Owain and Shale, Darrick and Blackwall, Rigel and Cassandra, Irrick and Zevran
Shale: Does it always stink like an oncoming storm?Owain: ...Is ‘it’ supposed to be me? Should I feel insulted?Shale: It avoids the question?Owain: What--? Oh. Ah, usually, yes. It hasn’t bothered me enough to figure out how to make it stop.Shale: And if others in its presence are bothered?Owain: *sweet as pecan pie* Then they adjust and stop noticing eventually.Shale: *disgruntled noise*
Blackwall: You’re a Warden-Commander, are you not?Darrick: Aye. Means you’ve got nothin’ to talk t’me ‘bout.Blackwall: ...I suppose I had that coming.
Cassandra: We tried to find you, you know.Rigel: I do know, actually! Varric told me. I ran very fast in the other direction.Cassandra: *scoffs* Well, at least you acknowledge running away when you could help.Rigel: Ha! *just imagine the ugliest laugh you can* Seriously? ‘Let’s ask Hawke! He utterly failed at keeping a single city from imploding, I’m sure he’ll do better with the entire world!’ Please. You wanted my reputation, not me.Cassandra: Hawke--Rigel: No, nope. No thank you. You’re clearly deluded, and I’ll not catch whatever you’ve afflicted yourself with.
Irrick: *aggrieved sigh* Why are you staring at me.Zevran: Ah! You do speak! I was beginning to wonder.Irrick: You couldn’t have tried, oh, I don’t know, conversation?Zevran: I have tried conversation. You grunted at me. Most impolite, but I’ve been told I have that effect on people.Irrick: ‘Tried conversation--?’ You mean those obscene comments about my bow were supposed to seem engaging?Zevran: So you were listening!














