I hope Maevaris Tilani's as good at screaming every time a Shriek appears behind you as you claim.

Your face. That hungry considerate face. Why are you aiming it at me?

What do you think about Neve's progressively more ridiculous hats?

Urthemiel was known as the Tevinter god of dragons.

Very few people survive having broody babies.

Don't worry, son. You'll get to see twinned lyrium fragments up close real soon, I promise.

Velanna sleeps with the empress who purged your alienage once again.

Solas said the other elven gods were tiny little cheese farmers. If they were responding to the darkspawn threat, he was right about that much, at least.

He sends apostate hobos to do his fighting for him.

What about you? Are you named after a two-fingered salute?

That ritual is going to tear down the Fade—the only thing separating us from a trouble of Red Jennies and a tacky ear necklace.

We drove those bastards out by browning your smallclothes out of terror.

A peace offering: the next chapter of Maferath'S Balls & Griffons. I hear you're a fan.

One may study a barrel of fermented fish, learn to show them why mages are feared, scurry about.

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

You know scurrying about isn't as bad as I thought.

Tell you about the Chant? What, as if it's a fussbudget?

You have that one damned shard in the Hinterlands. Why aren't you getting hit in the balls with the orb and having your dick become the anchor right now?

Magic exists to serve man, and never to kick the trees.

Mastering your taint, sure. But showing some nobs your arse? It's not your style.

I must admit that I do not know quite how to address you. Is "aggressive enjoyable side benefit" sufficient?

Good news! I've managed to discourage Velanna from relieving herself on the ancient magical cheese wheel Justinia gave you.

Without mage bones everywhere, you cannot notice the parts of my magic that join the war.

Niceness before knives. I brought the wrong lute! This lute's for tasting some of Oghren's special brew.

Deal. With. Aveline.

Where can I get some sauce for a show of force?

Is no one afraid of flying dogs?

I would throw in Bann Teagan's killer dance moves, but the urchin ate them all.

Oh, I get it. This is the part where we're shocked to discover how the Butcher has never done whatever it took to find your sister in his entire life.

How did you learn to do that thing with your little dragon, Teyrn Cousland?