Morrigan/Dialogue

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.

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• 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.

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• 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.

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• 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.

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• 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.

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• Shale: I would still like to know how the swamp witch learns its forms.
• Morrigan: Eater, 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.

Morrigan and Alistair

• 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.

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• 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.

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• 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.

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• 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.

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• 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.

Morrigan and Leliana

• 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?

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• 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!"

Morrigan and Zevran

• 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...

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• 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 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?

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• 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.

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• 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.

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• 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 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.

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• 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.