Tsuvlan: Why were you at the conclave, Kaaras?Kaaras: I was hired to go.Tsuvlan: Oh? A bodyguard, then. For a noble attending?Kaaras: Well... no. There was a girl there--about nineteen, I guess? Her parents were farmers.Tsuvlan: Nineteen? That’s... young.Kaaras: ... Yeah. Yeah it is.Tsuvlan: The girl you were hired to protect - her parents were farmers, you said? There must be a story there.Kaaras: Well, my mercenary group was passing through some farmland east of Kirkwall, and this couple was begging everyone with a sword to help them.Tsuvlan: The girl wasn’t there?Kaaras: No, I was supposed to--to bring her home.Tsuvlan: Was it a lot of money?Kaaras: (awkward laugh) No. No it wasn’t.
Tsuvlan: How could you possibly have eaten all those pastries?Kaaras: Um. I’m - I have - what pastries?Tvuslan: I saw you with three boxes of those little cakes not an hour ago!Kaaras: You did? Three? Oh. um...(if in the party)Varric: How do you know they’re not hiding all of it in their sixteen shirts?Kaaras: Seven.Varric: That’s... not better.(ends with)Tsuvlan: I didn’t mean to accuse you of anything... you look so flustered.Kaaras: Flustered? Me? I - um...Tsuvlan: (sigh)
(later, also in Val Royeaux)
Tsuvlan: ... Did you see that?Kaaras: See what? I saw nothing.Tsuvlan: Where did that child get that box of cakes? It looks like it cost more than his... clothes.Kaaras: Wow. That is a mystery we will definitely never solve, not ever.Tsuvlan: He’s not even wearing shoes!(if in the party)Varric: Always knew you were a softie, Layers.