Morrigan/Dialogue

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. It also contains a list of the conversations Morrigan shares with The Warden.

Morrigan's remarks

(added to the party) "Indeed."
(taken out of the party) "Blasted damnation!"

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(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."

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(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."
(outside Eamon'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?"

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(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"

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(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?"

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(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."
(approaching the urn) "Powerful magic, indeed."

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(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."

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(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?"

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(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."

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(Activating Shale) "Then one wonders that you wouldn't be grateful to the one who allowed you to stretch your legs, golem."

Morrigan and the Warden

The dialogue options shown here are not yet totally comprehensive. The approval number shown represents the change in approval for that specific conversation option and not for the entire conversation. For the total change in approval add up each option you intend to select.

Deep in the Wilds

During the conversation with Flemeth she will suggest that you take Morrigan with you. At this point in the conversation the following dialogue options are available:

I think that's an excellent idea.
- Any of the three options
  - She won't come to harm with us. (+4)
    - No, I prefer you speak your mind. (only appears once) (+4)
      - I think we should just get underway.
  - We don't need her help. (-5)
    - I think we should just get underway.

Note: Conflict: This dialogue conflicts with Alistair's. If you want (+4) for Morrigan and (+4) for Alistair choose "No, I prefer you speak your mind." instead of "I think we should just get underway." After that, choose "We need all the help we can get." to get back to "I think we should just get underway." without losing approval from either of them. You can also choose to ask Morrigan questions about herself, Flemmeth and what she thinks should be done, as well as about her skills. This can lead to an amusing comment about Alistair's terrible cooking. As long as you don't insult either of them or Flemmeth, you shouldn't have trouble keeping approval.

Idle Conversation

How did you become a shapechanger?

Your mother has been doing this for a long time, then?
That does sound like something you’d do. (+1)
But it’s just a legend, right?
- Can you change into other human forms, as well? (repeat)
- Can anyone become a shapechanger? (repeat)
- Do you spend a lot of time as an animal? (repeat)
  - And what do other animals think of you when you’re changed? (repeat previous)
- I’ve never heard of magic like that before. (not available to Dalish wardens)
  - By “practitioners” you mean apostates, don’t you? (-1) (repeat previous)
  - The Chantry simply seeks to protect us from danger. (-5) (repeat previous)
  - Isn’t that sort of magic open to abuse? (repeat previous)
  - That’s good. Such traditions need to be preserved. (+2) (repeat previous unless a mage warden)
    - "Maybe a little."
    - "Yes, very much so." (+1)
    - "No, not really." (-1)
    - "If I did, I wouldn't tell you." (-3)
- There have been Dalish keepers that use similar magic. (Dalish elf wardens only)
  - We don't know much about our origins, I'm afraid. (repeat previous)
  - I doubt they'd be willing to tell you much. (repeat previous)
  - That would be intriguing, wouldn't it? (repeat previous)
- No, nothing specific. (ends conversation)
- That’s all I wanted to ask. (available after "investigating" any options)
  - I think your abilities sound quite useful. (+4)
  - It does seem a little… revolting. (-10)
  - Maybe tied to a flagpole and tickled. (+2) (Male only, initiates 'romance')
  - That would just make you angry, I think.
  - At the very least. (-10)

Can you teach others to become shapechangers?

(available after asking, "How did you become a shapechanger?")

Perhaps you had better find the desire, then. (-15)
I should have known you’d be a selfish bitch. (-10)
And why not?
As you wish.

(Mage Wardens only)

"Possibly."
"Yes, I am considering it."
"Do you see any other mages about?" (-1)
"I was thinking of Wynne, actually." (once Wynne has been recruited)

Did you grow up in the Korcari Wilds?

Why do you ask me such questions? I do not probe you for pointless information, do I?
- You can probe me anytime. (+2) (Male Wardens only, begins romance) (to 2)
- You could if you wanted to. (Female Wardens only) (+2) (to 2)
- I’m curious, what’s wrong with that? (to 2)
- Fine, I will leave you be. (-1)
  - Just answer the damned question, then! (-5) (to 2)
  - We don’t need to be strangers, do we? (+1) (to 2)
  - It’s my favorite way of annoying you. (-1)
    - I could give it a whirl. (to 2)
    - How about I use a large club, instead? (-2) (to 2)
    - I’m sorry. I’d just like to know you better. (to 2)
- It’s my favorite way of annoying you. (-1)
  - I could give it a whirl. (to 2)
  - How about I use a large club, instead? (-2) (to 2)
  - I’m sorry. I’d just like to know you better. (to 2)
In time, I grew curious. I left the Wilds to explore what lay beyond. Never for long. Brief forays into a civilized wilderness.
- And you remained unnoticed?
- But you kept going back to the Wilds?
- I have a hard time picturing that. (-1)
  - You must have looked quite the fool. (-5)
  - Very daring. That sounds like you. (+2)
  - I can just imagine.
  - Were you hurt? (+1)
    - That was quick thinking. (+3)
    - What happened to the poor man? (-2)
    - I’m supposed to be surprised you’re a good liar?
      - It’s not “human” society. You’re in Ferelden. (Humans only)
      - I have no idea. I'm not human. (Elf and Dwarf)
      - Touching? Like a handshake?
      - Were you upset by all the bad touching?
        Yet here you are. (-1) (end)
        
        You can go back, if you like. (-4) (end)
        
        I guess the joke’s on you, then. (end)
        
        Well, I’m glad it worked out this way, at least. (+1) (end)

So life in the Wilds must have been very lonely.

(becomes available at a certain approval rating, perhaps 21 or 26)

And did they speak back? (-1)
And that seemed normal to you?
But you eventually left?
That sounds wonderful. (+4)
- So you were a thief?
- I can’t imagine Flemeth was pleased.
- What happened then?
  - But you were just a child.
  - I have a hard time picturing you heartbroken. (-4)
  - Flemeth was right, no doubt. (-1)
    - I feel sorry for you. (-4)
    - But you don’t need to live that way any longer. (+2)
    - They made you stronger, didn’t they? (+5)
    - Those are harsh lessons to teach a child. (+1)

Have you ever been hunted by the Chantry?

(Chuckles) You are very cute to ask so many questions.
- I’m glad you think so. (+1)
- And you are cute when you’re evasive. (+2)
- You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.
- Just answer. Or don’t. (-5)
  - Fun? You found it fun?
  - You really had no trouble with them?
  - I feel sorry for the templars. (-3)
    - Flemeth used you as bait?
    - Did you actually kill them all?
    - Surely more would have followed.
      - Don’t you regret hurting any of those men at all? (-5) (to 2)
      - What exactly is an apostate? (to 3)
      - Do you still think that was fun? (to 2)
      - They got what they deserved. (+2) (to 3)
If the Wilds have taught me anything, 'tis this: first you must survive. Do you disagree?
- Absolutely. There are worse things than death. (-5) (end)
- That’s a pathetic justification. (-15) (end)
- You’re probably right. (+2) (end)
- I have no opinion on the matter. (end)
It may even be true. Still, those of us who prefer freedom see no reason to submit.
- Meaning what? “We’ll fight you to the end?” (-3) (end)
- Have you no responsibility to those around you? (-5) (end)
- If I were a mage, I might think the same. (+1) (end)
- The Circle is not quite what you picture. (-3) (end) (Mage Wardens only)
- I agree completely. (+2) (end)
- If you say so. (end)

Is Flemeth really what she seems to be?

(note: dialog will vary slightly for non-human Wardens)

(Chuckles) Well that depends, does it not? What does she seem to be?
- An old woman.
- A powerful maleficar.
- A nutty old bat. (+1)
- Human?
  - I didn’t even know there was such a thing.
  - I’ve heard a little of it.
  - I’m more interested in the truth.
  - Spare me the bedtime stories. (-5)
    - That sounds interesting. (+2) (to 2)
    - All right, but make it quick. (-3) (to 2)
    - And the point would be? (-5)
      - Very well. Tell me your story. (to 2)
      - No thanks. (-5) (ends conversation)
As the tale is sung by the bards, there was a time when Flemeth was young and beautiful. A fair lass in a land of barbarian men, the desire of any who saw her.
- Just how long ago is this?
- Yes, I’ve heard this part.
- Not true, then?
  - He sold his wife to another man?
  - Flemeth must have been angry.
  - Seems like a fair deal. (+1)
    - She spoke to spirits? Or demons?
    - But wasn’t she now married to a wealthier man?
    - So she truly loved Osen, then?
      - Of course Flemeth would say that. (-3)
      - Which? She never invaded? Or he never defeated her?
      - Cormac is a revered hero, I understand. (Elf/dwarf: Even my people have heard of Cormac.)
        Do you believe her version? (repeat)
        
        How is it that Flemeth has survived for so long? (repeat)
        
        The legend tells of Flemeth having many daughters?
        Why would she refuse to speak of them? (repeat previous)
        
        Aren’t abominations usually insane horrors? (repeat)
        
        An interesting story. Thank you. (+2)
        
        That all sounds like hogwash. (-10)
        My mother died. Recently, in fact. (+1) (end) (Human Noble only)
        
        My mother died when I was born. (+1) (end) (City Elf only)
        
        My mother died a long time ago. (+1) (end) (Dalish Elf and Dwarf Noble only)
        
        My mother is a useless drunk, if you must know. (+1) (end) (Dwarf Commoner only)
        
        There is nothing really to say about her. (-1) (end)
        
        I love her. What else do you want to know? (+1) (end)
        
        Keep your curiosity to yourself. (-5) (end)

Tell me… are you really Flemeth’s daughter?

(becomes available at a certain approval rating, perhaps 31 or 41)

She was not always as old as she is now, was she?
Could she have stolen you as a child?
Can an abomination even reproduce?
- She doesn’t seem very "motherly." (-3)
- Does that mean you love her? (+1)
- What if you have real family out there?
- A cozy family of abominations and apostates. Sounds lovely. (-5)
  - I suppose that’s true. (+4)
  - Is there no place for nurturing and love? (-3)
  - Now I see where you get it from.
    - If you’d like to think so.
    - Of course. (+4)
    - Not really. (-10)
      - if romance has been initiated
        Love? No I certainly don’t want that from you. (-10) (ends romance)
        
        You’re right. Love is so unnecessary. (+7)
        
        And what if I did want that? (-3)
        
        Why limit yourself?
      - if no romance has begun
        I do, in fact, believe otherwise. (-3)
        
        No, you’re quite right. (+4)
        
        That sounds very cynical. (-1)
        
        I’m not sure what I believe.

You are a heartless shrew, you know that?

Note: Only available outside the Camp

if romance has been initiated
- No. I just wanted to say that. (-1)
- Oh, there’s plenty more where that came from. (-11)
- Sounds good to me.

if no romance has begun (Approval rating Neutral)
- Yes, actually, I want you to go. (-5)
  - You're of no use to me now. (Morrigan leaves)
  - I'm fine with that. I want you gone. (Morrigan leaves)
  - Perhaps not, then.
- What I want is for you to not be a bitch. (-5)
- (Sigh) No, of course not. (-5)
- I actually meant it as a compliment. (-5)

if no romance has begun (Approval rating Warm)
- No, that’s about it. (-10)
- I’d actually prefer it if you changed. (-11)
- Oh, there’s plenty more where that came from. (-20)

Romance-Specific Dialogue

So what do I have to do to get on your good side?

(only available outside of Camp)

With approval <30

I’d settle for a smile, actually. (+2)
Power beyond my wildest dreams? (+1)
Do I really have to spell it out? (-1)
- I am brilliant and amazing. (+2) (ends conversation)
- You are brilliant and amazing. (+1) (ends conversation)
- Yes, it is. I’m not trying to court you. (-5) (ends romance and conversation)
- Are you joking? You’re fishing for a compliment? (-10)
  - I want you. It’s as simple as that. (+7)
  - Forget it, then. I dislike games. (-3)
  - I just want us to get along, that’s all.
If you’re going to play games, forget it. (-3) (ends conversation)

With approval 30+

You are already on my good side, such as it is. Or do you seek something else? Something more… intimate?
- I don’t know. Maybe I do. (to 3)
- I think I’m ready to move forward, yes. (to 3)
- No, I'd rather stay friends. (ends conversation)
- This is your good side? (-5) (to 2)
I could be far worse, if it became necessary. Be thankful it is not.... not yet, anyhow.
- I'm sorry. I'm glad to be your friend. (+4) (ends conversation)
- If this is friendship, who needs enemies? (-10) (ends conversation)
- I'd settle for some sex, if that's the case. (to 3)
- But I want better. How do we move forward? (to 3)
Perhaps you would be willing to pay a compliment. Is that too much, hm?
- I am brilliant and amazing. (+2) (ends conversation)
- You are brilliant and amazing. (+1) (ends conversation)
- Yes, it is. I’m not trying to court you. (-5) (ends romance and conversation)
- Are you joking? You’re fishing for a compliment? (-10)
  - I want you. It’s as simple as that. (+7) (end)
  - Forget it, then. I dislike games. (-3) (end)
  - I just want us to get along, that’s all. (end)

First Kiss

(Kiss her) (+4)
- Humor me.
  - Only if we do it wrong.
  - Do you object?
  - Fine. I’ll leave you be. (-3)
- It’s not as if we haven’t done far more. (available if Warden has already slept with Morrigan)
- Do you object?
- Fine. I’ll leave you be. (-3)

First Night Together

(Automatic conversation occurs in Camp at 51+ approval)

'Tis cold in my tent, all alone.
- And? What do you want me to do about it?
  - Let’s see this tent of yours, then.
    - I’ll leave that up to you. (+7) (to 3)
    - Nothing tawdry, I hope. (-10) (ends conversation)
    - I’m sure I’ll think of something. (+7) (to 3)
  - Really? I think you’ll find me quite cold. (-10) (ends conversation and romance)
  - Morrigan, I... don’t know about this. (-1) (to 2)
  - Are you sure about this? (-1) (to 2)
- Then get a thicker blanket.
  - Are you sure about this? (-1) (to 2)
  - Morrigan, I... don’t know about this. (-1) (to 2)
  - You must be joking. (-3)
    - Morrigan, I... don’t know about this. (-1) (to 2)
    - This isn’t the time. (-4) (ends conversation)
    - Yes, it really must. (-10) (ends conversation and romance)
    - I wouldn't do that to Leliana. (-15) (available if romance initiated with Leliana) (ends conversation and romance)
    - I suppose not... (+7) (to 3)
  - Not interested. (-10) (ends conversation and romance)
  - Oh? Well why didn’t you say so? (+7) (to 3)
- Well we can’t have that.
  - I’ll leave that up to you. (+7) (to 3)
  - Nothing tawdry, I hope. (-10) (ends conversation)
  - I’m sure I’ll think of something. (+7) (to 3)
- You must be joking. (-3)
  - Morrigan, I... don’t know about this. (-1) (to 2)
  - This isn’t the time. (-4) (ends conversation)
  - Yes, it really must. (-10) (ends conversation and romance)
  - I wouldn't do that to Leliana. (-15) (available if romance initiated with Leliana) (ends conversation and romance)
  - I suppose not... (+7) (to 3)
Tsk. Come now, my Grey Warden. Must it be so complicated? is there any reason not to?
- I suppose not... (+7) (to 3)
- We’re not exactly alone... (ends conversation)
- I wouldn't do that to Leliana. (-15) (available if romance initiated with Leliana) (ends conversation and romance)
- I don’t like you much? (-10) (ends conversation and romance)
- No. You’re absolutely right. (+7) (to 3)
I see the stories they tell of Grey Warden endurance are not exaggerated.
- You’re just saying that.
- Oh? There are stories?
  - So what now? (to 5)
  - Was this a one-time thing? (to 5)
  - Then I assume we’re done? (+1) (to 4)
- Do you really need to talk? (+1) (to 4)
I will have my way with you until I am satisfied, out of a sense of fairness if nothing else.
- Fine. What do you want to talk about? (to 5)
- That sounds like fun. (+2) (to 5)
- You have a sense of fairness? (+1) (to 5)
And should you decide not to continue our... misadventure, then so be it. Very simple, is it not?
- So if I say this will never happen again?
- And what about love? Does that enter the picture? (-5)
- Gee, thanks for spelling it out for me.
- I can live with that. (+4)

Camp

At this point, assuming your approval is high enough (use gifts to further improve things if needed), she may give you a gift and the following conversation can take place:

Any of the three options
- It's a sweet gift. Thank you. +4 Approval
  - So I could find you, if need be? (Made available after selecting the option "Does it do anything else?") +2 Approval (can then select next option)
  - I'm glad to see you care. +2 Approval (can then select next option)
  - Thank you for the gift. +4 Approval
- Why do you think I would want this? -5 Approval
  - How do I know I can trust you? -10 Approval
  - No, I can't accept it. -20 Approval

Circle of Magi

Talk to Morrigan after visiting the Circle of the Magi. The conversation will begin automatically if you have Morrigan in your party on your first visit. (For Morrigan to initiate this conversation it is required that you have had the conversation beginning with "Is Flemeth really what she seems to be?")

Just the one? -1 Approval
Oh? What's on your mind?
1. What makes you think the mages still have this book?
2. What do you want with this Grimoire, exactly?
  1. Useful in what way?
    1. How do I know it is not dangerous?
3. Why didn't you mention this earlier?
4. And? What's in it for me? (initiate a romance with Morrigan if you are a male Warden, no effect for Female Wardens)
5. Very well. If we go back there, I'll look for it. +4 Approval (Or "Very well. I'll keep an eye out for it.") (Ends conversation)
6. We don't have time for scavenger hunts. -10 Approval (Ends conversation)
Can it wait? I have something to ask. -3 Approval
1. Fine, fine. What is this thought of yours?
2. I'll ask you about it later, all right? -5 Approval(Ends conversation)
3. Don't be so damned defensive! -3 Approval (Ends conversation)
4. Good, because I hate being bored. -5 Approval (Ends conversation)

Initiating Personal Quest

After giving Morrigan the Black Grimoire, she will start a conversation the next time you enter camp:

I have been studying Mother's grimoire. Do you wish to hear what I have found?

If you must. (-3)
Can we discuss it another time? (-5)
What did you find?
- So it was for nothing?
- Yet you look disturbed.
- Disappointed, then?
  - A spell of immortality?
  - That should prove useful, no?
  - Let me guess. She drinks blood? Eats children?
    - Are you certain about this? (repeat)
    - So is Flemeth immortal or not? (repeat)
      - follow-up: Can this body be anyone? Or must it be a daughter?
        You really had no idea? (previous)
        
        You and Flemeth were hardly friendly. (previous)
        
        No one thinks the worst of their own mother. (previous)
        
        I would feel the same. What an awful thought. (previous)
    - I'm not sure I understand what you mean. (repeat)
    - So why would she risk sending you with me? (repeat)
      - follow-up: So if you died she would have another daughter? (repeat)
    - So what do you intend to do about it?
    - And you had no idea? I'm so sorry. (+2)
    - And? What does this have to do with me? (-5) (available after asking a prior question)
      - Perhaps you should talk to her about it, first? (-5) (repeat)
      - Kill Flemeth? Isn't that a little extreme? (repeat)
      - Why do you need my help? (-1) (repeat)
      - Can this not wait until another time? (-5) (repeat)
        follow-up: Go, then. I'm not going to help you. (-25) (Morrigan leaves)
      - Forget it. I'm not going to help you kill your mother. (-10) (repeat)
        follow-up: Go, then. I'm not going to help you. (-25) (Morrigan leaves)
      - Very well. I'll help you, if I can. (+5)
        Do I have a time limit on this? (repeat)
        
        Are you serious? Kill Flemeth, a Witch of the Wilds? (repeat)
        
        It sounds like you just want someone to do your dirty work. (-5) (repeat)
        
        I'll see what I can do. (+2) (end)

Personal Quest Inquiry

Once you have agreed to perform Morrigan's Personal Quest, you can briefly interrogate her about it. This must be done before actually completing the quest.

I'd like to ask you something.
- Do you really want your mother dead?
  - But what if this is a misunderstanding? (repeat)
  - There must be some other way to stop this.
    - Run. (repeat)
    - A spell to protect yourself? (repeat)
    - Find help. (repeat)
    - No, not really. (previous)
    - Then I don't know. (previous) (available after trying a prior option)
    - You've already made up your mind. (-3) (previous) (available after trying a prior option)
  - And what would you do if I didn't help you?
    - No, I don't want that. (+1) (previous)
    - A little begging can't hurt. (-10)
      - Well, if you're going to beg... (-20) (previous)
      - I was only joking. You don't need to get angry. (-3) (previous)
      - Very well. I will help you. (-10) (previous)
      - No. I've decided not to. (-25) (end)
    - Don't be an idiot. (-3) (previous)
  - This is rather cold and heartless. (-3) (repeat)
  - I agree with you. This is necessary. (+4) (end)
  - If you say so.
    - I will deal with Flemeth, as I said I would. (end)
    - No. I can't do this. (-15) (end)
    - I've changed my mind. (-15) (end)
    - I'll do my best. (+1) (end)

After Flemeth is Dead

I'd like to ask you something.
- So Flemeth is dead. What now?
  - I was thinking more what now between us?
  - I will always protect you, Morrigan. +3 Approval
  - And you'll think a way to thank me?-3 Approval
  - I was hoping you'd say that.-1 Approval
  - Good. I'm glad you're safe.

Mirror

Giving Morrigan the Golden Mirror starts a dialogue:

Don't be ridiculous. It's a gift, Morrigan. (+5) (total change +20)
It's simply a present. For a beautiful woman. (+5) (total change +20) (This initiates/restores romance with Morrigan)
You could be a little nicer, I suppose. (Unknown effect) (-2) (total change +13)
You could repay me for it. (-5) (total change +10)

Camp

As a Male Warden (Elf, Mage), with 95+ approval rate from Morrigan, after grabbing the Black Grimoire from the Senior Mage Quarters during the Broken Circle quest line, you can give the Grimoire to Morrigan as a gift. She will initiate a conversation where she may indicate she meant to talk to you about this Grimoire (she hadn't had an opportunity since I started the Broken Circle quest): "How fortunate that you have found it!"

You have my thanks. I will begin study of the tome immediately.
1. You're welcome +5 Approval (approval based on the diminishing returns of gifts, of course)
2. What do you hope to find within it?
3. What? Don't I even get a kiss? (Male PC) Trigger Romance
4. Are you planning to return it to your mother?

Note: This also triggered the Flemeth's Grimoire quest; see Flemeth's Real Grimoire quest for additional details.

Male warden, 90+ approval with Morrigan (friendship), 90+ approval with Leliana (romance), or Female Warden with 90+ approval with Morrigan (Friendship), 90+ approval with Alistair (romance) or Leliana (romance). Begins with "Do you realize you have been smiling for hours, now?"

Any of the three options
- That's none of your business, Morrigan. -3 Approval(Ends conversation)
- We get along just fine, thank you. -5 Approval(Ends conversation)
- Oh, you have no idea. +2 Approval (Ends conversation)
- I happen to love him/her, you know. -5 Approval(Ends conversation)
- Why? Are you jealous? No change (Male only? Ends conversation)
- He's an idiot. But he's my idiot. -6 Approval (<3 Alistair only - ends conversation)

Female warden, 75+ approval with Morrigan and after completing her personal quest. Begins with "'Tis a curious thing. I do not know how else to describe it."

This conversation can take place with a male warden too, IF you are not in a relationship with Morrigan but with a variation at the end that can trigger a romance, she will ask you if you has thinking in the possibility of "more" between you two, you'll have 3 option 1 with negative approval if you say NO, if you say YES, then start the romance, the other is an evasive that she takes as "there is another" without any approval changes.

- Why would I do that?
  - It was not such a terrible battle, trust me.
    - I suppose you could call it that. +2 Approval (Ends conversation)
    - I would certainly hope so. +5 Approval (Ends conversation)
    - No, I wouldn't say that. -34 Approval (Ends conversation)
  - I did it because I'm your friend. +5 Approval (Ends conversation)
  - I did it because I need you here.
    - I suppose you could call it that. +1 Approval (Ends conversation)
    - I would certainly hope so. +7 Approval (Ends conversation)
    - No, I wouldn't say that. -32 Approval (Ends conversation)
  - Don't be gushy. It was nothing personal.
    - I suppose you could call it that. +1 Approval (Ends conversation)
    - I would certainly hope so. +1 Approval (Ends conversation)
    - No, I wouldn't say that. -35 Approval (Ends conversation)
- Believe me, I was tempted.
  - It was not such a terrible battle, trust me.
    - I suppose you could call it that. -2 Approval (Ends conversation)
    - I would certainly hope so. +1 Approval (Ends conversation)
    - No, I wouldn't say that. -38 Approval (Ends conversation)
  - I did it because I'm your friend. +1 Approval (Ends conversation)
  - I did it because I need you here.
    - I suppose you could call it that. (No change) (Ends conversation)
    - I would certainly hope so. +3 Approval (Ends conversation)
    - No, I wouldn't say that. -36 Approval (Ends conversation)
  - Don't be gushy. It was nothing personal.
    - I suppose you could call it that. -3 Approval (Ends conversation)
    - I would certainly hope so. (No change) (Ends conversation)
    - No, I wouldn't say that. -39 Approval (Ends conversation)
- I needed a mage. (Note: If your Warden is a mage, the alternative "And lose all your talents and secrets?" will appear instead)
  - It was not such a terrible battle, trust me.
    - I suppose you could call it that. +1 Approval (Ends conversation)
    - I would certainly hope so. +1 Approval (Ends conversation)
    - No, I wouldn't say that. -35 Approval (Ends conversation)
  - I did it because I'm your friend. +1 Approval (Ends conversation)
  - I did it because I need you here.
    - I suppose you could call it that. +3 Approval (Ends conversation)
    - I would certainly hope so. +6 Approval (Ends conversation)
    - No, I wouldn't say that. -33 Approval (Ends conversation)
  - Don't be gushy. It was nothing personal.
    - I suppose you could call it that. (No change) (Ends conversation)
    - I would certainly hope so. +6 Approval (Ends conversation)
    - No, I wouldn't say that. -36 Approval (Ends conversation)
Oh? Did you have your first feeling? +1 Approval to all options above.
Is this really important?
- Thinking about what? -3 Approval added to options above
- That's not like you. -1 Approval added to options above
- Then can we discuss it later? -13 Approval (Ends conversation)

As a Male Elf Mage Warden: after having brought to the tent Morrigan on a previous occasion, and having an approval of 100, the next time the Warden talks to her in Camp, she may begin a conversation asking about love. Here's an example of how to handle it to lose her approval:

I wish to ask a question of you
1. Go ahead.
2. Can it wait?
  - We could not speak of it at all, if you would rather.
    1. So it can't wait. Go ahead, then.
    2. Do you need to get this hostile?
    3. I'm not in the mood for this, Morrigan.
      - Not in the "mood" for this. So this is how it is to be? I am to hang on your every mood whether or not I may get a word in edge-wise?
        Speak your mind, then.
        
        Why not? You do it.
        
        Are you trying to pick a fight?
        I am not the one being obstinate. I should have expected this, sooner or later.
        
        I feel anxious when I look upon you. I dislike this sense of dependency. 'Tis a weakness I abhor. If this is "love" I wish to ascertain in that you do not feel the same.
        Are you saying that you love me?
        
        And if I do love you?
        
        No, I certainly don't love you.
        
        If that's how you feel then we should stop.
        Indeed. This can only lead to no good, and I think it already has.
        
        I have allowed myself to become... too close. This is a weakness, for us both.
        Love is not a weakness.
        
        Then let's end this right here and now.
        
        You're just being cowardly.
        
        You're insane. This is ridiculous!
        Perhaps to you.
        
        This is for your own good. I would not... I am not like other women. I am not worth of your distraction. And you... are not worth mine.
        You are worth my distraction.
        
        If that's what you really want, then let's end it.
        
        It doesn't have to get that complicated.
        
        Don't talk like that.
        I.. you are impossible.
        
        Have it your way. But I will tell you truly now: You will regret it in the end.

Morrigan disapproves (-31)

An alternative path: leads to no approval changes:

I wish to ask a question of you
1. Go ahead.
  - I wish to know your opinion of "love".
    1. My opinion?
      - You and I have been intimate, for one.
      - We have been... close... for some time now. You are... impressive... in many ways, and you even protected me from Flemeth without hope of reward.
      - I feel anxious when I look upon you. I dislike this sense of dependency. 'Tis a weakness I abhor. If this is "love" I wish to ascertain in that you do not feel the same.
        And if I do love you?
        Then we are both fools and we need to do something immediately.
        
        I have allowed myself to become... too close. This is a weakness, for us both.
        Love is not a weakness.
        You are not listening to me. Do not be such a fool!
        
        This is for your own good. I would not... I am not like other women. I am not worth of your distraction. And you... are not worth mine.
        You are worth my distraction.
        I.. you are impossible.
        
        Have it your way. But I will tell you truly now: You will regret it in the end.

Morrigan approves (+2)

Love

Once Morrigan is in love with you she will change. When you ask her to join you in your tent she will refuse the following conversation will take place.

I'd like to ask you something personal

We need to Discuss us.
- When I asked you to join me in my tent...

I warned you did I not? I warned you that this was a weakness that was driving me mad. And yet you insisted.
- Why are you so frightened of this?
- I don't want to hurt you, Morrigan.
- I don't need these kinds of games. (-4)
Release me. Tell me that you wish to end this. Make me believe you and I... will be grateful.
- I think we should end this. I really do. (-15) Ends Romance
- I don't want this to end. (ends conversation, no change)
- You are insane. Completely insane. (ends conversation no change.)
- I can't do that if you're with me.
Then I will go, if I must. If you tell me to go
- Then maybe you should. (-1) Morrigan leaves party
- I can't ask you to do that. (-5)
- I need you here.

No matter what you choose it is impossible to bed Morrigan after she is in love with you. Continuing the romance at this point is impossible. She will reluctantly stay in a romance if you choose the correct options above however. As well as she will still kiss you if you choose the option to do so.

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.

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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 strange, no?

Leliana disapproves (-5):

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Oghren: Turn just a little bit, I don't have a good angle.
Morrigan: How thrilling. Ah, well.

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Sten: (Snorts) I am not an audience.
Morrigan: Come to think of it, I find myself no longer caring.

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Wynne: Hmph. Such childish antics.
Morrigan: And suddenly I want to do nothing more. 'Tis strange, no?

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Zevran: 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.

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Shale: - Doesn't respond in any way -
Morrigan: Come to think of it, I find myself no longer caring.

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Dog: [Whimpers]
Morrigan: Come to think of it, I find myself no longer caring.

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

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: 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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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 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.

(variation 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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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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(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.

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(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.

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(after Alistair's heritage is revealed)

Morrigan: 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.

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(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.

(alternate)

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.

(alternate)

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.

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(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.

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(after Female Character 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.

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(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.

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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 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 wonderous 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.

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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.

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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.

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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 me 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.

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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.

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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!

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(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.

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(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?

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(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 w/ 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)

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(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.

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(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 you heart that I am right.

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(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 is passion. The respect of equals. Things far more valuable that I'll not speak to you any further. Now begone.

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(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.

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(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 pat. Well done.

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?

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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(with Leliana/Alistair/Oghren in the party)

Zevran: Has anyone told you what marvelous 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.
Zevran: I think you owe me five silvers, yes?
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.

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(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 (male Warden)strong hands/(female Warden) lovely eyes.

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(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.

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(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.

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(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...

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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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.

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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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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...

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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.

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(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.

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(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 Sten

Morrigan: You are very quiet, Sten.
Sten: Only compared to some.

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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)

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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(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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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(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.

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(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.

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(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 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!)

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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.

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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/Dialogue

Contents

Morrigan's remarks

Morrigan and the Warden

Deep in the Wilds

Idle Conversation

How did you become a shapechanger?

Can you teach others to become shapechangers?

Did you grow up in the Korcari Wilds?

So life in the Wilds must have been very lonely.

Have you ever been hunted by the Chantry?

Is Flemeth really what she seems to be?

Tell me… are you really Flemeth’s daughter?

You are a heartless shrew, you know that?

Romance-Specific Dialogue

So what do I have to do to get on your good side?

With approval <30

With approval 30+

First Kiss

First Night Together

Camp

Circle of Magi

Initiating Personal Quest

Personal Quest Inquiry

After Flemeth is Dead

Mirror

Camp

Love

Kissing Morrigan

Morrigan and Shale

Morrigan and Alistair

Morrigan and Leliana

Morrigan and Zevran

Morrigan and Oghren

Morrigan and Sten

Morrigan and Wynne

Morrigan and Dog

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