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Skyhold Ambient Dialogue

Romance Gossip

Skyhold Masterpost

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Female PC: Noble 2: Committed to independence, I hear.

Male PC: Noble 2: Committed bachelor, I hear.

Noble 2: Shame.

Noble 1: I know.

Flirted, no romance locked in: Noble 2: A way with words, too. Noble 1: Shame.

Have not flirted at all: Noble 2: Nary a word for anyone. Noble 1: Shame.

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Noble 2: Any stories?

Noble 1: Oh, plenty. No one interesting, though.

Noble 2: Our struggle is young. Rest assured, intrigue begets begetting.

Noble 1: (Laughs.) You're awful.

Noble 2: Oh, I know.

—

Noble 1: Would you have guessed such a pairing?

Romance with Cassandra/Cullen/Dorian/Josephine locked-in: Noble 2: Oh, yes. The lure of command. Noble names. Classically arousing in every sense.

Romance with Blackwall/Sera/Iron Bull locked-in: Noble 2: No, I prefer a highborn scandal. This is much less enthralling.

Noble 1: Careful. Ears.

Noble 2: Of course.

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Noble 1: Sorrow. Heartbreak. The drama of it all.

Noble 2: Oh, I know. Riveting.

Romance with Cassandra/Cullen/Dorian/Josephine ended: Noble 1: So much lost. The potential. Noble 2: Agreed. Such a disappointment.

Romance with Blackwall/Sera/Solas/Iron Bull ended: Noble 1: Doomed from the start. Noble 2: Oh, of course. That much was obvious.

Noble 1: Still… hope springs eternal.

Noble 2: No rest for the wicked.

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Noble 2: Has there been an exchange?

Noble 1: You're awful!

Noble 2: Not that. Gifts. Or perhaps betrothals.

If any gift romance quest is complete: Noble 1: Of a sort. Very romantic. Noble 2: Vicariously satisfying.

If any gift romance quest has not been completed: Noble 1: Not to my eyes. Noble 2: The waiting is delicious.

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Noble 1: We reach the climax.

Noble 2: Not just us.

Noble 1: Oh you! This could be serious. Perhaps there will be gowns.

F/F romance: Noble 2: Double the gowns. Which will win, scandal or fashion? Noble 1: I love both. Don't make me choose.

M/M romance: Noble 2: Perhaps not, but think of the hats. Noble 1: Wicked, wicked hats. I do hope so.

F/M Romance: Noble 2: The signs are there. They'll be sewing in Val Royeaux even now. Noble 1: They are fools for it. As am I.

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Noble 2: I've chosen a buckle-over with turquoise. Five feathers.

Noble 1: You're so bold. I have selected simple shades of rose. And a shocking parasol.

Noble 2: Careful, you'll distract from the happy couple.

Noble 1: Impossible.

Noble 2: I do agree. But what if…?

Noble 1: No date before the seasons and fashions change? Disaster.

Noble 2: Agreed.

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Noble 1: Inquisitor.

Noble 2: Inquisitor.

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Skyhold Ambient Dialogue

Leliana's Runner

Skyhold Masterpost

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If Morrigan has Keiran:

Leliana: What did Morrigan say? Runner: She scowled. And admitted that Kieran chose the gown. Leliana: I knew it! Red velvet. The boy has wonderful taste. Runner: Oh, she also said to tell you to stay away from him. You are a bad influence.

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Blackwall:

Leliana: Are you sure? My information tells me the Warden-Constable was in Val Chevin at the start of the Blight. He advised caution in dealings with Ferelden. Runner: Shall I ask Blackwall to clarify? Leliana: No. I'll look into it, if I have time.

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Cassandra:

Runner: Lady Cassandra asked to see your report on the grand clerics. Leliana: I thought she didn't want to know what they're discussing? Runner: She changed her mind three times. I finally had to run out of there.

Runner: Lady Cassandra disagrees with your report on Corypheus. Leliana: Again? I collected everything I could—there isn't much.

Leliana: You can tell Lady Cassandra that her uncle refused. Runner: She anticipated that. She asked if you used her letter. Leliana: Her letter, the amulet, and I even lied. The man is stubborn as an ox.

Runner: Sister Leliana said she hasn't received any responses. Cassandra: From no one? Not a single Pentaghast answered? Runner: There may have been a few, but… I don't think she wants to tell you what they say.

Runner: She suggested you send agents to the archive in Cumberland, and gave the name of a librarian. Leliana: (Sighs.) I tried that, but we'll try again.

Cassandra: Leliana is just being stubborn. Runner: I couldn't possibly respond to that, my lady. Cassandra: Yes, I know. (Sighs.) Tell her to send the agents. I will deal with the consequences.

—

Cole:

Leliana: What is this? Runner: It's a sketch. From… that boy. Leliana: Is that supposed to be a cabbage? Runner: It might be a rose…

If Cole is more human: Runner: Ah, I was told to put this in… your wine. Leliana: That's a bee. Runner: It's dead… Leliana: Not better. Runner: He said bees make honey! Leliana: Still it makes no sense. Please put that away.

Runner: Sister Leliana says thank you. Cole: But she didn't like the bee. Runner: It was a little weird.

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Dorian:

Runner: Lord Dorian wants to be involved. He even sent reasons to talk with him about the Tevinter ambassador. Leliana: Why not tell me in person? Runner: You make him nervous. "Her eyes stare into my soul." Leliana: He has a soul?

Dorian: So? What did she say? Runner: Sister Leliana responded that the Inquisition investigates all its members. Dorian: By going through their undergarments? They were mussed. I know it was one of her agents.

Runner: She was insistent, my lord. Dorian: Insistent, "I'll murder him in his sleep," or insistent, "be a sweetie and tell me"? Runner: Umm… the latter? Dorian: Oops, that's worse. Tell her she'll have it before nightfall.

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Sera:

Leliana: Why would she assume I am a better source of incendiary liquids than the quartermaster? Runner: I'm sure I don't know. Leliana: Tell Sera… no, I will see to it. Runner: Oh, thank you.

Leliana: Please, could you repeat that? Sera asked for what? Runner: "Knives that have other knives along the blade, but are actually arrows." Runner: She added "like they used to have she knows where." I am terribly sorry. Leliana: No—no, thank you. I'll take care of it. (Weary sigh.) Sera…

Runner: I'm sorry, my lady. These are from— Leliana: Sera. Obviously. Who else would send me frilly underthings by runner? Wait. Are these Josephine's?

Runner: Sister Leliana would prefer if you didn't use Inquisition runners for your pranks. Sera: Could have sworn she used to be fun. Looks it, anyway. Runner: She did, however, ask someone to hang the ambassador's frilly underthings on a banner pole in the courtyard. Sera: Hahahaha! Knew it.

Sera: You did it? Runner: Yes, please stop asking. Sera: (Laughs.)

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Solas:

Runner: Solas's most recent notes on the Breach. Leliana: Ah. Much appreciated.

—

Cullen:

Female Surana/Amell HoF, Leliana romanced: Leliana: I thought this obsession was over. Has he been drinking? Runner: I don't know. I'm just the messenger! Leliana: Tell him to drop it. I'm not going to discuss what she was like.

Runner: Commander Cullen will not be attending this week's interlude. Leliana: What? Tell him he must. I cannot be distracted at the moment, and I don't want Josephine's feelings hurt.

Runner: Sister Leliana is not going. She says you have to go. She fears Josephine's feelings will be hurt if you both decline to attend the interlude this week. Cullen: Oh, for Andraste's sake. Enough with this "interlude" business. It's a tea party! Which I simply do not have time for.

Runner: He doesn't have time for a tea party. Leliana: Stubborn mule! Fine. I will arrange for him to be called away at the last minute. For appearances.

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Josephine:

Runner: Ah… she's not happy. She heard you were scheming. "Leliana, the interlude is for us to connect as colleagues and friends, lest we lose sight of shared goals in the fog of petty differences. I am deeply disappointed." Leliana: She used the word "disappointed"? Merde. Runner: The lady ambassador wields guilt like a knife.

Leliana: And? Runner: All she heard was "a chocolate sponge." Leliana: Very well. If the Arenbergs want to play, we'll play. I will handle it.

Runner: Ambassador Montilyet is having trouble with the Comte du Braye. Leliana: Tell Josie to put this in her next message: "We have Lady Maronn's quicksilver." The comte will know what we mean. He will submit.

—

Leliana: To Charter, please. Runner: At your order. Leliana: One moment. I have more.

Runner: Is that all? Leliana: Almost. Oh, and send for Mason.

Leliana: You've taken care of it? Runner: Of course.

Runner: Shall I wait? Leliana: Please.

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Skyhold Ambient Dialogue

Temple of Mythal

Skyhold Masterpost

This may only be available for an elf PC.

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Dalish Elf: More of us are joining. We could teach you our ways.

City Elf: I like your food. You can keep your ways.

Dalish Elf: Won't you keep an open mind? After all, look who you're following.

City Elf: I know who I'm following. The Herald of Andraste.

Dalish Elf: Who is an elf.

City Elf: I don't see your point.

—

Dalish Elf: You see it, right? How the Inquisitor is representing us?

Andrastian PC: City Elf: You're overstepping. Our direction has been solidly Andrastian.

Non-Andrastian PC: City Elf: There's more to it. Even if our direction is not strictly Andrastian.

Dalish Elf: You mean how "She" chose one of the elvhen because "even one of us" can be "worthy"? Don't you see how patronizing that is?

City Elf: Adding letters to "elf" doesn't make your point. I believe She's with us. Prove She's not.

Dalish Elf: That's not how it works.

City Elf: Convenient for you.

—

City Elf: Why aren't more of the Dalish asking about the Chant?

Dalish Elf: It is very nice, but it's not our way.

City Elf: Look who you're following.

Dalish Elf: I follow the Inquisitor.

Andrastian PC: City Elf: The Herald of Andraste. Everyone knows that.

Non-Andrastian PC: City Elf: That's how we know Andraste has blessed us.

Dalish Elf: That is what you believe.

—

City Elf: I don't know how you can look at all this and not believe.

Dalish Elf: I could say the same.

City Elf: But it just makes sense.

Dalish Elf: And I could say the same.

—

After What Pride Had Wrought, did the rituals:

Dalish Elf: What do you think allowed the triumph at the temple?

City Elf: I'm not listening.

Dalish Elf: One of our own entered, and one of our own emerged. The old ways remain.

City Elf: Heretics and demons. That's all that was.

—

After What Pride Had Wrought, did the rituals:

Dalish Elf: Your Chant doesn't cover such things. It's all right to admit that.

City Elf: You can't know. She has always shown us the way. Just because an elf found that temple…

Dalish Elf: A place of our people, led by one of our people.

City Elf: Perhaps. Perhaps your old ways are not what we thought.

—

After What Pride Had Wrought, did not do the rituals:

City Elf: Will you be coming to the readings? After what happened, I just assumed.

Dalish Elf: After the destruction of a holy place?

City Elf: No, the triumph of holy action. Isn't it grand?

Dalish Elf: No. No, it isn't.

—

After What Pride Had Wrought, did not do the rituals:

City Elf: You're welcome, you know. You've always been welcome.

Dalish Elf: It's a lot to think about. So much has happened.

City Elf: Glorious things. In Her name. Like the temple, the more we find, the more She triumphs.

Dalish Elf: Perhaps. Perhaps the old ways are not what we thought.

—

City Elf: Your Worship.

Dalish Elf: Your Worship.

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Skyhold Ambient Dialogue

Cullen's Runner

Skyhold Masterpost

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Cassandra:

Runner: A list from Lady Cassandra, Commander. Cullen: (Sighs.) What is it this time? Runner: I don't know. She sealed it in an envelope and glared. I didn't dare open it.

Runner: Commander Cullen said no, my lady. Cassandra: Perhaps you should tell him to try harder. Runner: Err… or you could tell him?

Runner: Lady Cassandra would like to speak with you, Commander. Cullen: Does this have anything to do with her watching the drills this morning? Runner: It might? Cullen: I thought Varric was exaggerating.

Runner: Commander Cullen says you're welcome to take part in the drills. My lady. Cassandra: Was he being sarcastic? Runner: I… couldn't say, my lady.

After Cullen talks about quitting lyrium:

Runner: Lady Cassandra asked me to check on you, Commander. Cullen: Tell her I'm fine. Also tell her that, when I said to stop checking on me, I didn't mean send others. Runner: You… really want me to say that? Cullen: Don't bother. She wouldn't listen.

Cassandra: How did he seem? Was he unsteady? Runner: Not that I saw, my lady. He was a bit short-tempered. Cassandra: That's because I'm annoying him. Carry on.

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Cole:

Runner: I believe this is yours, Commander. It's addressed to you. Cullen: Who is it from?

Cole made more human: Runner: That boy… Runner: All it says is, "Uldred marked you, but didn't make you. You stayed you." Cullen: Of course it does.

Cole made more spirit: Runner: I don't… it was in my hand. Runner: All it says is, "Uldred marked you, but didn't make you. You stayed you." Cullen: (Sighs.) I know who it's from. Thank you.

Cullen: "They didn't hang you there. You can walk away." Runner: That's all it says, ser. There are several more, but… similar in tone. Shall I leave them for you? Cullen: (Sighs.) Fine.

In a romance with the PC: Cullen: What does he want now? Runner: It says, "The center never changed, kept safe like a coin in your pocket." Cullen: I—I see. Thank you.

Runner: For who, ser?

Cole made more human: Cullen: Cole. Actually, I will speak to him. I don't know why I'm bothering.

Cole made more spirit: Cullen: Cole. He… never mind. I don't know why I'm bothering. Take it to the stairs near the tavern and… wave it around or something. Someone will figure it out. Runner: Yes, ser.

Runner: Perhaps you should explain this to him. Cole: It made him sad. He listened to the memory and not the words.

Runner: Cole? Cole: Yes. Runner: The commander says to stop sending messages that don't make sense. Cole: How do I know they don't make sense if I don't send them?

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Iron Bull:

Cullen: Bull used every shield in the armory for this? Runner: He said it was a training exercise. Should I tell him not to do it again? Cullen: No. Have him tell me next time. I want to see if that would work.

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Sera:

Cullen: I know Sera was in here, and when I find out what she's done I will… do something back. Runner: Of course, ser.

Cullen: It's a "peace offering." Runner: Yes. Cullen: Sera used the words "peace offering." Runner: Yes, ser. Cullen: Someone's helping her.

Sera: Tell Cullen… (Laughs.) Runner: I'm… not sure I can do the message justice, miss.

Sera: You have a box? Send that. Runner: But… it's empty. Sera: Really? Are you sure? Runner: Uh… yes? Yes, it is? Sera: Well, piss. Send it anyway.

Runner: Anything today? Sera: You're still here? Fine. Runner: Please, miss. Sera: Just wait, I'm thinking.

—

Vivienne:

Runner: She insists it's not impossible, ser. Cullen: Right—and I'm the King of Ferelden.

Cullen: Tell Vivienne that even if this were a Circle, I would not be required to answer to her. Runner: I, um… Cullen: Oh, never mind. I'll handle it.

Vivienne: It's a reasonable request. Runner: He was adamant, Lady Vivienne. Vivienne: Of course he was. Posturing is expected. Return to the Commander—I'm certain he will be more receptive this time.

—

Josephine:

Cullen: Josephine wants to know what day I was born? Runner: That's what she said, ser. Cullen: I don't see why that… Runner: She said it was important, ser. Cullen: It's already passed.

Josephine: He spent his life in the Circle. Perhaps a tailored coat from Val Royeaux? He can't wear armor all the time. Runner: He will appreciate the gesture, Lady Ambassador. Josephine: That's a polite way of saying he wouldn't like it, isn't it?

Cullen: Tell Josephine they're fine—and I like them. She can stop asking. Runner: She will be pleased.

Josephine: He likes them? Truly? Runner: Very much, Lady Ambassador. Josephine: It's just butter and sugar. Fereldan taste is so… simple.

—

Leliana:

Cullen: He may have been transferred to another Circle. I know it isn't much to go on. Runner: I will let Sister Leliana know. Cullen: Wait. I may have a few more names.

Runner: Sister Leliana has no news of him. Cullen: I see. Thank you.

Leliana: Carroll? Runner: He hadn't seen him in years, but something reminded him… They served together some time ago. Leliana: I understand. Tell the commander I'll try.

Leliana: He didn't take one of my birds? Those were his words? Runner: He said he borrowed it—and that it wasn't the same thing.

—

Cullen: Your orders? Runner: Complete, Commander.

Runner: Holding, ser. Cullen: Of course.

Runner: Awaiting orders, ser. Cullen: A moment.

Cullen: Send word. Runner: At once, ser.

Cullen talked about his family: Cullen: To South Reach. Thank you. Runner: At once, ser.

Cullen talked about his family: Runner: It's from your sister. Cullen: Which one? Runner: I… um… Cullen: Never mind—I can guess. Thank you.

—

(This shares a plot trigger with an unused line of dialogue from a Dalish PC)

Runner: The one with the white feather on its breast. Cullen: Really? She's giving it to me? Runner: She said if it's yours, you won't have to "borrow" it.

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Skyhold Ambient Dialogue

Researcher Runner

Skyhold Masterpost

—

Helisma: Here is the request Harritt made.

Runner: Are there any special instructions?

Helisma: No, I would have stated as much.

Runner: Yes, of course. I'll be quick.

Helisma: Of course you will. You're a runner. You may depart in a moment.

Runner: Oh, good.

—

Helisma: Here is the request Harritt made.

Runner: Should I wait for his reply?

Helisma: That is at his discretion. I have nothing further to add.

Runner: Of—of course.

Helisma: You may depart in a moment.

—

Helisma: Here is the request Harritt made. Please have him note what specific need he's trying to meet.

Runner: Was there a problem with his message?

Helisma: There is no problem. I am merely confused as to its practicality.

Runner: Of course. Won't happen again.

Helisma: It isn't necessary to stop. I am merely confused.

—

Helisma: Here is the request Ser Morris made. Runner: Of course.

Helisma: Here is the request the leader of The Tradesmen made. Runner: Yes. I'll see to it.

Helisma: Here is the request Solas made. Runner: Very well.

Helisma: Here is the request Harritt made. Runner: I will see he gets it.

—

Harritt: The new assistant, see that she gets this.

Runner: Not the usual report, is it?

Harritt: Mind yourself! Just deliver it!

Runner: Yes, of course. Sorry.

—

Harritt: She said nothing? Of course.

Runner: Beg your pardon, was she meant to? She's… like that.

Harritt: The person she used to be might have. (Sighs.) A fool's errand.

Runner: Messere?

Harritt: Never mind. Let me get something together. You never know, right?

—

Harritt: This will take a moment. It's for the runner to Montsimmard.

Runner: Of course. Is it about her?

Harritt: You overstep, girl.

Runner: I know, it's just… sad.

Harritt: She's not who she was. There are people who need to accept that.

Runner: I'll see it there.

—

Harritt: Weather nice up there? Runner: Too busy to notice.

Harritt: Run a lot as a child? Runner: More than I wanted.

Harritt: This will only take a moment. Runner: Of course.

Harritt: Nice day for it. Runner: If you say so.

—

Runner: Your Worship. Runner: Your Worship. I serve. Runner: I'm sorry, I must keep moving. Runner: Apologies, Worship. Must dash.

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Skyhold Ambient Dialogue

Morrigan

Skyhold Masterpost

—

Elf Mage: You've heard?

Human Mage: Of she who stands behind the throne?

Elf Mage: And perhaps casts a shadow across it.

Human Mage: Nobility do not properly understand the word "witch."

—

Elf Mage: Who advised before her? Does anyone remember?

Human Mage: Why was it not the first enchanter? She wears the mantle properly.

Elf Mage: Is that what you call it? I heard that transition was vicious. Bloody.

Human Mage: Oh, not bloody. Think of the carpets.

—

Elf Mage: She looked through me. From the garden.

Human Mage: Count yourself fortunate. I'd not wish to be considered a rival and thereby worthy of attention.

Elf Mage: It was worse than staring down a templar.

Human Mage: A templar? Please. Picture their thoughts like a single stone rattling around in their helms.

Elf Mage: (Laughs.)

—

Human Mage: Where did she train? Her ways are strange.

Elf Mage: The witch? You don't know? She was mentored by Asha'bellanar.

Human Mage: How lovely. Now in a civilized language?

Elf Mage: Flemeth. The Witch of the Wilds.

Human Mage: In that dress? Hedge mage tales. Arcanist derangement.

—

Morrigan had Old God Kieran:

Elf Mage: That child… have you looked into his eyes?

Human Mage: Once. I will not do so again.

Elf Mage: What is it? Why is it so unnerving?

Human Mage: Perhaps the immediate gaze of his mother boring a hole through the back of your head.

Elf Mage: With the promise of a staff to follow.

—

Morrigan had normal child Kieran:

Elf Mage: The boy is deceptively lovely.

Human Mage: He was schooled in the best of places.

Elf Mage: I hear his father is a Grey Warden. I didn't think that happened.

Human Mage: Wardens are fetishized by some. They do not want for comfort, although I doubt that soothes their corruption.

Elf Mage: Not that it's likely. That the union produced a child.

Human Mage: Life despite the Blight. I hope the minstrel does not sing of it.

—

Morrigan drank from the Well:

Elf Mage: There is a change in her. Those eyes are deep.

Human Mage: Yes, yes, deep as the wood where you run barefoot and filthy.

Elf Mage: You know what went on. The Sentinels. The ageless well. A dark promise.

Human Mage: We're fighting a Tevinter magister from the dawn of the Blight, and you worry about a damp witch?

Elf Mage: You are a frustrating man.

Human Mage: Quite.

—

The PC drank from the Well:

Elf Mage: I met her eyes again. The witch?

Morrigan had Old God Kieran: Human Mage: She has softened. She spared me a word that did not cause immediate shivers. Elf Mage: Not immediate, no. Human Mage: The promise was still there. Once a witch, they say. Elf Mage: No, they don't.

Morrigan did not have Kieran: Human Mage: That remains a decidedly bad idea. Elf Mage: She and the Inquisitor were not gone long. I wish I knew what it meant. Human Mage: No, I rather think you don't.

—

Morrigan had Old God Kieran, after going through the Eluvian:

Elf Mage: The boy has changed.

Human Mage: Without doubt.

Elf Mage: Is that good or bad?

Human Mage: It is change. It is both.

Elf Mage: You're not helping.

Human Mage: Goodness, I try not too.

—

Elf Mage: Inquisitor.

Human Mage: Your Worship.

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Skyhold Ambient Dialogue

The Chargers

Skyhold Masterpost

—

Less than two Charger missions complete:

Dwarf: We don't need those Chargers. We've soldiers enough without sellswords.

Elf: Look at their captain. What good could that bring?

Dwarf: Mercs are mercs, can't trust any of them. No cause but money.

Elf: I hope that's the case with a leader like that.

—

Less than two Charger missions complete:

Dwarf: I'm running drills, they're drinking. And paid better.

Elf: An insult to real soldiers. Is that what they want the faithful to see?

Dwarf: This wouldn't have happened under the arl. Pride in the job, that's what's missing.

Elf: The arl was an arse. I was with the bann.

Dwarf: It's like I don't know you.

—

More than two Charger missions complete:

Dwarf: We were set to lose how many? And the Chargers blew through and saved the lot.

Elf: I know! That wasn't a battle, it was a brawl.

Dwarf: Still wouldn't trust them with a coin, but I'll take their help over dying against a wall.

Elf: Don't let them hear you say it.

—

More than two Charger missions complete:

Elf: It was too fortified, we were ready to walk away, then up comes the Chargers saying it's taken care of.

Dwarf: Taken care of? So they killed them? Or they knew them?

Elf: That's not on my head. All I know is: job done.

Dwarf: Who do we owe, though? I'd rather keep it in-rank.

Elf: With what we're up against, I don't think we have a choice.

—

More than four Charger missions complete:

Dwarf: I learned the Charger chant.

Elf: That's not a chant, it's a limerick, and a damned dirty one.

Dwarf: Gets the bandits running, you have to give it that.

Elf: I'll give them more than that, with how useful they've been.

Dwarf: Should just make them a battalion. Give them a flag.

Elf: I'd fly it. Owe them a life or two by now.

—

More than four Charger missions complete:

Elf: You practice that Charger roll?

Dwarf: The Rivaini one? Solid tactic. Swapped back some shield tactics I picked up down south.

Elf: Over flagons, I heard.

Dwarf: We sang old war songs until dawn. Maybe just me. I can't remember.

Elf: Trading songs. That's a new one.

Dwarf: Every soldier's got one.

—

Chargers sacrificed, more than four Charger missions complete:

Elf: You're taking it into the next fight?

Dwarf: I'm taking it to every fight.

Elf: It wasn't their flag. I think it was a tablecloth.

Dwarf: I don't care. They deserved better, and I'll give it to them.

Elf: Singing the Charger chant?

Dwarf: If I can choke it out. They were soldiers.

—

Chargers sacrificed, less than four Charger missions complete:

Elf: They lost the lot of them? For the cause, right?

Dwarf: No, I heard they didn't know. The Chargers were just in the way.

Elf: I had no use for them. Looks like I wasn't alone.

Dwarf: You don't pay mercs to fight, you pay them to be gone after.

Elf: Or you make sure of it. That's why I'm not in command, so I don't have to deal with that shit.

Dwarf: Right. That's why.

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Dwarf: Inquisitor!

Elf: Inquisitor!