Sera 's dialogue contains a list of conversations she has with her companions .
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Dorian: Where did you get all those arrows, Sera? You've got hundreds.Sera: From your arse!Dorian: Well my arse should open up a shop! Apparently it's quite prolific.───────
Dorian: Indulge me, Sera. What do you think of when I say "demon?"Sera: Arrows.Dorian: Fine. "Magister?"Sera: Arrows.Dorian: Not helpful. But given our history, I'll accept it. "Thaumaturgy?"Sera: What?Dorian: Magical endeavors. Helpful wonders.Sera: Ohhh. Arrows.Dorian: (Sighs.)───────
Sera: You don't laugh like a Tevinter.Dorian: How is a Tevinter supposed to laugh, exactly?Sera: Cruel and stupid, like... (cackles.)Dorian: Oh no. You're not allowed to laugh like that until you get your magister license.Sera: Knew it! Varric owes me a sovereign.
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Sera: You can make magic anywhere, Solas? Ever piss it by accident?Solas: No. Wait...no.Sera: What? How would you not remember something like that?Solas: We were all young once.Solas: Ar dirthan'as ir elgara, ma'sula e'var vhenan.Sera: Pppbbthh!Solas: Excuse me?Sera: Excuse yourself, whatever you said and what I did, same difference to me.Solas: I'd hoped, well, our people can sometimes feel the rhythm of the language despite lacking the vocabulary.Sera: Uh huh? Know what else is good? Words that mean things. Like these, words.Solas: Fenedhis lasa.Varric: So what exactly is the deal with the Friends of Red Jenny ?Sera: Why are you lot always on about this? There's no deal. You just do things.Varric: Just... "things" like... whatever.Sera: Just things.Varric: Like the, what, hundred or so groups in Kirkwall , that sat around all night dressed as guards or exotic dancers, waiting to jump out and hit someone?Sera: Nah, a friend shut them out. But they were legend, right?
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