books, is that all the mages do with their time here?"
  • (entering the Great Hall) "Tis strange that we have not encountered more resistance. Where are all the mages? All dead?"
  • (seeing the corruption in the Templar Quarters) "Tis most intriguing. Corruption not unlike the darkspawn's, perhaps they are related?"'
  • (encountering the desire demon in the Templar Quarters) "Apparently you can get your desire and still suffer horribly. 'Tis truly a lesson for all who consider marriage."
  • (being sedated by the Sloth Demon) "This is ridiculous. You cannot expect me to rest on a floor sticky with blood"
  • (Confronting the Sloth Demon) "You made a dangerous enemy, demon, by toying with my mind."
  • (approaching Cullen) "Twould seem we are not the only ones these demons enjoy tormenting"
  • (collecting the fourth Apprentice Note) "The precious Circle, not even the first to touch the Fade in their own tower. How appropriate."
  • (collecting the final Apprentice Note) "The boy is dead. He touched something beyond the Veil, and was not prepared."
  • (defeating Shah Wyrd) "Born of arrogance, by some powerful idiot who couldn't keep his thoughts to himself"
  • (Tomas tells the party about the attacks) "Apparently everyone seems to agree that a Blight is the perfect time to start killing each other. Marvelous, really."
  • (outside Redcliffe chantry) "Ahh, fresh air. 'Twas difficult to breathe within with all that self-righteousness crowding the air."
  • (approaching the windmill in Redcliffe) "Yes, yes, very lovely. Let us soak in the vista before the massacre begins."
  • (secret tunnel into Redcliffe dungeon) "A tunnel that went under the entire lake? Who would build such a thing?"
  • (going up the first slope in Haven) "'Tis a quiet enough village. Looks can be deceiving, of course."
  • (up the slope leading to the chantry) "Ah. So everyone is within the chantry. How lovely for them."
  • (entering the Ruined Temple) "An ancient temple, lost to all but a select few. Magnificent!"
  • (entering the Ruined Temple library) "More books. We should burn a few to warm our selves up a bit, I should think."
  • (statue of Maferath) "I suppose this is supposed to be some fool of religious significance?"
  • (statue of Hessarian) "Another religious figure? Are we to be taught the entire history of Andraste, now? "
  • (mountain caverns) "I believe we are headed up, towards the surface of the mountains"
  • (on the Mountain Top after seeing the high dragon) "Be cautious. A dragon such as this is better to avoid than engage."
  • (entering the Gauntlet) "This is…not like the rest of the temple. This part is unblemished, untouched."
  • (entering the bridge puzzle room) "Another obstacle? 'Tis almost beyond endurance."
  • (suggesting puzzle's solution) "'Tis certain this means I should help you with this…test."
  • (a plate is triggered) "What good is an incorporeal bridge? Are we supposed to imagine ourselves on the other side?"
  • (solving the bridge puzzle in the Gauntlet) "Finally."
  • (entering the urn room) "Powerful magic, indeed."
  • (approaching the urn) "I stand in awe. Really."
  • (greeting Harhen Sarel) (Dalish Origin required) "A Grey Warden? I? Bite your tongue, storyteller."
  • (in the Dalish Camp) "At least they have chosen freedom over subjugation. Better hardship and danger than slavery."
  • (near the halla pen of the Dalish Camp) "What is that smell? Must we muck about in the animal pens, now?"
  • (entering the Brecilian Forest) "Ah, more forest. And here I thought we left the Wilds for good."
  • (near the Tevinter ruins) "Tevinter ruins. I believe we are nearing our ultimate destination."
  • (after the werewolves retreat into the ruins) "Ah, here we go. The werewolf lair, unless I miss my mark."
  • (descending down the first stairs in the Ruins Upper Level) "The ruins certainly look Tevinter, but are filled with elven trappings. How very odd."
  • (hearing the dragon in the ruins) "We should prepare ourselves for combat."
  • (entering Frostback Mountain surface camp) "Are we… descending into the underground? The thought of so much rock over one's head is… disquieting."
  • (observing the Paragon statues) "If there is anything complimentary to be said about these people, 'tis that they possess a remarkable facility for carving stone."
  • (entering Orzammar Commons) "Hmm. Where did they put all the rock, I wonder…"
  • (exit to the Deep Roads) "This no doubt leads out to the Deep Roads, the ancient passages that once led to the other dwarven kingdoms."
  • (outside Tapster's Tavern) "I do not even want to think from what manner of substance a cave-dwelling people would create their spirits."
  • (entering Tapster's Tavern) "Ugh. Just… do not buy anything. Or touch anything. Or… sit anywhere."
  • (entering Dust Town) "Why do the poor not rise up against their betters? This I never understood."
  • (at the Proving) "Ah, the highlight of underground existence, I take it."
  • (entering the Diamond Quarter) "Ah, the social strata quickly makes itself evident no matter where one goes."
  • (outside the palace) "For such a short people they do rather like their buildings… tall."
  • (scenic vista) "Must we stand so close to the edge? Can you not feel the mountain directly over our heads?"
  • (entering Bownammar) "'Tis a shrine of some kind. Who would be worshipped, here? And why?"
  • (entering Anvil of the Void) "Branka must be close. How obsessed is she to have existed here for so long?"
  • (Delivering Notice of Death) "Your man is dead. Get over it." or "Oh please. I am so sure I am the one who has to do this."
  • (Activating Shale) "Then one wonders that you wouldn't be grateful to the one who allowed you to stretch your legs, golem."

Kissing Morrigan[]

Kissing Morrigan in front of other Companions may result with the following remarks:

  • Alistair: Super. Excuse me while I begin projectile vomiting.
  • Morrigan: What was that, Alistair? We were not listening.
  • Leliana: (no relationship): Oh, go on you two.
  • Morrigan: Oh, you hear that? It seems we have approval.
  • Leliana: (Approval=Care): How sweet…
  • Morrigan: And suddenly I want to do nothing more. 'Tis odd, no?

Ico DisAppr Heart Leliana disapproves (-5)

  • Oghren: Turn just a little bit, I don't have a good angle.
  • Morrigan: How thrilling. Ah, well.
  • Sten: (Snorts) I am not an audience.
  • Morrigan: Come to think of it, I find myself no longer caring.
  • Wynne: Hmph. Such childish antics.
  • Morrigan: And suddenly I want to do nothing more. 'Tis odd, no?
  • Zevran (no relationship): You're worried about me? (Laughs) I was born in a whorehouse, so no need.
  • Morrigan: Oh, you hear that? It seems we have approval.
  • Zevran (Approval = Care): Mm. Such a display.
  • Morrigan: And suddenly I want to do nothing more. 'Tis odd, no?

Ico DisAppr Heart Zevran disapproves (-3)

  • Shale: - Doesn't respond in any way -
  • Morrigan: Come to think of it, I find myself no longer caring.
  • Dog: [Whimpers]
  • Morrigan: Come to think of it, I find myself no longer caring.
  • Secret Companion: - Doesn't respond in any way -
  • Morrigan: Come to think of it, I find myself no longer caring.

Morrigan and Alistair[]

  • Morrigan: I have a wonder, Alistair, if you will indulge me.
  • Alistair: Do I have a choice?
  • Morrigan: Of the two of you that remain, are you not the senior Grey Warden here? I find it curious that you allow another to lead, while you follow.
  • Alistair: You find that curious, do you?
  • Morrigan: In fact, you defer to a new recruit. Is this a policy of the Grey Wardens? Or simply a personal one?
  • Alistair: What do you want to hear? That I prefer to follow? I do.
  • Morrigan: You sound so very defensive.
  • Alistair: Couldn't you crawl into a bush somewhere and die? That would be great, thanks.

(If Alistair's heritage is revealed)

  • Morrigan: I was just looking for some of your father in you.
  • Alistair: Leave me alone.

(If Alistair is hardened)

  • Alistair: Maybe you'd prefer to lead? That would be worth a good laugh, for a while.
  • Morrigan: You sound so very defensive.
  • Alistair: Couldn't you crawl into a bush somewhere and die? That would be great, thanks.
  • Morrigan: So I take it you did not enjoy your templar training?
  • Alistair: That's directed at me, I take it?
  • Morrigan: Do you see any others about who have failed at their religious instruction?
  • Alistair: I didn't fail. I was recruited into the Grey Wardens.
  • Morrigan: And if you had not been recruited? What would have happened, instead?
  • Alistair: I would have turned into a drooling lunatic, slaughtered the grand cleric and run through the streets of Denerim in my small clothes, I guess.
  • Morrigan: Your self-awareness does you credit.
  • Alistair: I thought you'd like that.
  • Morrigan: Have a care where your eyes linger, Alistair.
  • Alistair: Yes, well don't worry. It's not what you think.
  • Morrigan: I see.
  • Alistair: I was looking at your nose.
  • Morrigan: And what is it about my nose that captivates you so?
  • Alistair: I was just thinking that it looks exactly like your mother's.
  • Morrigan: I hate you so much.
  • Alistair: What?
  • Morrigan: Never mind.
  • Morrigan: You... do not truly think I look as my mother does, do you?
  • Alistair: Have you really been thinking about that all this time?
  • Morrigan: I am simply curious.
  • Alistair: And not insecure in the slightest, I'm sure.
  • Morrigan: I think I look nothing like her.
  • Alistair: I don't know. Give it a few hundred years and it'll be a spot-on match.
  • Morrigan: I said that I look nothing like her!
  • Alistair: All right. Got it. Totally different. I see that now.
  • Alistair: So let's talk about your mother, for a moment.
  • Morrigan: I'd rather talk about your mother.
  • Alistair: There's nothing to talk about. And besides, isn't your mother a scary witch who lives in the middle of a forest? Much more interesting.
  • Morrigan: To you, perhaps. You would find the moss growing upon a stone interesting.
  • Alistair: You know what's more interesting than that? Apostates. Mages outside of the Tower. That's illegal, you know.
  • Morrigan: You did not read that in a book somewhere, did you? I hope the small letters did not strain you overmuch.
  • Alistair: Or we could not talk about your mother. That works for me.
  • Alistair: So tell me something, Morrigan. Did you live there in that forest your entire life?
  • Morrigan: I left it on occasion, but I always returned. Why? Is that so strange? It was my home.
  • Alistair: But it was just you and your mother there? No one else?
  • Morrigan: Mother occasionally had... company.
  • Alistair: What? Company? Do I even want to ask?
  • Morrigan: No. You really don't.
  • Alistair: Why do you always go on about how stupid I am? I'm not stupid, am I?
  • Morrigan: If you need to ask the question...
  • Alistair: Because it hurts my manly feelings, you know. All one of them.
  • Morrigan: Then I'll be sure to write you an apology once all of this is over.
  • Alistair: I was educated by the Chantry. I studied history. They don't make stupid templars.
  • Morrigan: Then I must have been mistaken. I'm very impressed.
  • Alistair: No you're not. You're not even listening to me.
  • Morrigan: My, you are smarter than you look after all. Your Chantry must have been very proud.
  • Alistair: All right. I've come up with one, a question that you can't answer.
  • Morrigan: Are you talking to me?
  • Alistair: That's right. You think you're so smart? I've got an academic question that I bet you won't be able to answer.
  • Morrigan: Oh, I doubt that.
  • Alistair: So tell me, then: what was the name of Andraste's husband?
  • Morrigan: This is a religious question, not an academic one.
  • Alistair: You're joking, right? A five year-old could answer that question. Do you not know more than a child?
  • Morrigan: I care nothing for your religion. And this game of yours is over.
  • Alistair: Oh, how the mighty have crumbled.

(If the Warden is in a relationship with Morrigan)

  • Alistair: So what's the deal with you and him, anyway? Dare I ask?
  • Morrigan: Him? Him who? Is this supposed to mean something to me?
  • Alistair: You know exactly who I'm talking about. Mister Let's-Make-Kissy-Faces over there.
  • Morrigan: My, my. You are jealous, aren't you? Did I take your favorite Grey Warden away from you?
  • Alistair: What? I'm not jealous! I'm horrified.
  • Morrigan: Those blushing cheeks of yours tell a different tale
  • Alistair: These blushing cheeks are terrified that you'll suck all the blood out of them once you're done with him.
  • Morrigan: If I feel the need to suck on anything of yours, Alistair, you'll be the first to know.
  • Alistair: That... was so not what I meant.
  • Morrigan: Perhaps we should go and tell him together of your touching concerns? Perhaps he'll pay more attention to you if you ask nicely.
  • Alistair: Uh-huh. I think we're done here.
  • Morrigan: Done before you started, in fact.

(If the Warden is in a relationship with Alistair)

  • Morrigan: I do wonder. Is it permissible for two Grey Wardens to... oh, what is the word I search for?
  • Alistair: Caboodle?
  • Morrigan: Fraternize.
  • Alistair: What's wrong with fraternizing?
  • Morrigan: It seems most undisciplined, for an organization that claims it will do whatever is necessary to end the darkspawn threat.
  • Alistair: One thing has nothing to do with the other.
  • Morrigan: Oh no? And what if a Grey Warden has forced to choose between the Warden he loved and ending the Blight? What should his choice be?
  • Alistair: That is a... a ridiculous question.
  • Morrigan: And I have my answer. Most kind of you.

(After Alistair's heritage is revealed)

  • Morrigan:
    • There is one thing I do not understand, Alistair.
    • (Alternate) I have something to ask you.
  • Alistair: Just the one thing?
  • Morrigan: About you, perhaps. Why the deception over your parentage?
  • Alistair: I'd figure you'd be the sort who knows all about deception.
  • Morrigan: I do. And what use the deception might have had ended when King Cailan perished, did it not?
  • Alistair: Maybe. I guess I was sort of hoping that would go away.
  • Morrigan: The truth does not "go away".
  • Alistair: I didn't say it was a good plan.

(After completing Alistair's Family)

  • Morrigan: So you met this sibling of yours?
  • Alistair: Half-sister, but yes.
  • Morrigan: And she turned out to be an insufferable hag?
  • Alistair: You'd have liked her. You two have a lot in common.
  • Morrigan: And you let her berate you? Without punishment?
  • Alistair: It's moments like this when I truly appreciate the difference between you and me.
  • Morrigan: (Scoffs) 'Tis moments like this when I truly wonder at the difference between you and a toadstool.


  • Morrigan: And you made a promise to help her?
  • Alistair: Err... yes?
  • Morrigan: Why would you do such a thing? This woman is a parasite who will appreciate nothing you do for her, you know this!
  • Alistair: It's moments like this when I truly appreciate the difference between you and me.
  • Morrigan: (Scoffs) 'Tis moments like this when I truly wonder at the difference between you and a toadstool.


  • Morrigan: And you gave the woman money?
  • Alistair: Err... yes?
  • Morrigan: Why would you do such a thing? This woman is a parasite who will appreciate nothing you do for her, you know this!
  • Alistair: It's moments like this when I truly appreciate the difference between you and me.
  • Morrigan: (Scoffs) 'Tis moments like this when I truly wonder at the difference between you and a toadstool.

(After completing Broken Circle)

  • Alistair: So tell me, was the Tower of Magi everything you thought it would be?
  • Morrigan: Abominations running rampant? Templars ready to slaughter every mage in sight? Yes, it rather met all my expectations.
  • Alistair: You don't think you might have been better off getting your training there? Instead of whatever your mother taught you?
  • Morrigan: You're right. My mother didn't nearly have as many abominations running about. That certainly would have improved my education.
  • Alistair: Hmm. I'll give you that one.
  • Morrigan: I'm so relieved.

(After a female Warden ends romance with Alistair.)

  • Morrigan: Am I to understand that you two have ended your relationship?
  • Alistair: Shut up! That is none of your business.
  • Morrigan: What? No questions allowed? You do not wish your motivations-
  • Alistair: I said shut up! I will run this sword through you, I'm not joking.
  • Morrigan: Oh, I see. Most serious then.
  • Alistair: This discussion is over.

(If Alistair is to become king)

  • Alistair: So you've heard, I hope? How I'm going to be king? With a crown and everything.
  • Morrigan: Proud of yourself, are you?
  • Alistair: Well, they don't let just anyone be king, you know. They don't let evil forest witches be king for instance.
  • Morrigan: There was a Ferelden king once who drooled on himself in such volume that he required a constant attendant to wipe his chin in court.
  • Alistair: You're making that up.
  • Morrigan: Not at all. The kings of old would be pleased to see their bloodline has not strayed very far from its roots.

(During Warden's Keep)

  • Alistair: Soldier's Peak. Looks like it's seen better days. Better centuries more like.
  • Morrigan: Once the Wardens flourished, their ranks full, their calibre certain. Now they even accept people like you, Alistair.
  • Alistair: Hey!

Morrigan and Dog[]

  • Morrigan: Stop looking at me, mongrel. I have nothing you want!
  • Dog: (Whine!)
  • Morrigan: Why do you keep staring at me so, you flea-ridden beast? Can you not tell when you are not wanted?
  • Dog: (Whine!)
  • Morrigan: I enjoy the company of creatures of the wild. Not stench-ridden, domesticated wolves.
  • Dog: (Whine!)
  • Morrigan: And he persists! Maddening!
  • Dog: (Happy bark!)
  • Morrigan: You ate my entire bag of herbs, you foolish dog. Do not think I am unaware of where it went.
  • Dog: (Unhappy whine!)
  • Morrigan: 'Tis your own fault for being so entirely gluttonous. Several of those herbs were poisonous. You should be pleased they did not kill you.
  • Dog: (Conversational Barking)
  • Morrigan: Do not be ridiculous. I am certainly not going to give you more, even if I did have more to give.
  • Dog: (Whine!)
  • Morrigan: Ugh. You have some nerve, creature. And your breath leaves much to be desired. Off you go.
  • Dog: (Whine!)
  • Morrigan: We shall see. I promise nothing.
  • Dog: (Plaintive whine)
  • Morrigan: Another? I just gave you one, fool dog.
  • Dog: (More insistent whine)
  • Morrigan: Perhaps you should go and hunt something, then. For a warrior beast you are remarkably over dependent.
  • Dog: (Happy bark!)
  • Morrigan: Oh, very well. But tell no one.

Morrigan and Leliana[]

  • Leliana: I'm wondering Morrigan… do you believe in the Maker?
  • Morrigan: Certainly not. I've no primitive fear of the moon such that I must place my faith in tales so that I may sleep at night.
  • Leliana: But this can't all be an accident. Spirits, magic, all these wondrous things around us both dark and light. You know these things exist.
  • Morrigan: The fact of their existence does not presuppose an intelligent design by some absentee father-figure.
  • Leliana: So it is all random, then? A happy coincidence that we are all here?
  • Morrigan: Attempting to impose order over chaos is futile. Nature is, by its very nature, chaotic.
  • Leliana: I don't believe that. I believe we have a purpose. All of us.
  • Morrigan: Yours, apparently being to bother me.
  • Leliana: So you truly do not believe in any sort of higher power?
  • Morrigan: It has been bothering you, I see. No, I do not. Must I?
  • Leliana: What do you believe happens to you after you die then? Nothing?
  • Morrigan: I do not go sit by the Maker's side, if that's what you mean.
  • Leliana: Only those who are worthy are brought to the Maker's side. So many other sad souls are left to wander in the void, hopeless and forever lost.
  • Morrigan: And what evidence of this have you? I see only spirits, no wandering ghosts of wicked disbelievers.
  • Leliana: It must be so sad to look forward to nothing, to feel no love and seek no reward in the afterlife.
  • Morrigan: Yes, the anguish tears at me so. You have seen through me to my sad, sad core.
  • Leliana: Now you're simply mocking me.
  • Morrigan: You notice? It appears your perceptive powers know no bounds.
  • Leliana: Let me ask you this, then, Morrigan. What if there really was a Maker?
  • Morrigan: Then I would wonder why He has abandoned His creation. It seems terribly irresponsible of Him.
  • Leliana: He left us because we were determined to make our own way, even if we hurt outselves, and He could not bear to watch.
  • Morrigan: But how do you know? You cannot ask Him this. Perhaps He has gone to a new creation elsewhere, and abandoned this as a dismal failure, best forgotten.
  • Leliana: I do not need to know because I have faith. I believe in Him and feel His hope and His love.
  • Morrigan: "Faith." How quickly those who have no answers invoke that word.
  • Leliana: How can someone who practices magic have so little capacity to believe in that which she cannot see?
  • Morrigan: Magic is real. I can touch it and command it and I need no faith for it to fill me up inside. If you are looking for your higher power, there it is.
  • Leliana: But only if you can control it. I do not envy the loneliness you must feel at times Morrigan.
  • Morrigan: I… leave me be. Loneliness would be preferred to this… endless chatter.
  • Leliana: They say your mother is Flemeth, a witch of the Korcari Wilds.
  • Morrigan: They also say that washing your feet in winter makes you catch cold in the head, but we all know that is not true. But sometimes they are right and they are right in this.
  • Leliana: You know the stories about--
  • Morrigan: Of course. You think my mother would let me go without telling me all the stories of her youth?
  • Leliana: My mother told me stories too. She was the one who kindled my love of the old tales and legends.
  • Morrigan: Hmph. My mother's stories curdled my blood and haunted my dreams. No little girl wants to hear about the Wilder men her mother took to her bed, using them till they were spent, then killing them. No little girl wants to be told that this is also expected of her, once she comes of age.
  • Leliana: I… uh… I see.
  • Morrigan: No, you don't. You really don't.
  • Leliana: Do you have any tales of the wilds?
  • Morrigan: None of the sort you like. No princesses in tall towers or knights throwing themselves at whole armies.
  • Leliana: That's not all I like!
  • Morrigan: Do you want tales of the Chasind Wilders who dwell in the marsh? Do you want to hear of the slow deaths they inflict on their enemies? Perhaps a tale of the poisonous creatures of the Wilds that lay their eggs on your skin so that their young may eat you alive when hatched? Or a tale of my mother's marsh cuisine? That, in my opinion, is the most terrifying of all my tales.
  • Leliana: Uh… no. I don't want to hear about those things…
  • Morrigan: Then I have no tales for you.
  • Leliana: You are very beautiful Morrigan.
  • Morrigan: Tell me something I do not know.
  • Leliana: But you always dress in such rags. It suits you I suppose. A little tear here, a little rip there to show some skin. I understand.
  • Morrigan: You understand I lived in a forest, I hope?
  • Leliana: Maybe we could get you in a nice dress one day. Silk. No, maybe velvet. Velvet is heavier, better to guard against the cold in Ferelden. Dark red velvet, yes. With gold embroidery. It should be cut low in the front of course, we don't want to hide your features.
  • Morrigan: Stop looking at my breasts like that. 'Tis most disturbing!
  • Leliana: You don't think so? And if it's cut low in the front we must put your hair up to show off that lovely neck.
  • Morrigan: You are insane. I would sooner let Alistair dress me.
  • Leliana: It'll be fun, I promise! We'll get some shoes too! Ah, shoes! We could go shopping together!

(Playing a male Warden romancing both Morrigan and Leliana)

  • Morrigan: I am not fond of sharing. You should know this.
  • Leliana: I haven't asked to borrow anything of yours.
  • Morrigan: Nor would I lend it if asked. You would be best to desist and find your own.
  • Leliana: Find my own what?
  • Morrigan: (sigh) This facade of yours is unconvincing. If 'tis a competition you wish, a competition you shall have.
  • Leliana: You wild folk are very odd. And possessive.

(Playing a male Warden romancing both Morrigan and Leliana)

  • Morrigan: I see you yet continue to be where you are not welcomed.
  • Leliana: Are you jealous? Is that what this is about? Because I don't think it's for you to decide what I should or should not do.
  • Morrigan: Oh, you may continue on as you have. I am merely informing you that you will suffer the consequences.
  • Leliana: You forget, Morrigan. I am not without my own pointy ends, as well. Do not make promises you cannot keep.
  • Morrigan: I always keep my promises.
  • Leliana: Talk is cheap.
  • Morrigan: And this from a bard?

(Playing a male Warden romancing both Morrigan and Leliana)

  • Morrigan: You can't possibly think he would prefer you?
  • Leliana: Funnily, I was about to say the same thing to you.
  • Morrigan: Oh, and what exactly is it you believe you have to offer?
  • Leliana: I don't know, but if we are together, it will be because he wants me and he loves me; these things are real.
  • Morrigan: And yet love grows rotten on the vine so quickly. A sour fruit that offers only a memory of sweetness, what is it worth, truly?
  • Leliana: Everything; only a dried up shell of a person would not know that.
  • Morrigan: We shall see.

(If the Warden has slept with Morrigan, but not Leliana there is a little change in the conversation)

  • Morrigan: You can't possibly think he would prefer you?
  • Leliana: Funnily, I was about to say the same thing to you.
  • Morrigan: And yet he and I have made love. Did you know this?
  • Leliana: I… suspected as much. All the better, as he will soon discover you have nothing else to offer.
  • Morrigan: The world of flesh is one of many weird varied delights. What do you think that he will do when he discovers that you offer only frigid incompetence?
  • Leliana: If we reach that point…if we do… it will be because we love each other.
  • Morrigan: And yet love grows rotten on the vine so quickly. A sour fruit that offers only a memory of sweetness, what is it worth, truly?
  • Leliana: Everything; only a dried up shell of a person would not know that.
  • Morrigan: We shall see.

(the following party banters are cut from the retail game, but for pc users can be restored using the "Morrigan restoration pack" Mod)


(Playing a male Warden and romancing Leliana)

  • Morrigan: The way you look at him so intently, so hungrily… one would think you have never seen a man before.
  • Leliana: Where I look is not your concern.
  • Morrigan: It is almost as though you wish he would feel your gaze upon him, and notice you.
  • Morrigan: And maybe he does notice you, but what does he see? A girl, skinny like a boy, with wild, ragged hair.
  • Leliana: What is your point, Morrigan? That I am not attractive?
  • Leliana: I do not need to make disparaging remarks about other women to make myself feel better. I know who I am.
  • Leliana: You say that I am the one who tries to be noticed, when it is you. He has ignored your advances, hasn't he?
  • Leliana: Perhaps it's time you stop projecting your own troubles on someone else.

(variation if romance with Morrigan is active)

  • Morrigan: The way you look at him so intently, so hungrily… one would think you have never seen a man before.
  • Leliana: Where I look is not your concern.
  • Morrigan: True enough. There is no way I can deny you this… but why would he choose you, when he could have me?
  • Leliana: You're confident, for a woman raised in a swamp, far from anything remotely resembling civilization.
  • Morrigan: And maybe that is my appeal? A woman like you, why, he could find in any city in Thedas. You think you are cultured? Worldly?
  • Morrigan: Powdered, perfumed, you ooze elegance, but what man wants a woman who lies limp beneath him, frozen in place by the thought that she might ruin her hair?
  • Leliana: So you're saying you're wild and uninhibited? I suppose he must like your shrieking, you sound like a genlock being murdered--a sweet, sweet sound to a Grey Warden.
  • Leliana: You should try a little harder next time he takes you. I don't think they heard you in the Anderfels.
  • Morrigan: Tsk, tsk, Leliana. Watch your jealousy, or you'll give yourself wrinkles.
  • Leliana: Get away from me, or I shall have to take drastic measures.
  • Morrigan: Resorting to violence. And here I thought you were civilized.

(If the Warden dumped Morrigan for Leliana)

  • Morrigan: So he has chosen you. You think this is a triumph? Look at him… look at him and know that you will never truly have him.
  • Leliana: Jealousy, Morrigan. Tsk, tsk… it is not becoming--
  • Morrigan: You mock me, but when he is in your arms, in your bed, telling you he loves you, know that there will be moments when he is thinking of me.
  • Leliana: Andraste forgive me, but you, Morrigan, are a bitch. A cruel, cruel bitch, and you will get your comeuppance.
  • Morrigan: Perhaps. But even so, you know in your heart that I am right.

(If the Warden is in a romance with Morrigan at Love, but not Leliana)

  • Leliana: It's nice to see you two together. Love is such a wonderful thing, isn't it?
  • Morrigan: What are you talking about? Is this more of your insipidness?
  • Leliana: I… was talking about you and the Grey Warden. You don't think the rest of us haven't noticed, I hope?
  • Morrigan: There is nothing to notice. What you call "love" is nothing more than a wishful fancy.
  • Leliana: Oh, you don't fool me! Deep down inside you must be glad of it.
  • Morrigan: Let me tell you one thing, and then let us speak of it no more. Love is a weakness. Love is a cancer that grows inside and makes one do foolish things. Love is death. The love you dream of is something that would be more important to one than anything, even life. I know no such love.
  • Leliana: Oh.
  • Morrigan: What I know is passion. The respect of equals. Things far more valuable that I'll not speak to you any further. Now begone.

(variation if the Warden dumped Leliana for Morrigan)

  • Morrigan: Let me tell you one thing, and then let us speak of it no more. Love is a weakness. Love is a cancer that grows inside and makes one do foolish things. Love is death. The love you dream of is something that would be more important to one than anything, even life. I know no such love.
  • Leliana: Oh.
  • Morrigan: He chose me over you. If your hope is that he chose something pure and sugary sweet, then you are quite wrong.
  • Morrigan: What he chose was passion. The respect of equals. Things far more valuable that I'll not speak to you any further. Now begone.

(After completing The Arl of Redcliffe quest)

  • Morrigan: I imagine you have already composed a suitable ballad to commemorate the events at Redcliffe, Leliana?
  • Leliana: Why would I do such a thing?
  • Morrigan: You have taken up your instruments once again, have you not? So to speak. A bard takes events of great import and puts them to tale.
  • Leliana: What happened at Redcliffe was horrible! So many people died, and they were violated by unimaginable evil forces.
  • Morrigan: That was not so difficult, was it? You may wish to add music however.
  • Leliana: You make it sound as if you enjoyed what happened there. I can barely stomach to think of it.
  • Morrigan: But we were successful in the end. Victory without cost has little worth.
  • Leliana: I just think of what that poor little boy went through… no, I don't want to glorify what happened there.
  • Morrigan: Then who will learn from these events? I would think on it some more, were I you.

(After starting Leliana's Past)

  • Morrigan: So I see you are quite the little deceiver, after all.
  • Leliana: Finally decided to gloat, have you?"
  • Morrigan: It simply suits my view of the Chantry that one of their devoted sisters should turn out to be so full of hypocrisy.
  • Leliana: There are good people in the Chantry. Many good people who are just there to help others.
  • Morrigan: And apparently at least a few who are simply pretending to be good.
  • Leliana: At least I was trying to be better than I was. At least I regretted the evil I'd done. Better that than be someone who's never loved anyone or anything, least of all herself. Anything but that.
  • Morrigan: It seem that at least you got the self-righteousness down part. Well done.

Morrigan and Oghren[]

  • Oghren: I swear. The things I could do to you.
  • Morrigan: Ugh. It is leering at me once again…
  • Oghren: Oh. Did I say that out loud?
  • Oghren: You couldn't hurt me if you wanted to, witch, you know that?
  • Morrigan: T'is so?
  • Oghren: Dwarves resist magic, woman. There's nothing you could do.
  • Morrigan: Nothing? I could not, for instance, kick you in your manhood?
  • Oghren: Oof.
  • Morrigan: Do you wish to see?
  • Oghren: Not necessary.
  • Morrigan: Well, the offer stands.
  • Morrigan: That is a most offensive odor.
  • Oghren: And you're looking at me?
  • Morrigan: Should I be looking elsewhere? Have you forgotten about the fish you stored in your backpack, perhaps?
  • Oghren: I was saving it. Won't be ready for the lye for at least another day.
  • Morrigan: Even the Chasind did not have such disgusting habits, and they consumed the flesh of the dead.
  • Oghren: Fine, fine, I'll soak it in the lye now. Have it your way, Miss Squeamish.
  • Morrigan: That's not what I… no, never mind. Just… get it over with. Quickly.
  • Oghren: Hmmm. So you can turn into animals, aye? Like cats and wolves?
  • Morrigan: When the desire strikes me.
  • Oghren: Have you ever… you know. "When in Tevinter…"
  • Morrigan: That's a most curious little mind you have, dwarf. And what if I had? Would that thought comfort you during your lonely nights?
  • Oghren: Hmmm. Have you ever changed during--
  • Morrigan: Why are you suddenly asking me this?
  • Oghren: How do we know you're truly a woman? Or even human! You could be a chip mouse… or a nug! Ha! Imagine that!
  • Morrigan: Why, yes. I am actually a nug in human form. I have come to observe your kind.
  • Oghren: Huh. Nugs are good with extra sauce. I'm just saying.
  • Morrigan: Lay one hand on me again, dwarf, and it will be your last.
  • Oghren: Tripped on a rock. You don't want me to break my neck, do ya?
  • Morrigan: The prospect would not trouble me overmuch.
  • Oghren: Eh. You sound just like Branka.
  • Morrigan; Then I commend her good sense. But this is the last time I will tell you. Touch me no more.
  • Oghren: Huh. Branka said that too…
  • Oghren: Have you ever thought about getting yourself a husband, Morrigan? It might do you some good, you know.
  • Morrigan: Tie myself to another with bonds of servitude? It serves no purpose.
  • Oghren: Don't you want little Morrigans running about some day? The pitter-pat of little witchy feet?
  • Morrigan: You say that as if one is necessary for the other to follow. My mother needed no husband to have her daughters.
  • Oghren: But you're not an ugly, old forest witch. I'm sure you can land yourself a proper husband if you just show a bit more skin.
  • Morrigan: Is that how you "landed" your own wife? No wonder she turned to her own sex for comfort.
  • Oghren: Now that's just mean.
  • Morrigan: You are a disgusting creature, dwarf. Did you believe I would not see you? That scarf was my own.
  • Oghren: Bah! I had to blow my nose. Blasted surface air tickles the nostrils.
  • Morrigan: You had no right to take what was not yours!
  • Oghren: Don't be such a squealing nug. You can use my handkerchief any time.
  • Morrigan: If you have a handkerchief, then why not use it?
  • Oghren: Too dirty. Yours was cleaner.
  • Morrigan: This is intolerable! Don't force me to test that dwarven resistance of yours, fool.
  • Oghren: Promises, promises.

(If the Warden is in a romance with Morrigan)

  • Oghren: What do you people see in him?
  • Morrigan: See in whom?
  • Oghren: In the Warden.
  • Morrigan: (Chuckles) Jealous, are we?
  • Oghren: Jealous! Of him? Ha!
  • Morrigan: Of course. A handsome man, with women fawning over him. It must be very difficult for you to handle. I do not blame you your envy, however. Especially considering that the chances of any woman who is not struck both blind and dumb of providing you the attention you crave is… slight.
  • Oghren: Quiet, you! You can't get under my skin!
  • Morrigan: Were I you, I would simply give up all hope of knowing another woman at all. Or have you already? A wise move, if so.
  • Oghren: Forget I said anything.
  • Morrigan: Trust me, dwarf… I already have.

(If the Warden slept with Morrigan)

  • Oghren: So, you and the Grey Warden, huh? (Chuckles)
  • Morrigan: I hope you're not referring to Alistair.
  • Oghren: Him? Does he even like girls?
  • Morrigan: I believe the matter is still up for debate.
  • Alistair: (if present) *Sigh* I'm right here, you know.
  • Oghren: Anyway. You and the Grey Warden, huh?
  • Morrigan: Do you actually have a question, dwarf? Or is it your intention simply to leer and drool?
  • Oghren: Stick with the classics. Leer and drool.
  • Morrigan: I thought so.

Morrigan and Shale[]

  • Shale: The swamp witch has a great deal in common with my former master.
  • Morrigan: "The swamp witch?" How original.
  • Shale: The swamp witch has the same arrogance, the same air of cruelty. I would hate for it to have possession of my control rod… if it still worked, of course.
  • Morrigan: Let me tell you what you can do with your control rod, golem.
  • Shale: Is it telling me that if the rod did work that it wouldn't want control over me?
  • Morrigan: I wouldn't go so far as that. I could, for instance, command you to go and jump in a lake. A very deep lake.
  • Shale: It fools no one. The swamp witch would control everything, if it could. It would have us all dancing on its strings.
  • Morrigan: Oh, you know me too well, golem. Your revealing gaze has laid me bare.
  • Shale: I will be watching the swamp witch. It must not be trusted.
  • Morrigan: (Sigh) Now you're beginning to sound just like Alistair.
  • Shale: I understand the swamp witch is out to slay its own mother?
  • Morrigan: Entirely in self-defense.
  • Shale: So it claims. It could not have been its plan from the very beginning, then.
  • Morrigan: I knew nothing about my mother's… intentions… prior to finding the book. 'Twas your notion I arranged that?
  • Shale: Unnecessary, considering it is the only one who can read the book. It could just as well be a journal, or a book of recipes.
  • Morrigan: Would you like me to teach you how to read the book? Then you can see for yourself.
  • Shale: (Snorts) Now it is testing me.
  • Morrigan: (Chuckles) Well do you care enough to learn, or no?
  • Shale: No. I do not care.
  • Morrigan: Then leave me be.
  • Shale: Why does the swamp witch still travel with the Grey Wardens?
  • Morrigan: You are of the opinion that I should not be?
  • Shale: I am curious. It seems as if it has little reason to stay.
  • Morrigan: The same could be said of you. There is no control rod commanding your presence, golem.
  • Shale: I have no history, and thus no purpose. The same cannot be said for the swamp witch. Its purpose is simply unknown.
  • Morrigan: Keep asking questions and I shall turn into a bird. I can do that.
  • Shale: (Snorts) I have no fear of birds.
  • Morrigan: Oh, I didn't say you were afraid. I would simply hover out of reach, hovering, waiting until…
  • Shale: Enough! I shall be silent.
  • Morrigan: Excellent choice.
  • Shale: How many other forms can the swamp witch become?
  • Morrigan: Several.
  • Shale: Can it become a golem?
  • Morrigan: Seeking companionship, are you?
  • Shale: If it could become a golem, I simply wonder why it would not stay that way. It is a superior form.
  • Morrigan: No, I cannot become a golem. I can learn to become animals, and each form must be learned anew.
  • Shale: And how does it learn a form? Does it read about it somewhere?
  • Morrigan: (Laughs) 'Tis not a talent one can read from books! You must copy a creature's soul!
  • Shale: I do not understand.
  • Morrigan: Nor should you. Rock is unchanging -- allow it to stay that way.
  • Shale: Would the swamp witch consider explaining the nature of magic to me? I am most curious.
  • Morrigan: Surely there is another who would not be so bothered by your tiresome questions. Perhaps Alistair?
  • Shale: I fear the second Warden has not the knowledge to answer my question.
  • Morrigan: You might ask him anyhow. Certainly whatever he happened to come up with would serve as amusement.
  • Shale: I do not understand. I seek enlightenment, and not amusement.
  • Morrigan: You're apt to get much further seeking amusement, I assure you.
  • Shale: The swamp witch is a most confusing creature. I do not understand it.
  • Morrigan: You're not the first one to say so. The first golem, perhaps.
  • Shale: I will ask the swamp witch later when it is less inclined to make bizarre responses to my queries.
  • Morrigan: You will be waiting for some time, then, I fear.
  • Shale: I would still like to know how the swamp witch learns its forms.
  • Morrigan: Eager, are you not? Does the golem wish to become human, after all?
  • Shale: A human is soft and weak form. I desire no such thing.
  • Morrigan: Then why the interest in shapechanging? Unless you secretly wish to become something other than what you are?
  • Shale: Is that why the swamp witch learned? To escape her form?
  • Morrigan: In a way. It was lonely to grow up in the Wilds. To join with the forest, to become one with its denizens… there was a freedom in that.
  • Shale: I think it would be an excellent talent for disguises.
  • Morrigan: Or perhaps to walk through doors without hitting one's head, hmm?
  • Shale: Yes, exactly.
  • Morrigan: well. 'Tis not a good enough reason.
  • Shale: What is a good enough reason?
  • Morrigan: For which?
  • Shale: It said that my reason for learning more of shapechanging was "not good enough." What reason would be?
  • Morrigan: (Chuckles) I do not know. Tell me what it is, and I shall decide.
  • Shale: It could simply decide any reason was insufficient then.
  • Morrigan: You find that maddening, do you?
  • Shale: It has a bird-like nature to its sadism, I'll give it that.
  • Morrigan: Good. Let us leave it that way.
  • Shale: So I take it that the swamp witch and the Grey Warden are… intimate?
  • Morrigan: I am hoping that is not a reference to Alistair.
  • Shale: Because it believes I am an oblivious moron?
  • Morrigan: Anything is possible. As to the original question, is there a reason you ask?
  • Shale: I am simply curious as to whether or not it bewitched the Grey Warden.
  • Morrigan: (Scoffs) I have no need to force anything from men.
  • Shale: Oh? My apologies then. I was about to offer my congratulations for a task accomplished.
  • Morrigan: And not intended as a backhanded compliment at all, yes?
  • Shale: Not at all. I am the soul of politeness.
  • Shale: The swamp witch desires something from it.
  • Morrigan: From what? Ah… you mean from him. (Chuckles) And if I do? What of it?
  • Shale: It is aware of the swamp witch's true nature?
  • Morrigan: Let me guess. You know my true nature?
  • Shale: I have spent a great deal of time observing the world. I know what I see what I see it.
  • Morrigan: You spent thirty years watching whatever a small village was willing to parade in front of your eyes. Do not cast yourself as the worldly sage. At best you are a barely-working statue with a poor memory and a poor attitude. Do not seek to begin judging me.
  • Shale: Hmph. Perhaps it has a point.
  • Morrigan: Yes, I should think so.
  • Shale: The swamp witch has been looking at me oddly. Stop it, or I will crush its tiny, bird-like head.
  • Morrigan: I am simply finding it difficult to believe that there is a woman inside of there.
  • Shale: A woman who was also a warrior. And a dwarf.
  • Morrigan: Yes, that would explain a great deal.

Morrigan and Sten[]

  • Morrigan: You are very quiet, Sten.
  • Sten: Only compared to some.
  • Sten: Do you know of the kasaanda? The… sundew, in the common tongue?
  • Morrigan: I do not believe so.
  • Sten: No? You are so alike, I thought you kindred.
  • Morrigan: What is that supposed to mean? What is the sundew?
  • Sten: A flower.
  • Morrigan: Oh? I am a flower, am I? How unexpected.
  • Sten: That entraps and devours insects.
  • Morrigan: Ah, now that I expected. (Chuckles)
  • Morrigan: I am led to understand that the Qunari have their own mages as well. Is that so?
  • Sten: You would not understand.
  • Morrigan: Not understand? Is it mental capacity that you believe I lack? Or are you worried I will sympathize with my so-called brethren?
  • Sten: Take your pick.
  • Morrigan: (Chuckles) Is that supposed to make me angry?
  • Sten: It means I find myself wishing that your people held proper, civilized attitudes towards magic.
  • Morrigan: Hmm. That is a rather hostile thing to say.
  • Sten: And yet you continue speaking. Astonishing.
  • Morrigan: So are you going to continue staring at me as if I am covered in eels?
  • Sten: Eels would be something.
  • Morrigan: Prudery! How charming. I expected paranoia. This is much better. I prefer to be stared at lustfully, if at all.
  • Sten: Keep trying, then.
  • Morrigan: Oh? Then shall I demonstrate an act or two? And you may tell me hot or cold?
  • Sten: I'll save time. Cold.
  • Morrigan: (Chuckles) You are a tease.
  • Morrigan: So have you changed your mind, Sten? I dream about you and I, if you must know.
  • Sten: You would, even were I interested in a small thing like you. The Qunari act is… unpleasant.
  • Morrigan: Unpleasant? Unpleasant how? Now I really am interested.
  • Sten: Deadly.
  • Morrigan: And what if I didn't mind? I enjoy a little… animation.
  • Sten: You'd be less animated afterward.
  • Morrigan: It sounds as if I am arousing your passions already, my dear Sten.
  • Sten: Parshaara. Why do you pester me?
  • Morrigan: (Chuckles) Because 'tis amusing, that is why.

(Alternate version if the Warden if in a romance with Morrigan)

  • Morrigan: So have you changed your mind, Sten? I dream about you and I, if you must know.
  • Sten: Don't you belong to the Grey Warden?
  • Morrigan: In fact I belong to no one. And he would not mind, I am certain.
  • Sten: You would, even were I interested in a small thing like you. The Qunari act is… unpleasant.
  • Morrigan: Unpleasant? Unpleasant how? Now I really am interested.
  • Sten: Deadly.
  • Morrigan: And what if I didn't mind? I enjoy a little… animation.
  • Sten: You'd be less animated afterward.
  • Morrigan: It sounds as if I am arousing your passions already, my dear Sten.
  • Sten: Parshaara. Why do you pester me?
  • Morrigan: (Chuckles) Because 'tis amusing, that is why.
  • Morrigan: You seem so deep in thought, my dear Sten. Thinking of me, perhaps? The two of us, together at last?
  • Sten: Yes.
  • Morrigan: I… what did you say?
  • Sten: You will need armor, I think. And a helmet. And something to bite down on. How strong are human teeth?
  • Morrigan: How strong are my teeth?
  • Sten: Qunari teeth can bite through leather, wood, even metal given time. Which reminds me, I may try to nuzzle.
  • Morrigan: Nuzzle?
  • Sten: If that happens, you'll need an iron pry bar. Heat it in a fire, first, or it may not get my attention.
  • Morrigan: Perhaps it would be better if we did not proceed.
  • Sten: Are you certain? If it will satisfy your curiosity…
  • Morrigan: Yes. Yes, I think it is best.
  • Sten: Why are you here?
  • Morrigan: Excuse me?
  • Sten: Obviously you are no priestess. But shouldn't you be… running a shop, or a farm somewhere, rather than fighting?
  • Morrigan: You think to tell me my place, Qunari? You are very brave.
  • Sten: It is not done.
  • Morrigan: But it is done. Do not be such a blind fool.
  • Sten: I speak the truth. It is not I who is blind.
  • Morrigan: Look around you, then. You see women throughout this land, fighters and mages both.
  • Sten: That has yet to be proven.
  • Morrigan: Which? That they fight? Or that they are female?
  • Sten: Either.
  • Morrigan: So I am not truly a woman to you? Hmm. 'Tis good to know.

(If the Warden is in a romance with Morrigan)

  • Sten: What are you trying to do, woman?
  • Morrigan: I was not attempting to do anything. And do not speak to me in that tone.
  • Sten: With the Warden.
  • Morrigan: (Chuckles) Ah. Did you desire a demonstration?
  • Sten: Do you believe you can control him? Did your magic fail you there?
  • Morrigan: You have no idea what you speak of, Qunari.
  • Sten: Perhaps not. But I know a viper when I see one.

Morrigan and Wynne[]

  • Wynne: You have a barbed tongue, Morrigan. Tell me, why do you speak to others this way?
  • Morrigan: I owe you no explanation. There is no writing on my forehead that say: "Please, guide me!"
  • Wynne: You are traveling with these people. It behooves you to be civil.
  • Morrigan: You are too transparent, old woman. Do not bring up our companions, when all you wish is for me to be civil to you. I am not one of your Circle apprentices, to hang on your every word. I am not Alistair, who sees in you a surrogate mother.
  • Wynne: No, it is obvious you are nothing like Alistair.
  • Morrigan: Take your lectures elsewhere. They mean nothing to me.
  • Wynne: It must have been very difficult for you and your mother, Morrigan, to live always hiding from the Chantry and its hunters.
  • Morrigan: Your pitying tone is as unwelcome as it is unnecessary, old woman. There was nothing difficult about our lives in the slightest.
  • Wynne: But surely you must have drawn notice from time to time. No matter how powerful you claim to be, you would not wish the full attention of the Chantry.
  • Morrigan: Hunters did come into the Wilds from time to time. They did not leave.
  • Wynne: And the interest of the Chantry was never aroused? I find that difficult to believe.
  • Morrigan: I imagine you find many things difficult to believe. Your own preference for the leash you wear, for instance.
  • Wynne: There are good reasons for the world for fear mages, even despite our best intentions.
  • Morrigan: Your best intentions, perhaps. Their fear concerns me not at all.
  • Wynne: What you said before, Morrigan… about the Circle of Magi being a leash… do you truly believe that?
  • Morrigan: Only a fool would think otherwise.
  • Wynne: You would prefer a world where young mages were slain by the ignorant for their talent? Taught to fear their abilities?
  • Morrigan: That is what the Circle teaches. You fear your abilities, instead of reveling in them.
  • Wynne: Believing ourselves to be superior over other men is what led to the Imperium… and the darkspawn.
  • Morrigan: *Scoffs* I cannot believe you give credence to such drivel.
  • Wynne: Those who do not heed the lessons of history are doomed to repeat them.
  • Morrigan: Then you need look no further than the elves for an example of what occurs when you allow others to hold your leash.
  • Wynne: I have been thinking about what you said, Morrigan. About the Circle.
  • Morrigan: Allow me to leap to the supposition that you disagree.
  • Wynne: Let us say that the Circle did not exist. What sort of a world would you envision for mages? Would you advocate a return to the days of the Imperium?
  • Morrigan: I advocate nothing. Nature dictates that the strong survive, if they have the will.
  • Wynne: So you prefer a life of hardship and fear, so long as you believe you aren't tethered and free to do as you wish.
  • Morrigan: That is so.
  • Wynne: But are you not here because your mother wished you to be?
  • Morrigan: I could leave if I desired to.
  • Wynne: Of course. It simply strikes me as odd that one who believes in such freedom has never spent any time alone and unprotected.
  • Morrigan: I have spent time alone and unprotected.
  • Wynne: I'm sorry, what?
  • Morrigan: You said earlier that I had spent no time alone, I have. I left the wilds more than once when I was young to seek more of the world of men.
  • Wynne: Did you return to the Wilds on your own? Or did your mother seek you out?
  • Morrigan: She would never leave the Wilds. I returned on my own. The world of man… is dangerous.
  • Wynne: And frightening, I imagine. Especially for someone ill-prepared for it.
  • Morrigan: But the Circle is no place of safety. 'Tis a place of subjugation.
  • Wynne: Is it? It is by no means perfect, I agree, but consider the alternative. At least other mages can understand our struggle. We can help each other.
  • Morrigan: It is… something to consider, I suppose.
  • Wynne: Well that's certainly something.

(If the Warden is in a romance with Morrigan)

  • Morrigan: You do not approve of me, do you?
  • Wynne: You have to ask? I didn't realize I was being subtle.
  • Morrigan: Ah, the old cat still has her claws, I see. And you also do not approve of my involvement with our stalwart Grey Warden.
  • Wynne: You are dangerous, Morrigan. Dangerous, cunning and thoroughly deceitful. But you are beautiful, and he is young. It's a pity he doesn't know any better.
  • Morrigan: Why, Wynne, I do believe that is the first time you have ever offered a compliment. Thank you.
  • Wynne: Only you would take that as a compliment.
  • Morrigan: Listen, old woman. what happens between myself and him is not your concern. You can approve or not approve as you wish, but this is one thing you cannot influence and mold to your liking.
  • Wynne: So you say. I do hope that one day soon you will discover that neither is he.
  • Morrigan: You mistake my intent, old cat. And you are a fool.
  • Wynne: Am I? Well, let's hope so.

(After Wynne's condition is revealed)

  • Morrigan: You must be vastly relieved, Wynne.
  • Wynne: Relieved? I do not understand what you mean.
  • Morrigan: Most your age would spend much of their time pre-occupied wondering when they might perish. Yet you already know.
  • Wynne: Eavesdropping is not considered very polite, dear.
  • Morrigan: A fortunate thing, then, that I do not consider myself bound by such rules.
  • Wynne: In response to your question, I know only that I died once. I do not know how much time I have left… only that it is very little.
  • Morrigan: That is not so very different from before, surely. You are an old woman.
  • Wynne: One who keenly appreciates that our time in this world should be spent doing what is important.
  • Morrigan: I have always lived by such a philosophy.
  • Wynne: How reassuring.

(After Wynne's condition is revealed)

  • Morrigan: Have you given thought to, perhaps, prolonging your life by forcing another spirit into your service?
  • Wynne: Of course not.
  • Morrigan: I would. Of course, I am still young, beautiful, and my life is my own while you are bound to that Circle. Hmm. I wonder why I asked. It would be a silly thing, prolonging your life. A waste.
  • Wynne: Think what you will, Morrigan. When the end comes, I will go gladly to my rest, proud of my achievements. While, you… you will see how empty your life was. You will realize that because you never had love for others, you never received love in return. And you will die alone and unmourned.
  • Morrigan: You speak of meaningless things. I need no one to mourn me, old woman.
  • Wynne: More's the pity.

Morrigan and Zevran[]

  • Morrigan: So what is going to keep you from poisoning your target now that you have been allowed to accompany us, I wonder?
  • Zevran: You are. You will be watching me ever so closely to make sure I attempt no such thing.
  • Morrigan: And why would I do such a thing? Sneaking into our good graces in order to make another attempt is what I would do, were I you.
  • Zevran: And here I was becoming rather fond of the idea of you watching me closely.
  • Morrigan: It would be a simple enough matter to poison the food in camp. Or cut our throats while we sleep.
  • Zevran: You seem rather charmed by the idea.
  • Morrigan: It would seem an appropriate result of sparing your life.
  • Zevran: Ah. Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you then. The next time I am spared I will be sure to immediately turn upon my benefactors. Will that do?
  • Morrigan: You do still intend to kill your target, do you not? Is your reputation not on the line?
  • Zevran: Are you still on about this, woman?
  • Morrigan: I am led to believe that the Crows would never permit such a transgression. They will come after you, and in force.
  • Zevran: It has come to my attention that the Crows are not always successful when pit against Grey Wardens and their companions.
  • Morrigan: Perhaps they will send someone competent next time.
  • Zevran: You wound me.
  • Morrigan: I have considered doing far more than that, trust me.
  • Morrigan: So you do not fear the Crows at all?
  • Zevran: I think of it more as my desire to leave them far exceeds the fear I possess of them.
  • Morrigan: You think the Grey Wardens will give you safe harbor once all this is done? Surely you are not so naive.
  • Zevran: I am willing to take my chances.
  • Morrigan: And if you are wrong?
  • Zevran: Then I will be dead. One does not do what I do and fear death so very greatly.
  • Morrigan: There are fates worse than death.
  • Zevran: And one of them is being unable to choose which master you serve. Trust me, my dear, I am well pleased with my current direction.
  • Morrigan: These Crows of yours, Zevran. Are they as extraordinary as you claim?
  • Zevran: They all but rule over my homeland. Do you find that extraordinary?
  • Morrigan: If true. Are they so powerful simply because they are very good at what they do? Or is there some secret to their power?
  • Zevran: If there were a secret, it would only remain so if it were not told, my dear.
  • Morrigan: You are not longer bound to such a code. or do you believe their wrath will be greater than it already is, should you speak out of turn?
  • Zevran: It may be that I simply do not wish to tell you. You get the most delightful wrinkle in your brow when you are curious.
  • Morrigan: I see. You are impossibly frustrating, you know this.
  • Zevran: I do. It is part of my charm, or so I'm told.
  • Zevran: Your mother is supposedly the one called Flemeth, the very witch from legend, is that not true?
  • Morrigan: There is nothing "supposed" about it. Flemeth is my mother.
  • Zevran: Hmm. I was more doubtful of the legend rather than your relationship to this woman. Anyone can claim a name, after all.
  • Morrigan: You're welcome to ask her, if you ever meet her. You're just her type.
  • Zevran: Oh? Elven and handsome?
  • Morrigan: The sort that will never be missed.
  • Zevran: Sounds intriguing, if you ask me.
  • Morrigan: You assassin types have a death wish, I see.
  • Zevran: (Laughs) Only the really good ones.
  • Zevran: So if the legend of your mother is true, Morrigan, does that mean that the legends of her many daughters are as well?
  • Morrigan: To be honest, I have no idea. I've never met any sister of mine, nor has my mother spoken of any.
  • Zevran: But it could be true, yes? If you exist, there could have been others like you.
  • Morrigan: Long ago, perhaps. Why?
  • Zevran: We have legends of witches in Antiva. one that tells of a Witch of the Wild, traveled far from her home to settle in the Tellari Swamps.
  • Morrigan: And? You thought I might know this woman?
  • Zevran: If one legend can be true, why not another? Who knows how many Morrigans are scattered about Thedas, hmm?
  • Morrigan: It's not something I'd like to contemplate.
  • Zevran: Oh? You do not appreciate a little competition from a half-sister or two?
  • Morrigan: Silence, elf. It is none of your concern.
  • Zevran: Such sinister glares do you a disservice, dear Morrigan. Yours should be a face that smiles.
  • Morrigan: Do tell.
  • Zevran: Has no one told you? Perhaps that is not surprising, considering you have lived such a sheltered life. Were you a woman of the city, you would be accustomed to men showering you with praise and gifts.
  • Morrigan: I know as much of men as I need to. I know when one is indulging in pointless flattery, for instance.
  • Zevran: It is flattery only if I exaggerate the truth to please you. I am but stating a simple fact.
  • Morrigan: Tell me, does this work on other women?
  • Zevran: I think any woman would like to hear the truth of how her beauty affects a man. Do you not?
  • Morrigan: I think that sort of manure is best reserved for farming.
  • Zevran: Ah, one day you will realize that you have wasted your youth and beauty on bitterness and suspicion, mark my words.
  • Morrigan: Remind me to bring you along if we go sailing. The hot air will prove useful.

(With Leliana, Alistair, or Oghren in the party)

  • Zevran: Has anyone told you what marvellous eyes you possess, my dear?
  • Morrigan: Again with the flattery? Do you not tire from these pointless exercises?
  • Zevran: In Antiva, women are accustomed to being showered with the praise they deserve. Men should worship you at your feet as you pass.
  • Morrigan: They don't find that incredibly annoying?
  • Zevran: They are goddesses receiving their subjects, just as you should be. Whatever would be annoying about that?
  • Morrigan: I have no wish to be placed upon a pedestal.
  • Zevran: But you deserve no less. You should be admired by painters, copied by sculptors, exalted by poets! Surely you know that yours is a beauty so exotic it--it would turn the eye of the Maker Himself!
  • Morrigan: Well, I suppose I…

(With Alistair)

  • Alistair: By the Maker! You were right! You win, I guess. (Alistair is unhardened)
  • Alistair: By the Maker! You were right. You win. (Alistair is hardened)
  • Zevran: Thank you, ser. I expect payment forthwith. (Alistair is unhardened)
  • Zevran: I think you owe me five silvers, yes? (Alistair is hardened)
  • Morrigan: I hate you all.

(With Leliana)

  • Leliana: You are a master indeed, Zevran. You win the bet fair and square.
  • Zevran: Much obliged, madame.
  • Morrigan: I hate you all.

(With Oghren)

  • Oghren: Hmph. Fine. So I owe you a flagon. Bastard.
  • Zevran: Much obliged, ser.
  • Morrigan: I hate you all.

(If the Warden is in a romance with Zevran)

  • Morrigan: That is wily of you, Zevran.
  • Zevran: What is so wily of me, o magical temptress?
  • Morrigan: Getting in the good graces of the one who decides whether you live or die. Not to mention the one who can protect you against your former comrades.
  • Zevran: And I am supposed to believe you are here because of a… sense of patriotism, perhaps?
  • Morrigan: Ha! Hardly that.
  • Zevran: We all have our reasons for doing what we do. Mine happen to come with a set of strong hands. (Male Warden)
  • Zevran: We all have our reasons for doing what we do. Mine happen to come with a set of lovely eyes. (Female Warden)

(If the Warden is in a romance with Morrigan)

  • Zevran: I see your friendship with the Grey Warden is going very well.
  • Morrigan: Is there a reason you say that with a smirk, elf?
  • Zevran: I think you know. You and I are not so dissimilar after all. I know what you are doing, lovely woman.
  • Morrigan: And what is it that you think I am doing? Besides the Grey Warden that is.
  • Zevran: Biding your time, naturally. But for what, I wonder?
  • Morrigan: Why don't you ask him, if you're so curious.
  • Zevran: I doubt that he even knows. I am content to wait and see for myself, however.
  • Morrigan: Then don't bring it up again.

(Alternate version if the Warden is also in a romance with Zevran)

  • Zevran: I see your friendship with the Grey Warden is going very well.
  • Morrigan: As is yours.
  • Zevran: A-ha! Then you know?
  • Morrigan: I am not a fool, if you thought me one.
  • Zevran: I do not think you a fool, my lovely woman. We are not so dissimilar, after all. I know what you are doing.
  • Morrigan: And what is it that you think I am doing? Besides the Grey Warden that is.
  • Zevran: Biding your time, naturally. But for what, I wonder?
  • Morrigan: Why don't you ask him, if you're so curious.
  • Zevran: I doubt that he even knows. I am content to wait and see for myself, however.
  • Morrigan: Then don't bring it up again.

(After completing Flemeth's Real Grimoire)

  • Zevran: So I wonder, do you intend to take your mother's place, now?
  • Morrigan: Take her place? What do you mean?
  • Zevran: As the new Witch of the Wild. That was her title, no? When one slays the queen, it's assumed they'll take her throne.
  • Morrigan: Considering the throne is a small shack in the middle of a cold wilderness, I think I may just pass.
  • Zevran: And why would you lie to me, I wonder?
  • Morrigan: Ah. Is this the part where you hint at some subtle plot of mine? Because you are so very perceptive?
  • Zevran: So you didn't know what your mother planned until you read it in that book, that's what you said.
  • Morrigan: That is correct.
  • Zevran: I admire you. You are a wicked, wicked woman.
  • Morrigan: And you are a fool who spends far too much time on his hair.

(After Alistair's heritage is revealed)

  • Morrigan: Think of it, Zevran. you may have stumbled into a most delightful possibility for your future.
  • Zevran: Oh? Are you dispensing professional advice now?
  • Morrigan: It simply occurs to me that if, say, Alistair were to become king of Ferelden he may have need of someone of your… talents.
  • Zevran: From what I know of the fellow it seems there would be a fair difference between what he needed and what he cared to make use of.
  • Morrigan: If Alistair becomes king, it would certainly not be through any brilliance on his part. Whoever puts him there… now there's the one who will need you.
  • Zevran: Hmmm. Now that's an interesting thought. You've such a devious mind, my dear. Why have we not made love as of yet?
  • Morrigan: For what purpose? I would sooner stab you in the face than let you touch me, elf.
  • Zevran: And somehow that makes the idea even more intriguing…