Dank in Thedas

Everything you’ve heard? Completely true. Find delightful, witty, or just plain banter right here as we adventure around Thedas in Dragon Age.

[dankinthedas]

any particular party members you’d like to see talk to each other? drop a comment here and i’ll make it happen

[dankinthedas]

Sera: So why are you here? Slumming it with us lowlies? Get your fun that way?

Varric: You’ve seen nobles. You think I’d get any fun hanging out with them?

Sera: Right. “Them.”

VAR BELLANARIS | EXALTED PLAINS

[dankinthedas]

Blackwall: I am sorry about your…friend. Losing someone is difficult.

Solas: Thank you. The death itself was less painful than what came before. Seeing a good spirit twisted, its nature defiled…those mages knew nothing of my friend. Worse, they did not care.

Blackwall: I don’t know what to say.

Solas: Nor will you, until you’ve seen ignorance snatch away all that you love. Pray such a day never finds you.

SHRINE TO SYLAISE | EXALTED PLAINS

[dankinthedas]

Dorian: What’s a deshyr from the Merchants Guild doing in the middle of a battle against ancient evils?

Varric: I could ask the same thing of a pampered, noble Tevinter.

Dorian: You can’t call me “pampered.” Nobody’s peeled a grape for me in weeks.

Varric: Talk to Josephine. She can arrange something.

HALIN’SULAHN | EXALTED PLAINS

[dankinthedas]

iron bull: You know, Seeker, your style doesn’t have to be so defensive.

cassandra: Excuse me?

iron bull: You’ve got armor. Let ‘em scratch the paint a bit. You can wind up for a shot that’ll really ring their bell. Some part of you wants to just cut loose. I can feel the frustration in your swings. You need any help with that frustration back at camp, let me know.

cassandra: It’s never going to happen.

iron bull: Apologies for giving offense. I will stop making invitations, Seeker.

cassandra: I was not offended, nor did I say you should stop… so long as we’re both clear it’s never happening.

iron bull: Works for me!

OLD CRESTWOOD | CRESTWOOD

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Cole: They can only return to the Maker if they become real. Why can’t they be forgiven as they are?

Solas: People say they lack the ability to learn or grow.

Cole: Yes.

Solas: But the more contact you have with this world, the more ability you gain.

Cole: Why would they want to prove the Maker wrong? He’s already far away.

Solas: It isn’t about right and wrong. It’s about attention, when you think you have been forgotten.

Cole: And rolling the ball so it goes in the hole.

NORTHERN RAMPARTS | EXALTED PLAINS

[dankinthedas]

soldier 1: What do you make of that?

soldier 2: You’re a scoundrel and a liar, Reeve. And probably a filthy cheater.

soldier 1: Is that all?

soldier 2: *laughs* Take your money, you ass.

CAER BRONACH | CRESTWOOD

[dankinthedas]

Vivienne: If I might be so bold, Inquisitor, is this the company you would present as the Inquisition?

Sera: I know, right? You people are weird.

Vivienne: Thank you for illustrating the point.

Sera: What, you think you’re better than me?

Vivienne: It’s nothing personal, dear. I am demonstrably better than most. That you so thoroughly prove it is hardly my fault.

Sera: Pretty sure she thinks she’s better than me.

NAZAIRE’S PASS | THE WESTERN APPROACH

[dankinthedas]

Dorian: I must admit, Cassandra, I’ve never heard of these “Seekers of Truth.”

Cassandra: Why would you? They do not exist in Tevinter.

Dorian: But what are they? Some manner of super-templar? Is this one of those southern secrets, like proper hygiene?

Cassandra: Once we worked from the shadows, monitoring templars and mages alike.

Dorian: Ah. That clearly worked out well.

Cassandra: Your glibness does you no credit. The mage rebellion was beyond even our power to control.

THE BLACK FENS | CRESTWOOD

[dankinthedas]

iron bull: Something’s funny about you.

blackwall: Oh?

iron bull: Yeah, you talk about Grey Wardens and honor and sacrifice and griffons, but you’re still not convinced.

blackwall: Not convinced?

iron bull: Yeah, you know what I mean.

blackwall: And you know this because?

iron bull: I’m a people person.

THREE TROUT FARM CAMP | CRESTWOOD

[dankinthedas]

sera: Dwarves are short.

iron bull: Everyone’s short to me.

sera: Yeah, but dwarves, right? You’d need two to look one in the eye.

iron bull: Well, they’d both have a good view.

~ VILLAGE OF CRESTWOOD

[dankinthedas]

dorian: Cole, do you hear magic?

cole: Yes. Don’t you?

dorian: Spells sometimes make a sound, but… I don’t think we hear the same thing.

cole: Don’t your spells whisper things to you? What is and could be, music in the mind of strange, far away places?

dorian: Not lately.

cole: Then we don’t hear the same thing.

THE BLACK FENS | CRESTWOOD

[dankinthedas]

solas: You have seen a great deal of battle.

blackwall: We all have.

solas: Not all, not like you. You live and breathe war. You understand it. It is home to you.

blackwall: What’s that supposed to mean?

solas: I intended no offense. We have both seen terrible things. We have watched death and destruction render that which we love unrecognizable. It is calming to see something familiar in another.

~ THREE TROUT POND | CRESTWOOD

[dankinthedas]

iron bull: So, ma’am, you must be pleased the Inquisition brought in all those rebel mages.

vivienne: Hardly. Magic is dangerous, and with the Inquisition’s alliance, the mages are now dangerously independent.

iron bull: Your views on magic don’t quite mesh with what I was taught about mages outside the Qun.

vivienne: Life is a series of necessary restrictions, Iron Bull. The small-minded beat against every wall they find. The wise learn to make the most of the options they have.

~ THE FLATS, CRESTWOOD

[dankinthedas]

dorian: I have only one question, Sera: did you cut your own hair?

sera: Yeah. Why wouldn’t I?

dorian: You could try using something other than a rusty butter knife.

sera: Oh, excuuuse me while I dig up any diamond-studded hair-cutting whatevers.

dorian: Scissors. The word you’re looking for is “scissors.”

sera: Pppbth!

~ EAST SIDE HILLS | CRESTWOOD

[dankinthedas]

sera: You’re smirking again. Like in that fight before. What’s so funny?

cassandra: The simplest spell had you white as a sheet. I’ve shrugged off worse in practice.

sera: Well, sorry I’m scared of the stuff I’ve been warned about my whole life—like most people who aren’t Seekers.

cassandra: I apologize. I could help, if you’re willing.

sera: Pfft! No, I have things to do. You can help by standing in front of me.

cassandra: *chuckles* That I can do.

~ CRESTWOOD

[dankinthedas]

cole: They didn’t get to say goodbye.

varric: You all right, kid?

cole: A templar at Therifal Redoubt. He wanted to make the world safe for his daughter. Then he turned red inside. She doesn’t know.

~FINDING A LOST JOURNAL | DWARVEN RUINS