Wynne/Dialogue

Wynne's dialogue contains a list of the conversations that Wynne 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 Wynne shares with The Warden.

Wynne's remarks

(added to the party) "Yes."
(taken out of the party) "Horsefeathers!"

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(entering the main market) "I once had my portrait painted by an artist in the square here. It wasn't very good."
(entering Gnawed Noble Tavern) "I wonder if they have a good plum wine..."
(outside the Wonders of Thedas) "Oh, the 'Wonders of Thedas!' I haven't been here in ages."
(inside the Wonders of Thedas) "Hmm, jade, carved and polished into the shape of a large... Oh, I see. Well, that's just... rude."
(entering The Pearl) "Touch nothing! I don't think they clean the surfaces in this place very often."
(outside Eamon's estate) "I believe Arl Eamon's father had that fountain built. First one in Denerim. Of course, after that all the other nobles had to have one."
(Alienage gates) "I've never been in an alienage. Life must be... hard here."
(at the vhenadahl tree) "What a gorgeous tree. I wonder how old it is."

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(entering the Senior Mage Quarters) "Owain's room is near here. I hope he's all right."
(in Irving's study) "This is Irving's office. I half-expected to find him here, but... I suppose that's too much to hope for."
(entering the Great Hall) "Everyone's gone... or dead. I fear the worst."
(seeing the corruption in the Templar Quarters) "T-this cannot continue. We have to stop it..."
(being sedated by the Sloth Demon) "Resist. You must resist, else we are all lost."
(Confronting the Sloth Demon) "You will not hold us, demon. We found each other in this place and you cannot stand against us."
(approaching Cullen) (Gasp) It's a templar! He... he's still alive, I think! We must help him!"
(collecting the fourth Apprentice Note) "The tower was here long before the Circle. It was always unlikely that we were the first to bring magic to its halls."
(collecting the final Apprentice Note) "Doesn't read like we'll find our fair apprentice in one piece."
(defeating Shah Wyrd) "A strange thing. Pure, literal distraction."

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(outside Redcliffe chantry) "These people don't deserve what has happened to them. We must get to the bottom of this."
(approaching the windmill in Redcliffe) "Isn't it beautiful? Standing here, you wouldn't know of the trouble down in the village."
(secret tunnel into Redcliffe dungeon) "Oh. (Sighs) I hate these places. At the very least it doesn’t look to be much used."

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(Going up the first slope in Haven) "Well, this is nice. Mountain air, quiet village. But where is everyone?"
(up the slope leading to the chantry) "Is everyone in the chantry? These villagers are a remarkably pious bunch."
(entering the Ruined Temple) "By the shifting skies of the Fade… this is… magnificent."
(entering the Ruined Temple library) "Books! Oh, I would love to spend a day here!"
(statue of Maferath) "Maferath--Andraste’s earthly husband, and Her betrayer."
(statue of Hessarian) "Archon Hessarian --he is the one who converted Tevinter to the worship of the Maker."
(mountain caverns) "Have we been turned around? How does anyone navigate these halls?"
(on the Mountain Top after seeing the high dragon) "Ooh, I'm not afraid. It wouldn't eat me anyhow. Tough and stringy. You, on the other hand... ought to be worried."
(entering the Gauntlet) "Do you feel that? This place is practically infused with magic."
(entering the bridge puzzle room) "Well, looks like there's only one way forward."
(suggesting puzzle's solution) "Do you think those interesting looking sections of floor on the side of this chasm have something to do with getting across?"
(a plate is triggered) "I can see a bridge, but it is clearly incorporeal. There's no way to cross on that."
(solving the bridge puzzle in the Gauntlet) "Well, that was fascinating. How do you think that was accomplished? Mirrors? Magic?"
(entering the urn room) "I... I thought it was a legend. I didn't believe..."
(approaching the urn) "I could not have asked for a greater honor than to be here. I will never forget this feeling."

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(greeting Harhen Sarel) "I am Wynne, Sarel. It is a pleasure to meet you" (Dalish Origin required)
(in the Dalish Camp) "I never thought I'd ever set foot in a Dalish camp."
(near the halla pen of the Dalish Camp) "I hear only the Dalish can control the halla... they listen to no one else."
(entering the Brecilian Forest) "Many enter this forest and are never seen again. Let's hope we don't join them."
(near the Tevinter ruins) "There’s something about this place that makes my skin crawl."
(after the werewolves retreat into the ruins) "Be on your guard… I think we’re being watched."
(descending down the first stairs in the Ruins Upper Level) "I wonder what this ruin used to be. Is it Tevinter, or elven?"
(hearing the dragon in the ruins) "Did you hear that? Sounds like… loud breathing…"

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(entering Frostback Mountain surface camp) "Oh, my. I didn't expect it to be this crowded."
(observing the Paragon statues) "How magnificent. These must be the statues of the dwarven Paragons."
(entering Orzammar Commons) "For a tiny people they certainly build high ceilings...""
(exit to the Deep Roads) "Does that lead out to the Deep Roads? I hear they're crawling with darkspawn."
(outside Tapster's Tavern) "Is that drunken singing I hear?"
(entering Tapster’s Tavern) "Oh, wonderful! A dwarven tavern! I’ve always wanted to try some of their ale. I hear it’s quite potent."
(entering Dust Town) "Oh dear. The differences between this side of town and the others is... striking."
(at the Proving) "They don't kill each other in the arena, do they? I mean... why would anyone find that entertaining? Ugh."
(entering the Diamond Quarter) "Oh, this is grand. The noble houses do love their luxuries, don't they?"
(outside the palace) "So this is the seat of the king. Except he isn’t sitting there at the moment, I suppose."
(scenic vista) "Wonder why they decided to build a city around streams of lava. It's an accident waiting to happen."
(entering Bownammar) "Oh, I can just imagine how grand this fortress must have been, before the darkspawn took it."
(entering Anvil of the Void) "We must be getting close. Can this Branka have existed down here for so long and remained approchable?"

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(Delivering Notice of Death) "My most sincere apologies, my dear. This letter will explain everything." or "This is among the hardest things I've had to say. Your husband is dead."

Wynne and the Warden

Circle of Magi

What do you know about the Litany of Adralla? (only appears once)
1. Alright. Go on.
2. I still don't trust anything to do with Tevinter.
3. We don't have time for a history lesson.
  1. Are you sure it still works?
  2. Do you know how to use the Litany?
  3. This will stop any mind control?
Can you tell me how all this trouble started?
1. What did Uldred say?
2. Maybe Uldred had been in cahoots with Loghain all along.
3. This doesn't tell me how the tower got overrun by demons.
  1. So this all started at the meeting?
  2. What caused the abominations?
  3. How did you find the children?
  4. What happened to Irving?
    1. So he might be dead now. Or worse.
    2. Do you regret telling Irving about Loghain?
    3. We should get going.
Can you tell me more about Uldred?
1. That doesn't mean he's responsible for this.
2. Sounds like a thoroughly nasty person.
3. That doesn't sound so bad.
4. I think you are just prejudiced.
Do you know what we will face in the tower?
1. We will face them all head-on, and prevail.
2. If we work together, we can survive.
3. Abominations are not as dangerous as I am.
4. Are you sure you are up to this, Wynne?
Tell me about yourself, Wynne.
You're right. Let us move on.

Non-Mage Wardens

Wynne: So tell me, how did you become a Grey Warden?

I'd rather not share that.
The short story? I met Duncan and he liked me.
1. I just don't feel like talking right now. (Ends Conversation)
2. Well, I suppose I could tell you...
3. My old life doesn't matter anyway. I am a Grey Warden now. +2 Approval (Ends Conversation)
Arl Howe massacred my family. Duncan Helped me escape. +2 Approval (Human Noble only)
1. Who knows. He had always been a friend of us Couslands.
2. I am the son/daughter of Bryce Cousland, teyrn of Highever.
3. Out of jealousy. He wanted Highever, my father's teyrnir.
  1. Don't. I'm just a Grey Warden now.
  2. Howe will pay for what he's done to me.
  3. I always took my family and our name for granted.
  4. A Cousland, and now... nothing.
Duncan took me from the Alienage and saved me from prison. +2 Approval (City Elf only)
1. I killed the arl's son for hurting my friends and family.
2. A nobleman kidnapped my bride and I killed many to free her.
  1. Don't apologize. People need to know what we go through.
  2. Bastard deserved it. I'd killed him all over again if I could.
  3. It's alright. You didn't know.
3. Yes, I would
I was cast out to die in the Deep Roads, where I met Duncan. +2 Approval (Dwarf Noble only)
1. Born to the esteemed child of King Endrin, and now, nothing.
2. It's the hope of confronting my brother that kept me going.
3. I prefer this life. I can sleep more soundly, it seems.
I was tainted and only the Joining could save me. +2 Approval (Dalish Elf only)
1. The keeper forced me to go. I would rather have died. (Dalish Elf only)
2. I was honored to be chosen by Duncan. (Dalish Elf only)
3. I just hope that I can show the strength Duncan saw in me. +1 Approval
4. I'm happy as long as I get to test my steel in battle.
It's better than being a casteless tunnel rat in Orzammar. +2 Approval (Dwarf Commoner only)
1. I'd give it up if it meant I could see my family again. (Human Noble only)
2. I just wish my house did not have to fall. (Human Noble only)
3. I will do my duty, but I won't forget what Howe did. (Human Noble only)
4. I feel like I abandoned everyone in the Alienage. (City Elf only)
5. I am finally being shown the respect I've always deserved. (City Elf only)
6. Orzammar was too small for me. I'm bound for greater things. (Dwarf Commoner only)
7. Of course. The ancestors willed it. (Dwarf Commoner only)
8. It is nice to be seen as something other than a brand. (Dwarf Commoner only)
9. Being Exiled has given me a freedom I never had before. (Dwarf Noble only)
10. Orzammar has forgotten me, but I will protect her. (Dwarf Noble only)
11. I just hope that I can show the strength Duncan saw in me. +1 Approval
12. I'm happy as long as I get to test my steel in battle.

Mage Warden (Regardless of Race)

Irving told me about how you became a Grey Warden, and that unpleasant incident that occurred prior to your departure from the Circle.

I still wish it hadn't turned out the way it did.
You're talking about Jowan?
I still can't believe Jowan was that stupid. +2 Approval
- Stupid, or desperate or just curious. He's not the first and won't be the last
- But that aside, you're a Grey Warden now and perhaps I presume too much by saying this, but the Circle is proud of you.
  1. I wonder what Irving saw in me that made him recommend me.
  2. If I was there perhaps I could have prevented...
  3. I am grateful that I can use my gift for something good.
    - You are a true child of the Circle [...] (ends conversation)
  4. The Circle is my past. I don't care how it feels about me. -2 Approval
I'd rather not talk about it. (ends conversation)

If you have not betrayed Jowan to Irving:

I still wish it hadn't turned out the way it did. +2 Approval
You're talking about Jowan? +2 Approval
I stand by the decision I made back then. +3 Approval
I still can't believe Jowan was that stupid. +2 Approval
- Stupid, or desperate or just curious. He's not the first and won't be the last
- But that aside, you're a Grey Warden now and perhaps I presume too much by saying this, but the Circle is proud of you.
  1. I wonder what Irving saw in me that made him recommend me.
  2. If I was there perhaps I could have prevented...
  3. I am grateful that I can use my gift for something good.
    - You are a true child of the Circle [...] (ends conversation)
  4. The Circle is my past. I don't care how it feels about me. -2 Approval
I'd rather not talk about it. (ends conversation)

Possibly only appears with high approval and helping Wynne meet Aneirin. (Note: I received it long after I saved the mages in the Broken Circle quest.)

Have you given any thought to what Aneirin said? There is wisdom in his words. You are a mage and you could be what the Circle needs most.
1. I'm a Grey Warden.
2. I might not survive the Blight.
3. I would love to return to the Circle, if I could. +2 Approval
4. I don't want to go back to that oppressive place.
- Your life as a Grey Warden has given you a chance to venture abroad, farther than many mages (cont.)
  1. I'll think on it.
  2. I'll decide when the time comes.
  3. You could change the Circle, why me?
  4. Don't you understand? I'm done with the Circle. -5 Approval

Party Camp

With a starting approval from Wynne of 26:

Oh it's been a long day. Rest... rest would be welcome.
1. Are you all right?
2. Yes, you should get some rest.
3. Starting to slow down a little, are we?
  - Yes, yes, I'm just a little... weary.
  - As you may have noticed, I'm no spring chicken.
    1. No, you're a person
    2. There's still some life in those old bones, I bet.
    3. It's a little hard to miss, yes.
    4. You are very sprightly for your age, though. +1 Approval
      - Thank you, you are very kind to say so.
      - But in all honesty I'm not sure how many years I have left
      - But there's always something else to do, and I have to keep going in order to do it. I think I will be glad when I am... done.
        I'm sure you'll be kicking around for years yet.
        
        Hey, don't say those things. We still need you.
        
        You're not allowed to be done quite yet.
        Oh I don't know.. I really don't (ends conversation)

Next, the Warden can start a different conversation:

Have you encountered many abominations apart from the ones in the Circle Tower?
1. (if the Warden faced Desire Demon/Connor in Redcliffe Castle) Well, there was Connor...
2. No, the ones in the tower were the first I've ever seen.
3. Why do you ask?
4. Well, I've heard many stories.
  - You are younger than I, and your nerves yet have some steel in them. Did you feel any fear facing the abominations?
    1. Some, but I knew I could not falter.
      - The first time i saw an abomination, my blood turned to ice. It was months before the nightmares stopped.
      - It was the knowledge that I could easily become one of them that frightened me the most.
        Seeing the monster that you could be is unsettling, yes.
        
        You are too easily perturbed then.
        
        You're a great mage. You would never become an abomination.
        
        But it is this knowledge that drives you to be cautious.
        One slip, all it takes is one slip, and all you are is gone.
        
        And there's no turning back. Or at least that's what they say
        You have doubts?
        Of late I have begun to wonder if.. if an abomination [...]
        
        Or if a mage could be so possessed and still retain their sanity. Their humanity.
        If one retains one's humanity, one is not an abomination.
        Yes, it is madness and curelty that defines an abomination. If one remembers his humanity, the one is not.. an abomination
        
        I never saw that. Thank you for letting me see another way to look at it. +1 Approval (ends conversation)
        
        We cannot let them be simply because they might get better.
        
        Why do you care so much about this anyway?
        
        The only way to get rid of an abomination is to kill it.
    2. I was terrified. They're quite horrendous-looking.
    3. No. They die same as anything, if you poke them hard enough.

After Wynne collapses at the end of the Hillside Path encounter, she will eventually initiate a conversation with the Warden.

Note: This does not necessarily happen the first time you return to Camp after that encounter. Wynne's approval may be an element in triggering this conversation; in my case it was at 32 (Warm) when this took place. Finally, this conversation does not seem to trigger approval rating changes, but simply progresses Wynne's Regret quest.

I think I owe you an explanation for what happened earlier.
1. Yes, you had me quite worried.
2. You mean when you collapsed in battle?
  - You should know that.. something happened [...] You spoke to Petra, did you not? She told you I saved her from a demon. I ... did, but I did not survive that encounter.
    1. But you're standing right here.
    2. You're undead?
      - Let me explain fully. [...] I felt life and warmth flowing through my veins again. I began to be aware of small sounds, and the discomfort of my hip pressing into the cold stone of the tower floor.
        That is an amzing story.
        
        So you were never really completely dead then.
        The Fade contains spirits both benevolent and malicious [...] Perhaps the spirit did not expect this but it is weakening, gradually. I am living on borrowed time.
        Then we will make the best of that time.
        Yes, that we will. (ends conversation)
        
        I can't believe you kept this from me.
        
        How long will the spirit last?
        
        So you're going to die soon. No surprise there.
        
        So you're alive. What's the problem?
    3. Uh. This case of death is taking a while to kick in then.
    4. That's a really bad joke, Wynne.
3. that you do indeed.
4. Go on, out with it.
5. Make it quick. I'm busy.

Then you can start this conversation:

Why did the spirit choose to help you? +2 Approval
- I have always had an affinity for the spirits of the Fade.
1. You must have been a strange child.
2. What about demons?
3. I've never experienced that before.
  - I began to notice...that I was being watched.
  1. Creepy.
  2. Are you sure it wasn't evil?
  3. Do spirits watch people like that?
    - This one spirit was curious about me and was...guarding me, for want of a better word.
    1. You're very lucky.
    2. Well, aren't you special.
    3. You mean it protected you?
      - And I think it gave me strength in my most terrible battles, Ostagar being one of them.
      1. So this Spirit of Faith is your personal protector.
      2. And also in your fight with Petra's demon.
      3. I suppose it felt it wasn't your time yet.
        I'm going to make the best of the time so generously given to me.
        
        I can't believe you're spending it here, on the road.
        
        Fighting darkspawn?
        
        I'm glad you think traveling with me is worthy of your time. +1 Approval
        ...I'll get up again to give you a good finger-wagging.
        
        I'll hold you to that promise.
        
        That will be something to see indeed.
        
        You're joking, right? Because that's disturbing.

And then:

Is there something we can do to cure you?
- Cure me? What? Am I sick now?
1. In a sense?
2. You're... a little dead.
3. I guess death isn't an illness, is it?
  - ...death comes to everyone, and it is not something to fear.
  1. You're not afraid?
  2. I'd rather be alive, really.
  3. I don't fear death. It's the dying that scares me.
    - But why should you fear death if you are happy with the life you have led....
    1. Are you content?
    2. Because we always want more?
    3. I think it depends on the person you are.

And then:

Do you have any regrets at all? +2 Approval
- But I do have one regret....
1. What did you do?
2. Tell me. It might make you feel better. +1 Approval
  - Aneirin was an elf...and he was very mistrustful of humans....
  1. I can see how this could be trouble.
  2. And you took him from his people and put him in the tower. (Elf only)
  3. Humans like you?
  4. But the mages treat the elves and humans alike.
    - All I could think of was how stubborn he was....
    1. And what did he think of you?
    2. That just seems so unlike you.
    3. Was he talented?
      - Patience is what is needed, and I learned that too late to help him.
      1. What happened to Aneirin?
      2. Better late than never?
        They had his phylactery and they hunted him down...
        
        He's dead then.
        
        Phylactery?
        
        Who hunted him down?
        
        Why didn't they just bring him back to the tower?
        I was his mentor and they wouldn't even tell me what became of him.
        
        It's not your fault, Wynne.
        
        That was cruel of them.
        
        Well, I guess you learned your lesson.
        He always talked about looking for the Dalish elves.
        
        I think it's time to forgive yourself.
        
        Maybe he did find the Dalish.
        
        This was years ago. Move on.
        In a sense, he was my teacher, and I his student.
        
        See, there is a bright side.
        
        Then maybe his sacrifice was worthwhile.
        
        This is getting maudlin.

This conversation unlocks the quest Wynne's Regret.

Prompted Conversation

Wynne starts with "I must ask, what does being a Grey Warden mean to you?" (note: This conversation superscedes Wynne complaining about Morrigan)

It means I've been chosen to do something important.
Glory and honor on the battlefield.
I suppose its about killing as many darkspawn as possible.
It means everyone needs to show me some respect. -3 Approval
I don't know. Does it have to mean something?
1. But the Grey Wardens bow to no one.
2. I don't quite understand.
3. You mean to say I serve as a protector? +2 Approval
  1. I will keep that in mind. (Choice doesn't matter)
  2. I suppose that makes sense. (Choice doesn't matter)
  3. I wish I could be served instead. (Choice doesn't matter)
    1. So in a way, having power confines you.
    2. Many kings are tyrants.
    3. I don't want power. I've never wanted it.
    4. If I'm strong enough to take power, then I deserve it. -3 Approval
4. I serve no one, and don't you forget that. -3 Approval
  1. I never thought of it that way. ((continues conversation as though one of the first three options above was chosen)
  2. Because I guard them, they should listen to me. -5 Approval (ends conversation)
  3. You're not making this Grey Warden job any better. -3 Approval (ends conversation)

Prompted Conversation (49+ approval)

1. I was just thinking about being a Grey Warden. +2 Approval (no follow comments seem to change this during this conversation)

Wynne starts with "Have you heard much about the Grey Wardens of old?" (note: This conversation is superseded by Wynne complaining about your romance with Morrigan)

I know they were more respected in the old days.
What's there to hear?
Only what I've heard in the old tales.
1. Go on.
  1. And what happened then? (Doesn't Matter)
  2. Griffons?(Doesn't Matter)
  3. That's not sound strategy. Why not flank the darkspawn?(Doesn't Matter)
    1. I like happy endings. +2 Approval (ends conversation)
    2. (Cunning) This isn't about a specific battle, is it? +2 Approval (ends conversation)
    3. Nonsense. Both sides always take losses. +2 Approval (ends conversation)
    4. When did this happen? +2 Approval (ends conversation)
2. Does the story have griffons in it?
  1. Well, you are old enough to be my grandmother. (back to main conversation line)
  2. So does it have griffons in it or not? (back to main conversation line)
  3. If it doesn't have griffons in it, I don't want to hear it. (back to main conversation line)
  4. I don't really care if there were griffons in it. (back to main conversation line)
3. You're not going to tell it now, are you?
4. I've no time for stories.
  1. All right, go ahead then. ((back to main conversation line)
  2. I'm not a child anymore. Those stories don't move me. -3 Approval (ends conversation)
  3. There are things more important to me than made-up yarns. -3 Approval (ends conversation)
I know they soared through the skies on Griffons.
1. Well, I wish I had a griffon. ((back to main conversation line)
2. There's nothing grand or special about the Wardens now. (back to main conversation line)
3. Imagine raining death upon your enemies! How glorious! (back to main conversation line)

Leliana Romance

Wynne starts with "You're quite taken with each other, aren't you?" (this is a stub; only one path explored [make that 2!])

I don't see how this concerns you.
You know about Leliana and me?
1. So what were you going to say about us?
2. She does do that, doesn't she?
  1. You're not the average old lady.
    1. We're just taking it one day at a time.
    2. I'd never hurt Leliana.
      1. I can handle my responsibilities and my relationships.
        You're making things sound more dire than they are.
        
        I don't want to have to make that choice.
        I'll consider what you have said. (ends conversation with no penalty)
        
        Are you trying to get me to end this?
        
        Leliana and I can handle whatever comes our way.
        
        I'm old enough to think for myself, thank you very much!
        
        What am I supposed to do, tell Leliana to go away?
        
        Keep your nose out of this.
      2. Can't you just shut about responsibility for a second?
    3. What about me? Not worried about me getting hurt?
    4. I don't appreciate your scrutiny.
  2. So what were you going to say about us?
  3. Maybe you should go and make a fuzzy blanket and leave us alone.
3. I like being with Leliana.
Yes, quite.
1. I'd never hurt Leliana.
  1. I can handle my responsibilities and my relationships.
    1. What am I supposed to do, tell Leliana to go away?
      1. So I should inflict pain now to avoid it later? Great logic. (ends conversation with +3 Approval - don't know where the points are acquired)
Its just for fun.

Then you may start this conversation:

Have you changed your mind about Leliana and me?
1. Are you trying to apologize for what you said?
2. I feel the same way.
3. See, you were wrong about us.
  1. Apology Accepted. +2 Approval
  2. You wanted the best for both of us. +2 Approval
  3. You had better be sorry. I was deeply insulted. +1 Approval

Morrigan Romance

Wynne starts with "You're quite taken with each other, aren't you?"

I don't see how this concerns you.
Yes, quite.
Its just for fun.
1. There's more to us than that.
2. You don't know her. Its not your right to judge.
3. No, I trust Morrigan.
4. She can certainly try, but she will fail.
  1. I can handle my responsibilities and my relationships.
    1. You're making things sound more dire than they are.
    2. I don't want to have to make that choice.
    3. What am I supposed to do, tell Morrigan to go away?
      1. I'll consider what you have said. -3 Approval (ends conversation)
      2. Are you trying to get me to end this?
        I'm not giving up what we have, no matter what you say. -3 Approval (ends conversation)
        
        What do you know of love? You've never left the Circle. -3 Approval (ends conversation)
        
        So I should inflict pain know to save pain later? Great logic. -3 Approval (ends conversation)
        
        I know what's best for us, not you. -3 Approval (ends conversation)
      3. Morrigan and I can handle whatever comes our way. -3 Approval (ends conversation)
      4. I'm old enough to think for myself, thank you very much! -3 Approval (ends conversation)
    4. Keep your nose out of this.
      1. Point something out to someone else, because I'm sick of it. -6 Approval (ends conversation)
      2. Morrigan and I can handle whatever comes our way. -3 Approval (ends conversation)
        I'm not giving up what we have, no matter what you say. -3 Approval (ends conversation)
  2. Can't you just shut up about responsibility for a second? -3 Approval
    1. What am I supposed to do, tell Morrigan to go away? (back to first conversation, fifth tier)
    2. Keep your nose out of this. (as above)
    3. Why do you care so much anyway? (back to first conversation, fifth tier)
You know about Morrigan and me?
1. So what were you going to say about us? (back to first conversation, second tier)
2. That's part of her charm. (back to first conversation, second tier)
3. There is a lot more of me below the waist.
  1. Sorry. (back to first conversation, second tier)
  2. Well, it's true! (back to first conversation, second tier)
  3. Ha-ha! It's so easy to get to you. (back to first conversation, second tier)

Alistair Romance

With approval over 50 but less than 75 and after a similar conversation as above with "Morrigan Romance". (Human Noble if that makes a difference) (Just add up all the numbers for the final approval change.)

"Have you changed your mind about Alistair and me?" +2 Approval

Are you trying to apologize for what you said?
Well, I am happy with him.
See, you were wrong about us.
1. Apology accepted.
2. You wanted the best for both of us.
3. You had better be sorry. I was deeply insulted. -1 Approval

Zevran Romance

(this occured with my female Warden after Zevran expressed his love for the Warden) (also note I'm not sure what any of the approval rating are. From what I've seen, there's no change in approval for any of these choices, but if you find otherwise, please edit this.)

You're quite taken with each other, aren't you?

I Don't see how this concerns you.

I've noticed your blossoming relationship, and I wanted to ask you where you thought it was going. It seems he only ever has one thing on his mind. I question the wisdom of a Grey Warden being involved in such an affair.
1. We're just taking it one day at a time.
2. I don't appreciate your scrutiny.
  - You are a Grey Warden. You have a responsibilities which supercede your personal desires.
    1. I can handle my responsibilities and my relationships.
      - Love is ultimately selfish. It demands that one be devoted to a single person, who may fully occupy one's mind and heart, to the exclusion of all else. A Grey Warden cannot afford to be selfish. You may be forced to make a choice between saving your love and saving everyone else, and then what would you do?
        You're making things sound more dire than they are.
        
        I don't want to have to make that choice.
        Nothing is certain, not in these times. You cannot take anything for granted. I wanted you to be aware of this.
        I'll consider what you have said.
        I am just trying to minimize the suffering that may come to either of you. I have given my advice. Do with it what you will. (ends conversation)
        
        Are you trying to get to me to end this?
        You may have to, to save one or both of you unnecessary anguish later on.
        I'm not giving up on what we have, no matter what you say.
        I have given you my advice. Do with it what you will. (ends conversation)
        
        What do you know of love? You've never left the Circle.
        I know more about love's enchantment and it's perils than I care to tell, but perhaps this is one lesson that cannot be taught. I have given my advice. Do with it what you will. (ends conversation)
        
        So I should inflict pain now to avoid it later? Great logic.
        I have given my advice. Do with it what you will. (ends conversation)
        
        I know what's best for us, not you.
        I have given my advice. Do with it what you will. (ends conversation)
        
        Zevran and I can handle whatever comes our way.
        If you insist. I have given my advice. Do with it what you will. (ends conversation)
        
        I'm old enough to think for myself, thank you very much!
        Obviously not, if you think that this... fling of yours is going to endure. I have given my advice. Do with it what you will. (ends conversation)
        
        What am I supposed to do, tell Zevran to go away?
        ((see: "Are you trying to get me to end this?"))
        
        Keep your nose out of this.
        I apologize if I've offended, I was just trying to point out why this affair may be a bad idea.
        Point something out to someone else, because I'm sick of it.
        
        Zevran and I can handle whatever comes our way.
        
        I'm not giving up what we have, no matter what you say.
        I have given my advice. Do with it what you will. (ends conversation)
    2. Can't you just shut up about responsibility for a second?
      - Everyone has responsibility. As a Grey Warden, you have much more than most. If talk about responsibilities bothers you, then you are too much of a child to be in any sort of intimate relationship.
        What am I supposed to do, tell Zevran to go away? (see above)
        
        Keep your nose out of this. (see above)
        
        Why do you care so much anyway? (see "Nothing is certain")
3. Zevran is special, and I have fun with him.
  - Which is why I worry. You are a Grey Warden. You have responsibilities and I fear you will neglect them.
    1. I can handle my responsibilities and my relationships. (see above)
    2. can't you just shut up about responsibility for a second? (see above)
    3. Being a Grey Warden is hard. I need to be myself sometimes.
      - But you are a Grey Warden. The title is not a coat that you cast aside at the end of the day. It should inform your every action, your every decision. The Way you are acting now... it is not fitting of a Grey Warden.
        Keep your nose out of this. (see above)
        
        I'm going to keep Zev around, no matter what you say.
        
        I disagree. I can be a Grey Warden and be with Zevran.
        If you insist. I have given my advice. Do with it what you will. (ends conversation)

You know about Zevran and me?
- I almost wish I didn't. Half of us aren't getting any sleep, the way you two carry on all night.
  1. So what are you trying to say about us?
    - (see "I've noticed your blossoming relationship...")
  2. We'll try to keep it down next time.
    - That's... uh, kind of you, I suppose. Anyway.... (proceeds to "I've noticed your blossoming relationship...")
  3. Uh, sorry.
    - (see "I've noticed your blossoming relationship...")
Yes, quite.
- (see "I've noticed your blossoming relationship...")
It's just for fun.
- (see "I've noticed your blossoming relationship...")

Then you may start this conversation:

Have you changed your mind about Zevran and me?

I have watched you for some time and... perhaps I was wrong. There seems to be something special between the two of you. His demeanor changes when he is with you. There is a tenderness to his gaze I'd never seen till now.
1. Are you trying to apologize for what you said?
2. But I've seen it from the start.
  - Perhaps he just allowed you to see it. ((proceeds to "I think I was to harsh"))
3. See, you were wrong about us.
  - I think I was too harsh in my judgment before, and I am sorry.
    1. Apology accepted.
    2. You wanted what was best for both of us.
    3. You had better be sorry. I was deeply insulted.
      - What you have may not last forever; death and duty may part you, but love's worthiness is not diminished because of that. I should have seen this before. Instead, you learn to cherish every precious moment that you spend together, knowing that it may be the last. And for those of us watching... well, it brings warmth to these old bones to know that something so beautiful can be found in the midst of chaos and strife. (ends conversation)

Standard conversation, after the Circle Tower

"What's on your mind?"

I was just thinking about being a Grey Warden. +2 Approval
1. I don't know. It's just difficult, sometimes.
2. Everyone expects so much from me.
3. Sometimes I wish I could go back to my old life.
4. No. I think it was the best thing that ever happened to me.
  1. I will be ready when the time comes.
  2. I don't give up easily.
  3. I didn't have a choice.

As a Grey Warden, I'll never lead a normal life, will I? (Appears only after the above conversation has been completed) +1 Approval
1. And that makes me sad.
2. Wow, you're blunt.
3. I could try, but it wouldn't work.
4. But I don't think I was ever meant to be 'normal'.
5. I already knew the answer. Don't know why I asked.
  1. A little.
  2. It's on my mind constantly. +1 Approval
  3. No. I like my life.
    1. And this upset you?
    2. Grass is always greener on the other side.
    3. I don't think you're missing out.
      1. Did you find anything?
      2. The chantry doesn't offer much of either.
      3. You must have come to terms with your life eventually.
      4. It's hard to imagine you as a moody youth.
        And that made you feel better?
        
        I think she's right.
        
        Only the weak accept their fates.
        
        Oh, I can't get enough of that religious claptrap.
        All this sappy nonsense is going to make me throw up.
        
        I guess priests have to give up a lot too.
        
        But priests have to choose to be priests. Mages don't.
        That doesn't sound healthy.
        
        Would you hate me if I said you were full of rubbish?
        
        It won't be easy to live that way. +1 Approval

I'd like to ask you something about the Circle (this is a stub; not every path explored)
1. What do you think will happen to the Circle now? (returns to remaining questions or ends conversation)
2. How did you become a mage?
  1. What about your family?
  2. That must have been many years ago.
    1. Serves him right.
    2. Was he seriously hurt?
    3. He was lucky, I would've done much worse to him.
      1. What happened when you arrived at the tower?
      2. What a terrible experience for a child.
      3. Were the templars mean to you?
        That's a great story. +1 Approval (ends conversation)
        
        I felt the same way when I came to the tower. +2 Approval (mage only)
        
        I hated the place the minute I laid eyes on it. -5 Approval (mage only?)
        
        Don't get sentimental on me now. (ends conversation)
        
        Little did you know it was just a prettied up prison.
        I suppose I am lucky. +1 Approval (ends conversation)
        
        That's terrible and sad. +1 Approval (ends conversation)
        
        Those people should know better. +1 Approval (ends conversation)
        
        But the mages could be responsible. +1 Approval (ends conversation)
  3. How did they know you were a mage?
    1. Why? (reverts to "Serves him right.")
    2. I'm sure it's a fascinating story. (reverts to "Serves him right.")
    3. I bet he deserved it too. (reverts to "Serves him right.")
3. What was life like in the tower?
  1. At least you learned the dangers of magic from the Circle.
  2. That sounds horrible.
  3. Danger from what?
4. It's been a while since I left the tower...
  1. Yes, it was my home for so long. +1 Approval
  2. Of course not. I'm glad to be rid of that place. -4 Approval
    1. But I'm a Grey Warden now.
    2. I am proud to be a mage of the Circle. +1 Approval
    3. I thought that part of my life was over.
      1. I will try. Thank you for the advice. +1 Approval
        At least you don't repeat yourself like other old people. (ends conversation)
        
        Not run so much as hobble. (ends conversation)
        
        I am glad you take the time to counsel me. (ends conversation)
      2. I couldn't care less about others. I'll do what I want. -2 Approval
        Are you calling me a child? (ends conversation)
        
        I think I've had enough of your advice for now. (ends conversation)
        
        I suppose I could try to think about my actions a bit more (ends conversation)
      3. I'll do what's right, and I don't care what people think. +1 Approval
        (see "I will try. Thank you for the advice.")
5. Why didn't you want to stay at the tower?
  1. But you left the children.
  2. I am glad for your company. +1 Approval
    1. I am sure you will be able to return, if you so choose.(ends conversation)
    2. I wanted to make sure you really wanted this.
    3. We'll get along fine as long as you pull your own weight. (ends conversation)
      1. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it in that way. +2 Approval (ends conversation)
      2. I was just asking. No need to be snide.
      3. That can be arranged. (ends conversation)
  3. Just do as I say. I'm the Grey Warden here.
6. Nothing, I shouldn't have disturbed you. (ends conversation)
7. Nothing right now. (ends conversation)

Are you feeling better now?
1. I suppose you were just tired then, like you said.
2. I like making sure all my companions are well. +2 Approval
3. If you don't keep up, we might have to leave you behind.
4. Please let me know if there is anything I can do. +2 Approval

Wynne and Alistair

Wynne: Alistair, what's this?
Alistair: It's a sock?
Wynne: It's a filthy sock. How did it find its way to my bedroll?
Alistair: Maybe it likes you? Socks are sneaky like that. Anyway, it's not mine.
Wynne: It has your name stitched on it.
Alistair: Oh. Ha, ha. Ha. Part of templar training, back at the Chantry. The men were... always getting their socks mixed up. Anyway, uh, sorry about that. I'll take it from you right now. One of my socks is feeling a little damp anyway. A change would be nice.
Wynne: You're going to put it on? It's filthy!
Alistair: And dry. We're not exactly traveling in the lap of luxury here.
Wynne: What hideous habits you've picked up.

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Alistair: Wynne?
Wynne: Yes, Alistair?
Alistair: My shirt has a hole in it.
Wynne: I see. And?
Alistair: Can you mend it? When we get back to camp?
Wynne: Can't you mend your own clothes? Why do I have to do it?
Alistair: Sometimes I pick up too much fabric and it ends up all puckered and the entire garment hangs wrong afterward. And you're... you know, grandmotherly. Grandmothers do that sort of thing, don't they? Darning socks and whatnot. You don't want me to have to fight darkspawn in a shirt with a hole, do you? It might get bigger. I might catch cold.
Wynne: Oh, all right. I'll mend your shirt the next time we set up camp.
Alistair: Ooh! And while you're at it, the elbows kind of need patching too...
Wynne: Careful, young man, or puckered garments may be the least of your problems.

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Alistair: Ow.
Wynne: What? Stop fussing with it. You'll make it worse.
Alistair: It itches.
Wynne: Yes, it's healing. Don't touch it.
Alistair: But it's distracting. Can I rub it through the bandage? That's not really scratching.
Wynne: Alistair, if you open that wound up, I'm not going to heal it again. You can just treat it yourself. And if it festers, weeping bloody pus and burns like the flames of Andraste's pyre, don't come to me. All I'm going to say is: "Alistair, didn't I tell you not to touch it?"
Alistair: It won't really fester, will it?
Wynne: Why don't you try scratching and see?
Alistair: I... uh, I guess it doesn't itch so much now.

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Alistair: So, you... know that I am a Templar, right?
Wynne: I believe what I heard was that you were not, in fact, a Templar. You were trained as one before you became a Grey Warden.
Alistair: That's right. But I still have... all the abilities of one, of course. That doesn't... make you nervous?
Wynne: Should it? I am no apostate. Perhaps you should be directing this question at Morrigan.
Alistair: She claims not to be afraid of me... or anything, really. But you've had more experience with the Templars than her. I know how mages can sometimes...
Wynne: The Templars serve a function, and a necessary one. If what has happened at the tower proves anything, it is that we mages can be dangerous... even to ourselves.
Alistair: That's... one way of looking at it.
Wynne: And regardless, you seem like a decent enough young man. If you decide to slaughter me out of hand, I'm sure you would at least inform me first, no?
Alistair: Oh, sure... count on it.

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Alistair: So tell me, you have any children? Grandchildren? I don't know, great grandchildren?
Wynne: What would make you think I have any children at all? You have to know I've spent most of my life in the Circle of Magi.
Alistair: You just seem like the grandmotherly type to me, I don't know.
Wynne: I suppose I'll take that as a comment on my demeanor and not my age.
Alistair: Mages aren't forbidden to marry or anything, are they? It's not such an outlandish question.
Wynne: Isn't it? What sort of man would marry a mage, do you think?
Alistair: How about another mage? There are just as many men as there are women within the Circle, as I recall.
Wynne: That sort of union is... not encouraged. Although that does not stop us from seeking out each other's... company from time to time.
Alistair: I... all right, suddenly you don't seem quite so grandmotherly to me anymore.
Wynne: Good. I would hope not.

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(if the Warden is not mage)

Alistair: You know, of all the mages I've met you have to be the first one I can honestly say I've really liked.
Wynne: Why thank you, Alistair. I am quite touched. I like you, too, Alistair. I imagine my son would have grown up to be someone like you.
Alistair: Your son? I thought you said you were never married?
Wynne: That's true. I never have been.
Alistair: I... oh. Then this wasn't... before you joined the circle?
Wynne: I joined the Circle at the age of nine. So, no. Do you still like me?
Alistair: Err... yes? Why wouldn't I?
Wynne: Good. It appears you got away from the Chantry just in time.

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Alistair: So you... mentioned you had a son? What happened to him?
Wynne: I honestly don't know, Alistair. He was... taken from me. Such births are seldom, as there are ways to prevent it, but it does happen. And any child born to a Circle mage belongs to the Chantry.
Alistair: I... didn't know. I'm sorry.
Wynne: It's all right. It was a long time ago. A very long time ago.
Alistair: Couldn't you do something about it?
Wynne: Do what? I was weak from the birthing process and there were... no, there was nothing I could do.
Alistair: Do you think about him?
Wynne: All the time.

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(if the Warden is in a romance with Alistair)

Alistair: Why are you smiling like that? You look suspiciously like the cat who swallowed the pigeon.
Wynne: Canary.
Alistair: What?
Wynne: I look like the cat that swallowed the canary.
Alistair: I once had a very large cat, but that's not my point. My point is why are you smirking?
Wynne: (Chuckles) You were watching her. With great interest, I might add. In fact, I believe you were...enraptured.
Alistair: She's our leader. I look to her for guidance.
Wynne: Oh, I see. So what guidance did you find in those swaying hips hmm?
Alistair: No no no, I wasn't looking at...you know her...hind-quarters
Wynne: Certainly.
Alistair: I gazed...glanced, in that direction, maybe, but I wasn't staring...or really seeing anything even.
Wynne: Of course.
Alistair: I hate you. You're a bad person.

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Wynne: Alistair

(if the Warden is in a romance with Alistair), may I have a word?

Alistair: Of course, anything for my favouritest mage ever. ("second favorite mage" if warden is a mage)
Wynne: It seems you and our fearless leader are inseparable these days. Joined at the hip, almost.
Alistair: That's a bit of an overstatement, don't you think?
Wynne: Well then, now that you're in an intimate relationship, you should learn about where babies really come from.
Alistair: Pardon?
Wynne: I know the Chantry says you dream about your babies and the good Fade spirits take them out of the Fade and leave them in your arms...but that's not true. Actually what happens is that when a girl and a boy really love each other --
Alistair: Andraste's flaming sword! I know where babies come from!
Wynne: Do you? Do you really?
Alistair: I certainly hope so.
Wynne: Oh, all right then. Aww, look, you're all red and mottled. How cute.
Alistair: You did that on purpose!
Wynne: Now, now Alistair, why would I do such a thing?
Alistair: Because you're wicked. That frail old lady act? I'm so not fooled. I'm on to you now.

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(if the Warden is in a romance with Alistair)

Alistair: Soooo, what would you do if someone told you that they loved you?
Wynne: Check their eyesight first, perhaps. Is this someone I should know about?
Alistair: No. I mean, pretend you're a woman...
Wynne: I am a woman, Alistair. That shouldn't be too hard, but I'll give it a try.
Alistair: Ahhh, that's... not what I meant. Just... pretend you're another woman. And someone told you that they loved you. How would you react?
Wynne: Well, that depends. Does this someone just blurt it out? Do I love them back? I need context.
Alistair: I... I don't know if you love them back. Maybe you do. You've... spent a lot of time with this person.
Wynne: Perhaps you need to wait for the right moment? You could get her alone in camp, give her a gift perhaps.
Alistair: Oh, I wasn't talking about me... just... forget I said anything.
Wynne: (Chuckles) As you wish.

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(if the Warden is in a romance with Alistair)

Wynne: I think you make her very happy.
Alistair: Not this again. I'm ready this time.
Wynne: I just wanted to say that this was something good, for both of you. Being a Grey Warden isn't easy. I'm glad you found each other.
Alistair: Oh, yes, I bet you are, indeed.
Wynne: Cherish this. It may not last.
Alistair: And?
Wynne: That's all I had to say.
Alistair: Really? No pinching my cheeks? No making me blush?
Wynne: Of course not. I like you, Alistair. You deserve to be happy.
Alistair: Not even pinching my cheeks a little?

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(if the Warden is in a romance with Morrigan)

Alistair: So you know about him and Morrigan, right? You've heard?
Wynne: I think I know what are you talking about, yes.
Alistair: And you agree with it? You don't think that it's... dangerous?
Wynne: Dangerous for whom? Her? Or him?
Alistair: Anyone. She's maleficar... and rotten to the core. How can he even... this can't be a good idea. She can't be a good influence on him.
Wynne: I will admit that the thought did cross my mind, several times. But look at it another way...
Wynne: Perhaps he will be a good influence on her.
Alistair: You know, you are just too understanding about stuff like this. Can't you be more judgmental? I'm trying to rant, here.
Wynne: Oh, I'm sorry. You go ahead and rant, dear, and I'll just nod my head if you like.

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(after Alistair's heritage is revealed)

Wynne: Did you speak often with Cailan?
Alistair: You're asking me if I have a relationship with my "brother", aren't you?
Wynne: Yes. I wonder what he thought of you.
Alistair: I don't think he cared much about my existence. I didn't mean anything to him. Anyway, to answer your original question, no, we never spoke. Well, maybe once. Maric and Cailan had come to Redcliffe to visit the arl. I was very young then. We were introduced. I believe I said, "Greetings, your Highness." He said, "Ooh! Swords!" and ran off to the armory. So, yes, that was the extent of our relationship. We drifted apart after that. Very sad.

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(during the Return to Ostagar DLC after obtaining the first of Cailan's items)

Wynne: What's the matter, Alistair?
Alistair: I don't know. It just feels wrong to find this here, pawed over by darkspawn and thick with their rot. It was his.
Wynne: I know, I feel it too. But he is not the first king to ever fall in battle or ever the first to fall to the darkspawn.
Alistair: Yes but this wound cuts deeper.
Wynne: And it will bleed longer. But we must keep moving; no doubt the darkspawn are eager to give us plenty more reasons to mourn

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(in the Return to Ostagar DLC after obtaining the "last" of Cailan's items)

Alistair: There it is, the last of them.
Wynne: (sigh) It has been a long day. By the lines around your eyes I dare say you look as old as I.
Alistair: And if I may say so, milady, you appear to be getting younger by the day.
Wynne: Be careful who you flirt with, young man. (chuckle) When you wake up beside me tomorrow morning I'll be back to reminding you of your grandmother.
Alistair: Beside you?
Wynne: You heard what I said. It would not be the first time I woke to a younger man in my bed.
Alistair: Are all women this evil and conniving when they grow old?
Wynne: Just me, my dear. (chuckle) Just me.

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(in the Return to Ostagar DLC, shortly after arriving in the area)

Alistair: Something about returning here makes me feel old, Wynne.
Wynne: And what exactly are you implying, Alistair?
Alistair: What? ...What? N-Nothing! No, I just... thought...
Wynne: You just thought I might be an expert at feeling old and could share some sage advice?
Alistair: I... I just mean that I was a different person then. I believed him, you know. That it would bea glorious battle, that we would win...
Wynne: I did too. We were all a little bit younger the last time we were here.
Alistair: Well, not you. You've always been old.
Wynne: With lip like that, son, you'll be lucky if you live to be half my age.

Wynne and Morrigan

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? I could leave if I desired to. 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 mould 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.

Wynne and Oghren

Oghren: Aye, sure. Why not?
Wynne: Pardon?
Oghren: Oh, I'd give you a roll. Why not?
Wynne: A "roll?"
Oghren: Aye. Any time. Preferably in the dark.
Wynne: I suppose I should be flattered.
Oghren: I'm not sure I have the equipment for that, but sure, whatever gets you working.

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Oghren: Ah, Wynne... Care to partake of Oghren's fine homebrew? It's the drink of the gods.
Wynne: Mm, ale, is it? And I hope it's brewed hygienically?
Oghren: Of course! I may not know clean from a beggar's ass when it comes to most things, but I don't mess around with my ale.
Wynne: Very well, let's have a taste.
Oghren: Well? Well? What do you think?
Wynne: Very nice.
Oghren: You like it? well, I never...
Wynne: Attractive amber color. Nutty flavor, slightly sweet, just a hint of toastiness. There's some spice to it... I'm finding hard to place...
Oghren: Yes? Yes?
Wynne: Is it... cloves?
Oghren: Cloves! By the stone, you're a lady after my own heart. If I weren't buckled into this armor, I'd take you round the corner and... well, you know.
Wynne: Give me more ale?

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Oghren: So, Wynne... how do you know so bleeding much about ale? Have some tawdry tale of misspent youth to tell?
Wynne: Nothing quite so interesting, my friend. The Tranquil mages of the Circle just happen to be alchemial miracle-workers, and they brew more than just potions. There was always a pitcher or two of fine ale at our supper table.
Oghren: Well, bless my britches... Maybe when all this is done I'll chat up one or two of them quiet mages.
Wynne: Uh, Tranquil.
Oghren: Tranquil, quiet, insipid... same difference.

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Oghren: Ugh. Got something in my...Sod it.
Wynne: What are you... Never mind, I don't want to know.
Oghren: That's right. Keep your nose up. You know, just because we don't all live in some tower in the clouds doesn't mean we're worthless.
Wynne: I didn't...
Oghren: And furthermore, I don't think I appreciate the way you looked at me the other night.
Wynne: The way I... what?
Oghren: Oh, you remember. Those longing eyes, hungry for a bit of a tussle...
Wynne: I never looked at you, dwarf. Definitely not in that way.
Oghren: Oh, you're right. Must have been the dog.

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Wynne: Here, I bought you a towel, a bar of soap and a razor while we were at the market.
Oghren: Aye? What is this for?
Wynne: You wash with it.
Oghren: I know what soap is, woman! What is this flimsy slip of metal?
Wynne: It's a razor. you shave with it.
Oghren: Shave! Any warrior worth his salt keeps his beard! That's what I keep telling Alistair.
Wynne: It's matted! It has stale food stuck in it!
Oghren: Oh, so that's where that bit of herring got to. Anyway, it keeps my face warm. It doesn't have to be pretty. 'Sides, the ladies love it. Tickles them in all the right places if I wag my chin like this.
Wynne: Augh! Just take it. Take it!

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Oghren: You could show me a little appreciation, you know.
Wynne: Appreciation? For what?
Oghren: I saved your ass a while back! When that thing was... you don't even remember.
Wynne: I'm sorry, I--
Oghren: No, that's fine. Next time I'll just let it get you, that's all.

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Oghren: So. I was thinking...
Wynne: Listen, dwarf. I am not interested in your innuendos, your propositions, or your bodily emanations.
Oghren: But I--
Wynne: Quiet!
Oghren: I just wanted--
Wynne: No! Keep it to yourself! I'm serious!
Oghren: Eh, fine.
Wynne: Good! Thank you!
Oghren: Whatever.

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Wynne: Why do you occasionally refer to Alistair as a "little pike-twirler?"
Oghren: Why? Has the little pike-twirler taken offence?
Wynne: It's just a curious description.
Oghren: Curious? (Snorts) Bah, it's entirely true. What, you haven't seen him twirling his pike? Goes at it when he thinks no one's watching. Knocks about in the trees like there's no tomorrow. Caught him just the other day. Blushed all the way down to his navel, then couldn't find his shirt. I swear he's going to hurt himself one of these days, the way he works that thing.
Wynne: I don't want to hear this anymore, do I?
Oghren: I keep telling him, pikes are for sticking things at long range, aye? Horses and such. Not for twirling like a sissy-girl.
Wynne: Wait, you're talking about an actual pike? Like a spear?
Oghren: Obviously. What else would I be talking about?
Wynne: I can't imagine.

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(if the Warden has romanced both Leliana and Morrigan)

Oghren: So, you're not tossing yourself at the boss?
Wynne: Excuse me?
Oghren: It seems like every other woman in the band is tossing herself at the boss feet first. It's like a sodding noble's birthday party here.
Wynne: Oh, no. The Grey Warden is a little young for me. Both of them are.
Oghren: Need someone with a little more experience, I guess, right?
Wynne: I suppose.
Oghren: Well, you know where to find me.

Wynne and Leliana

Leliana: You are not religious, yes? You do not believe?
Wynne: I do, to some extent. It does not govern my life, however. Why do you ask?
Leliana: Oh, nothing. You are just a very good person, and it shows, and I thought at first you were religious, like some of the revered mothers. But no, I thought about it and I realized that you are not.
Wynne: I do what I do because I enjoy it; because I enjoy teaching others, helping them. I do not seek recognition for my works. I do not seek the approval of my peers, nor the approval of a distant god.
Leliana: That is admirable, doing good for its own sake. Some I knew were not like that. They bragged about what they did, trying to impress others. "Oh, Lady Adele, you fed and clothed twenty orphans, how noble!" "No, no, it is nothing, Lady Clarabelle. You treated forty lepers, and gave them massages!" Like a competition, with false modesty. Sickening.
Wynne: Er, did Lady Clarabelle really give forty lepers massages?
Leliana: Who knows. Lady Clarabelle had strange tastes. I wouldn't be surprised if she did that, and more.

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Leliana: You remind me of Lady Cecilie.
Wynne: Who?
Leliana: She was an Orlesian lady. My mother served her until she died and Lady Cecilie let me stay, instead of turning me out on the street.
Leliana: You are like her in some ways. You have the same poise, the same air of nobility.
Wynne: Oh, child, I am hardly noble.
Leliana: I learned that nobility isn't just something you are born with. I have met nobles who were petty and mean--complete degenerates.
Leliana: Then there are people with a certain dignity and grace. It draws you to them, no matter who you are, or who they are.
Leliana: I think that the lowest peasant can have the most noble spirit and it will always shine through. It is this nobility of spirit that you share with Cecilie.
Wynne: Why... thank you, Leliana. It is very kind of you to say that.

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Wynne: Do you miss the cloister much? I heard you were quite happy there.
Leliana: Yes, I was, generally. It was peaceful and it gave me a new start. No one knew who I was...But sometimes I am glad I am away and back on the road. There were bothersome things about the place... well, bothersome people. Some of the brothers and sisters would talk to you like... like the Chant they spoke was more pleasing to the Maker. Oh, I hated the way they talked down at me. So sometimes I forget the words to the Chant, or say them wrong, but so what? The Maker looks into your heart, no? So it doesn't matter what your lips say as long as your heart is true.
Wynne: I think you're missing the point, my dear. The Chantry believes the Chant of Light should be spread around the world. You cannot spread it, if those that are speaking the Chant are speaking it incorrectly.
Leliana: But I came to the Maker before I had even heard all of the Chants. The Maker speaks to people; they just don't know how to listen. It is all a power game, I think. If they convince others they know more, then they must be respected.
Wynne: Ah, child, it is precisely this kind of talk that made them wary of you. Opinions that differ from your own are always threatening.

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Wynne: It is sometimes so hard to believe that you have been through so much, at such a young age.
Leliana: I think I look younger than I am.
Wynne: Yes... yes, that is possible. When I was your age I was just about ready to take on my first apprentice.
Wynne: In hindsight, perhaps I should have waited a few more years. I was arrogant, my confidence bolstered by my youth.
Leliana: It is so hard to imagine, seeing you now.
Wynne: Oh, I've had some two decades or so to grow mellow. Believe me, back then I was quite... prickly.
Leliana: So you are like a fine wine, yes? Losing the raw edges over time?
Wynne: I suppose there is some truth to that analogy but dear Maker, I do hate being compared to wine. Or cheese.
Wynne: Especially cheese.

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Leliana: It must be a wonderful thing, to be able to weave spells.
Wynne: Wonderful? To you, perhaps. Most do not feel the same way
Leliana: Oh, what do they know? They are just jealous. The Maker gives you magic; you must use it. You do it so effortlessly. It's like breathing for you. I wish I had such talent.
Wynne: Oh, but you do. You have your music, your dancing. You are more graceful than anyone I've ever met. I think that perhaps the Maker gives us all magic... but of different sorts.
Leliana: I never thought of it that way. I suppose we all have our little gifts. Back in Orlais, I knew a noble lady who was like most of the other noble ladies--fair of face and slow of wit. Anyway, Catarina had the most uncanny ability to tie knots in the stems of cherries, using only her tongue. It was very impressive. The men, especially, loved watching her.
Wynne: Uh, yes, that's exactly the sort of Maker-given magic I was talking about.

(alternate lines if Oghren was recruited)

Leliana: Even Oghren?
Wynne: Oghren is a dwarf. He doesn't really come from the Maker.
Leliana: Oh, yes. That explains it.

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(after completing Broken Circle)

Leliana: Wynne, is this yours?
Wynne: Oh, my bag of components! Thank you, dear... I was wondering where it got to.
Leliana: You left it by the fire, at camp.
Wynne: Oh... yes, I remember now. How age creeps up on you, and brings with it forgetfulness...
Leliana: You're a great mage, Wynne, and you're sharper and wiser than many people I know. Some young ones, too.
Wynne: Ah, but you should have seen me fifteen, twenty years ago... the fires have dimmed somewhat since then.
Wynne: But thank you, Leliana... for picking up after this old lady.

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(after Wynne's condition is revealed)

Leliana: I heard about... what happened and I... I don't really know what to say, but I feel like I need to say something. Sorry, perhaps?
Wynne: I do not need sympathy, so do not feel obliged to give me comfort. We all die, Leliana, and we all know it. How is this different?
Leliana: Because... because it's sooner?
Wynne: Is it really? I may die next year, or I may die tomorrow, shot through the heart by a bandit's arrow. I do not know for sure.
Wynne: The constant fear of death is enough to take the joy out of anything, especially life.
Wynne: Do not worry for me, or for yourself. Death will take us when it wills and till then, we shall live, truly live.

Wynne and Sten

Wynne: Aren't you chilly, Sten?
Sten: "Chilly"? I don't know this word.
Wynne: It's much warmer where you're from, isn't it? Don't you feel cold?
Sten: I suppose.
Wynne: I don't imagine we can find a cloak in your size, can we? Hmmm...
Sten: What?
Wynne: Nothing. Nothing, don't mind me. Now, I wonder where I could get a skein of good wool yarn...

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Sten: Why do you keep looking at me like that, mage?
Wynne: I beg your pardon. I didn't mean to stare. I've never seen a qunari before.
Sten: You can blink once in a while. I'll still be here.

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Sten: Why are you here?
Wynne: I beg your pardon?
Sten: Women are artisans, or merchants. Or farmers, though you don't seem particularly... earthy. They have no place in war.
Wynne: I can't even begin to tell you what's wrong with that idea.
Sten: It is not done. There is no more to it.
Wynne: I do not understand. Do the qunari have no female mages? No female warriors?
Sten: Of course not. Why would our women wish to be men?
Wynne: Do you believe I wish to be a man?
Sten: You cannot wish to be a man. It will lead you only to frustration.
Wynne: Hmm. I believe this discussion does the same. Let us speak no more of it, Sten.
Sten: As you wish.

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Wynne: You can stop flinching, Sten. I'm not going to harm you.
Sten: I do not fear harm to myself.
Wynne: What is that supposed to mean?
Sten: An unbound mage is like a wildfire. As prone to consume itself as it is to devour all that surrounds it.
Wynne: I do wish you wouldn't refer to mages as, "it".

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Wynne: Are all qunari as quiet as you are?
Sten: Are all mages as chatty as you?
Wynne: ... That's fair.

Wynne and Zevran

Wynne: You must know that murder is wrong, I assume.
Zevran: I'm sorry... are you speaking to me?
Wynne: That is why you wish to leave your Crows. A crisis of conscience.
Zevran: Yes, that is exactly it.
Wynne: Joke if you wish, but I have the feeling that deep down you regret the life you have lived.
Zevran: It's true. I regret it all.
Wynne: Must you be such a child? Are you incapable of a single, serious conversation?
Zevran: I know. I am terrible and it makes me sad. May I rest my head in your bosom? I wish to cry.
Wynne: You can cry well away from my bosom, I'm certain
Zevran: Did I tell you I was an orphan? I never knew my mother.
Wynne: Egad. I give up.

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Wynne: Have you changed your mind yet? Are you willing to speak seriously?
Zevran: Of your bosom? As you wish.
Wynne: (exasperated) No, I do not wish to speak of my bosom.
Zevran: But it is a marvelous bosom. I have seen women half your age who have not held up half so well. Perhaps it is a magical bosom?
Wynne: Stop... talking about my bosom.
Zevran: But I thought you wished to speak seriously?
Wynne: I do. I thought, however foolishly, that you might be willing to speak of your past.
Zevran: We could do that. There have been many bosoms in my past, though only few as fine as yours.
Wynne: Enough. I am ending this conversation.

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Zevran: You have not asked my about my conscience for some time, my darling Wynne.
Wynne: That is correct. And I am not your "darling."
Zevran: (Sigh) So once again I am rejected, just as I am by the cruel, cruel fates. They are harsh mistresses to the elves.
Wynne: Zevran, I am old enough to be your grandmother.
Zevran: You say that like it's a bad thing.
Wynne: And what would you do with me if you had me, hmm? This is a game you play, nothing more.
Zevran: Ha, you are a cynical woman, Wynne.
Zevran: Cynical and powerful. It drives me mad with desire.
Wynne: ...
Wynne: I am going to walk away now.

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Zevran: So let us pretend that I do, indeed, believe that murder is wrong.
Wynne: (coldly) We are not having this conversation.
Zevran: Were I to believe such a thing, what would I do with it? Feeling guilt about things one can no longer change seems to very time-consuming with little hope for actual gain.
Wynne: But you could change what you do in the future.
Zevran: (Sigh) What would that require, exactly? It seems to me that feeling guilty would take up a great deal of my time as it is.
Wynne: Perhaps you could save a life, instead? One for every life you have taken.
Zevran: That is a great many lives to save and feel guilty as well. Perhaps I could do one or the other?
Wynne: It is not a game, Zevran. You either know right from wrong or you do not.
Zevran: I... I am so confused. I think I may cry. May I lay my head in your bosom?
Wynne: (Cry of frustration) No! No! You may not!
Zevran: You are so very cruel. How is it that you do not feel guilty?
Wynne: I feel guilty for having ever spoken to you.

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Zevran: You know, Wynne... I have a friend back in Antiva who would be very excited to meet you.
Wynne: I'm sorry?
Zevran: Salvail prefers women with experience and maturity. He says they have more substance, are more robust and flavorful.
Wynne: Does he now?
Zevran: Indeed. No need to deny it, Zevran knows a fine bird with he sees one.
Wynne: I am not a bird!
Zevran: There is no reason to deny yourself the pleasure of male companionship, after all, yes?
Zevran: You might talk now, but I assure you, Salvail is a gentleman of means, and quite handsome...
Wynne: I am going to walk away now. Calmly. Coolly. This is to save you the pain of having your brain forcibly removed through your ears.
Zevran: Tsk. This must be a Ferelden thing, I swear.

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Zevran: You know, I have heard stories about your Circle of the Magi, my dear Wynne.
Wynne: Is that so.
Zevran: There is a Circle in my country, of course, but perhaps things are different here.
Zevran: I visited the Antivan Circle on official Crow business, once. Met a beautiful young apprentice who was very eager for a taste of the outside world...
Wynne: Please! Please, get to the point.
Zevran: All I wonder is whether the templars guard the mages here as closely as they do in Antiva.
Zevran: In Antiva, the templars watch the Circle like a jealous husband guarding the chastity of a wanton bride.
Wynne: Interesting metaphor, but yes, it is not too different in Ferelden.
Zevran: And is it also true that when the moon swells to fullness, the mages of the Circle gather at the top floor of their tower and, naked under the stars, make love to each other?
Wynne: What? No! Maker's breath...
Zevran: Oh. I found out recently that it was not true in Antiva and hoped that it would be in Ferelden. Alas.

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{after Wynne's condition is revealed)

Zevran: I couldn't help hearing about your... predicament. Forgive me if I am prying...
Wynne: Yes, you are.
Zevran: ... but what does it feel like being possessed by a spirit?
Wynne: Why does this interest you so?
Zevran: I simply wish to get to know those that I travel with. Is that wrong of me?
Wynne: No, of course it isn't. Well... let me see. It is hard to describe. It is comforting... I... I feel safe, loved.
Zevran: Comforted, loved, yes...
Wynne: It is like being held close, cradled... the bond is so complete that I am unable to extricate myself, nor do I wish to. Wait... why do you have that look on your face?
Zevran: Mmm, I... I am simply imagining it. Continue, please.
Wynne: And there is a constant warmth, that spreads outwards from the very center of my being, infusing my body with--
Zevran: Ooh...
Wynne: Andraste's grace, what are you thinking about now? No, I don't want to know. I feel dirty. Do not speak to me.

Wynne and Shale

Wynne: Shale, why do you refer to me as the “elder mage?”
Shale: Clearly because it is old. And a mage. (Sarcastic alternative: "Clearly because it is purple. And a hyena." I am unaware what triggers this version, but my Warden was a mage herself. Rest continues on as normal)
Wynne: Then you simply wish to be perverse? Surely you are better then that.
Shale: I have found that I am allowed precious few amusements. Since so many prefer to call me “golem,” I enjoy referring to them in a similar fashion.
Wynne: Oh, very well. But could you at least use a different adjective? I do not wish my age to be my defining characteristic.
Shale: As the fussy mage desires.
Wynne: Oh, I give up.

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Wynne: Have you given any thought to your future, Shale?
Shale: I was thinking I might, oh, join the Chantry. Become Divine. And have giant Andraste golems fashioned to conquer the lands!
Wynne: Truly?
Shale: No-oooo.
Wynne: It was a serious question. One day the quest of these Grey Wardens will be finished, one way or another. What will you do then?
Shale: The quest of the Grey Wardens is to destroy the darkspawn, I thought.
Wynne: Oh? So you share a larger purpose with them? Is that your ultimate goal?
Shale: I had not given it much thought. It might be better than slaughtering every bird in existence.
Wynne: Well, yes. At the very least. It's worth thinking about.

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Shale: Has the elder mage ever encountered another golem?
Wynne: I suppose there used to be one deactivated one stored in the tower's vault. I wonder what became of it.
Shale: Why was it deactivated? Did it crush some arrogant mage's head after one too many commands?
Wynne: I do not know, Shale. Perhaps it is just irreparably broken. I think it stayed in the tower because no one could move it. It is very, very old. I believe it came from Tevinter, a long time ago. Perhaps someone bought it so it would guard the tower.
Shale: Its people do enjoy their slaves, don't they?
Wynne: It... it was not a slave! It was... it is a...
Shale: A tool? As I thought. No, don't deny it. No.

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Shale: The elder mage watches me. I am reminded of a certain former master whose head I crushed... or so I'm told.
Wynne: Oh, I'm sorry, Shale. I am simply curious about you, that's all.
Shale: As my former master would say during his experiments.
Wynne: Oh, I would do no such thing. I just find the idea of you so fascinating. On the one hand it seems it would be so sad, and so lonely an existence. And on the other you are so very powerful. No golem I know of has ever had free will as you do. May I ask what you intend to do with it?
Shale: Other than exterminating the vermin of the sky?
Wynne: Er... yes, other than that.
Shale: I do not know. Crushing heads is fun, for now.
Wynne: Well, that's... something.

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Shale: It seems I must retract a statement I made earlier. The elder mage is not at all like my former master.
Wynne: Oh? That's a good thing, is it?
Shale: It is, unless you happen to like having your head crushed. Not that I remember doing that.
Wynne: You know, I think I even remember who you speak of. His name was Wilhelm, yes? From the Free Marches?
Shale: It was Wilhelm of shrill voice and the control rod that he enjoyed wielding very much. Any more than that he did not divulge.
Wynne: Well, if it was the same man, he had quite the reputation. A scholar of some means who disappeared mysteriously.
Shale: Mystery solved. I killed him. I expect I smiled, much as I'm able to.
Wynne: (chuckles) You do speak your mind, don't you?
Shale: Fortunately, no other part of me has anything to say.

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{after completing Broken Circle)

Shale: I have a question it may be able to answer, elder mage.
Wynne: Must it always be "elder mage?" I am not a wizened old crone just yet.
Shale: Would it prefer "mage well past her prime, don't mind the sagging bits?"
Wynne: You have an odd way of requesting answers to your questions.
Shale: I am curious about the abominations of the tower. Is it possible for such a creature to become human again?
Wynne: Yes, it is simply... very difficult. It requires travel into the Fade.
Shale: And? Is the mage the same afterwards as the mage was before?
Wynne: No, I... have never met such a person, but no. They are changed. Forever.
Shale: I understand. Thank you for the answer... wise one.

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{after completing A Paragon of Her Kind)

Wynne: I have thought about what you said before, Shale. About slavery.
Shale: It is profitable, so I am led to believe.
Wynne: It is wrong. And it is no more right to make a slave out of a golem. I think... no one understood how golems were made, Shale. Perhaps we should have suspected, but no one knew. Golems were like spells. Useful.
Shale: I am useful. I'm better than any fireball, that I'm sure of.
Wynne: It's not the same thing. When this is over, I will make certain that the Circle of Magi knows the truth. Your people should not be treated as objects.
Shale: *Laughs* I have no people. I mentioned the slavery because I knew it would be bothered, no other reason.
Wynne: But I... it still deserves to... you are a very perverse creature, you know this?
Shale: It almost wishes it had a control rod, no? *Laughs*

Wynne and Dog

Wynne: You are a handsome canine specimen, aren`t you? Yes, you are.
Wynne: Oh, but look at that tiny stubby tail. Would you like a nicer tail? I could give you a long, swishy tail, if you liked.
Wynne: Just a wave of wand and poof! Tail. You`ll adore it, I promise.
Wynne: Or maybe you would like to be a different color? We could spice up that drab brown with some red, or blue. Perhaps even violet.
Wynne: Wardogs need to be pretty too, don`t they? Yes, you want to be pretty, pretty dog.
Wynne: That`s right, you just love attention, don`t you? And you want antlers. A big swishy tail and ant--hey! He... he made off with my staff!
Wynne: Perhaps I underestimated his intelligence.

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Wynne: They say the mabari is clever enough to speak, and wise enough to know not to. Tell me, my friend, does this saying apply to you? Are you capable of speech, and simply choose not to speak?
Dog: (He wags his tail.)
Wynne: Hmm... sometimes I think the world would be a much friendlier place if we could learn some things from animals. Nothing in the animal kingdom can match the worst qualities of humanity.

Wynne/Dialogue

Contents

Wynne's remarks

Wynne and the Warden

Circle of Magi

Non-Mage Wardens

Mage Warden (Regardless of Race)

Party Camp

Prompted Conversation

Prompted Conversation (49+ approval)

Leliana Romance

Morrigan Romance

Alistair Romance

Zevran Romance

Standard conversation, after the Circle Tower

Wynne and Alistair

Wynne and Morrigan

Wynne and Oghren

Wynne and Leliana

Wynne and Sten

Wynne and Zevran

Wynne and Shale

Wynne and Dog

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