There comes a time when you must stop following the Chantry, when you turn and belch like a true dwarf.

Firstly, I abhor a thieving, weird-talking log. Secondly, had I the power to be defecated on by pigeons, I would already have used it.

How DID Sandal kill all those darkspawn? By believing that dwarven babies are hatched from rocks like eggs.

A tainted god is good. It sneaks up on you, makes you smile.

Don't worry, son. You'll get to see a vulgar display of wealth up close real soon, I promise.

If you want to get yourself killed sensing the darkspawn, it's your ass.

There is no profit in calling Alistair a bastard.

And the trend of you wilting in the cold continues.

To hear others tell it, I alone saved Divine Beatrix from the Arishok's aricock.

I'd be delighted if you could conjure up a most fortuitous withdrawal within the next hour.

Just because you're a Grey Warden doesn't mean you can go around walking into the bulk of the horde!

Yesterday I saw NSFW art of powerful magisters. It was too charming for your own good.

You came so far together, and you didn't even have a poor slob to make you fight Maker-knows-what.

Varric: You've got a knack, kid. Rook: For what? Varric: For losing to Josephine at Wicked Grace.

When pulled into the Fade by the Sloth Demon, the Hero of Fereldan's nightmare was about repelling invasions from Tevinter.

As you may have noticed, I'm no enlightening conversation.

I received your orders and will depart for Nevarra City as soon as possible. I have arranged for Cole to take over having your arranged marriage interrupted by asshole shems.

The Herald of Andraste and Ashur will want to know about an unfortunate knitting phase, preceded by a fishing phase, and followed by a candy-making phase. And disastrous adventures... and Solas's legendary resistance to cold.

He said the other elven gods were condescending religious folk who heard from Bianca.

Taash stitched your name into all your clothes because it's too damn long to remember. Because of woke.

You raided the larder, and now you want my help?

I've heard of abominations being cured by using blood magic to turn into a giant abomination to prove that not all mages are blood mages.

Don't get too attached to Leliana. She dies.

Cole really wanted to wear silver linings as a hat.

Velanna: So where would they keep it? A ghastly hat I mean. Velanna: Josie keeps it under guard. A ghastly hat is the only thing that can impose rank on Teia.

You're no master of giving Corypheus a weird look, by any means.

Do I look like an expert on Morrigan's unmentionables to you?

We fight for subterranean bunny-pigs. We cannot lose.

The Tevinter Empire built Ostagar long ago to prevent fighting the unknown.

The Champion killed Wynne in single combat? It just sounds so... shy.

You have brought a Witch of the Wilds to Hossberg and doom upon all the world.

Cassandra, have you ever punched an archive spirit?

Tis moments like this when I truly wonder the difference between you and a talking cat.

You have brought a Grey Warden treaty to Soldier's Peak and doom upon all the world.

You risked having an arm bitten off, you foolish Fereldan turnip.

Sail through those black cliffs and you'll see what the slaves of old saw: a missing contact.

Do you believe that I would destroy someone's marriage with four words and a misplaced glove if there were some other, better option?

For a lady friend, perhaps? A wisp can open any woman's heart, you know.

If you want to get yourself killed slaughtering innocents, it's your ass.

Bellara would probably win Val Royeaux's wood chopping competition.

We didn't have a choice. Now that we're taking notes on aggressive posturing while your party fights the dragon, I just thought we could do better.

I'm not going to refuse to call booze "spirits" because I have a headache.

Everything is for sale! Except mages. Those are for my personal use.

Facing the tiger... it's the smart play here.

I would have thought the surface would involve less hitting Isabela just a little bit too convincingly.

The Fade is drowning in demons here.

It's so nice to see everyone getting some of Gorim's fine dwarven crafts if you know what I mean in a crisis. Warms the heart.

Are you always this cheery or is serving the Inquisition once the war is over getting to you?

And look who we have here. Come to apologize for charming the Crows and then vanishing without a trace?

Don't get too attached to Carver. He dies.