Leliana: It has been some time since I left Lothering.

When I stepped out of the cluster I had no idea

where my path would leave. That must have been something right. It lead me to you, to love
Character: Love?
Leliana: Yes, That gloriously rich and decadent emotion that one finds oneself hopelessly stuck in
Much like caramel pudding.
Character:Youve been stuck in caramel pudding, I get?
Leliana: Well, you know Orlesians and their curious entertainments. Its much nicer than mud. Oh! I
have some tale of pudding that you would not believe. Perhaps we could retire to my tent and I
could regale you.
Character:Im going to stay up and write in my journal
Leliana: I didnt know you had a journal or wrote in it readily.
Todays special. I want to make a special entry.
Leliana: Well maybe you could bring it to my tent and I could watch you write. I could give you
suggestions: Dear Journal, Leliana has shown much affection for me, even asked me to go to bed
with her but allas subtlety is lost on me.
Character:Wait what?
Leliana: Oh Now she gets it
Character:Are you sure in what you want?
Leliana: Oh! Dont second guess me. Its not becoming. Come here. And no arguing this time.
Ser Nancine: Ahh A peasant. How delightful.
Character: Youre ill. Im an herbalist of some skill.
Ser Nancine: You are? Ive been meaning to stop by the apothecary I have this tickle in the back of
my throat.
Character: I could examine you. You have to remove your armour though.
Ser Nancine: Is that really necessary?
Character: Many deadly aliments start off as a simple cough.
Ser Nancine: Youre the expert. Could you help me with the straps?
Character: Id be happy to.
Ser Nancine: This may take a moment. Bloody straps. Theres nothing wrong with me, right?
Character: For a modest fee I can sell you some medicine.
Ser Nancine:I thought you were some sort of common thug, but youve surprised me. Heres two
sovereign.
Zevran: So I wonder. Do you intend to take your mothers place now?
Morigan: Take her place? What do you mean?
Zevran: As the new Witch of the Wild. That was her title, no? When one slays the queen its
Morigan: Considering the throne is a small shack in the middle of a cold wilderness, I think I may just
pass.
Zevran: And why would you lie to me, I wonder?
Morigan: Ah. Is this the part where you hint at some subtle plot of mine? Because you are so
perceptive.
Zevran: So you didnt know what your mother planned until you read it in that book, thats what you
said.
Morigan: That is correct.
Zevran: I admire you. You are a wicked, wicked woman
Morigan: And you are a fool who spends far too much time on his hair.