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INDEX

MEETING DORIAN (MAGE VERSION)
IN HUSHED WHISPERS
BACKGROUND
LAST RESORT OF GOOD MEN
ROMANCE
TRESPASSER

NOTES:

He crouches. A lot. 3+ times while he's talking/explaining anything.

AMBIENT

Upon reading Superstitions:
Dorian: What fine reading material.
Dorian: There are more books on magic—and how to contain it.
Dorian: And every single one is filled with superstitious nonsense.

Swords & Shields cutscene:
Dorian: That's just her favorite.
Cassandra: Nobody asked you. Tevinter.
Dorian: I couldn't finish the last one you lent me. I actually feel dumber for having tried.

Dorian: The first time I entered the Fade it looked like a lovely castle filled with gold and silks. I met a marvelous desire demon, as I recall. We chatted and ate grapes before he attempted to posses me.
Vivienne: Hmmph.
Dorian: Yes, I hear your 'Harrowings' are slightly more strenuous.
Dorian: Perhaps the difference is we are here physically. This is no one’s dream.

Dorian: My visits to the Fade are normally more pleasant. I don’t usually wake up feeling the need to bathe. Usually. Sometimes. Well, never mind that.

Nightmare: Perhaps I should be afraid; facing the most powerful members of the Inquisition. *Chuckles* Greetings, Dorian. It is, Dorian, isn’t it? For a moment I mistook you for your father.
Dorian: Rather uncalled for.

Dorian: Fasta vas, but that’s a big one!
Dorian: More fellow countrymen. We should say hello.
Dorian: It will be wonderful to rid the world of these cretins.
Dorian: More light. How cheery.
Dorian: This should stop the ash wraiths from returning. Hopefully.
Dorian: Reminds me of the public baths in Minrathous, but colder.
Dorian: Rather grisly.
Dorian: Everyone still breathing? Lovely.
Dorian: You all right, amatus? Good, then so am I.
Dorian: Delightful. The next best thing to sending the high dragon flowers, I suppose.
Dorian: Why do these people always keep journals? I haven’t kept a journal since I was a little boy.
Dorian: Every one of these madmen we kill is one less who gets to return home. Warms my bitter little heart.

Cole: Breath painful, stabbing, and then real stabbing. Lungs full, frothing, scent of apples as it all goes black.
Dorian: “Death by Apple Pie,” a lovely poem by our dear friend Cole.

Slave: Please don’t!
Dorian: He’s shaking like a leaf! Go look for one of our camps. I’m certain the Inquisition will take you in.
Slave: They will? I’ll go. Thank you.

Dorian: Ah, sulfur. It was always a good day in the Vyrantium Circle when the sulfur came out.

MEETING DORIAN

Dorian: Good! You're finally here! Now help me close this thing, would you?
Dorian: Fascinating. How does that work, exactly?
Dorian: You don't even know, do you? You just wiggle your fingers and boom! Rift closes.
Inquisitor: Who are you?
Dorian: Ah. Getting ahead of myself again, I see.
Dorian: Dorian of House Pavus, most recently of Minrathous. How do you do?

Cassandra: Another Tevinter. Be cautious with this one.
Bull: Watch yourself. The pretty ones are always the worst.
Dorian: Suspicious friends you have here.

Vivienne: Let one Tevinter in, suddenly they're scurrying out of all the walls like roaches.
Dorian: Now, now, I'm ever so more handsome than a cockroach.

Dorian: Magister Alexius was once my mentor, so my assistance should be valuable—as I'm sure you can imagine.

[Where's Felix?] I was expecting Felix to be here.
Dorian: I'm sure he's on his way. He was to give you the note, then meet us here after ditching his father.
[Is something wrong with Felix?] Alexius couldn't jump to his side fast enough when he pretended to be faint. Is something wrong with him?
Dorian: He's had some lingering illness for months. Felix is an only child, and Alexius is being a mother hen, most likely.
[You're a magister?] Are you a magister?
Dorian: All right. Let’s say this once. I’m a mage from Tevinter, but not a member of the Magisterium. I know southerners use the terms interchangeably, but that only makes you sound like barbarians.

[Why help us?] You're betraying your mentor because...?
Dorian: Alexius was my mentor. Meaning he's not any longer, not for some time.

[Quit grandstanding.] Stop talking like you're waiting for applause. Just tell me what's going on.
Dorian: What? There's no applause? Fine.

[Did you send the note?]?
Dorian: ?

Dorian: Look, you must know there's danger. That should be obvious even without the note.
Dorian: Let's start with Alexius claiming the allegiance of the mage rebels out from under you. As if by magic, yes? Which is exactly right. To reach Redcliffe before the Inquisition, Alexius distorted time itself.

[That sounds bad.] ?
Dorian: ?

[To get here before me?] He arranged it so he could arrive here just after the Divine died?
Dorian: You catch on quick.

[That's ridiculous.] ?
Dorian: ?

Solas: That is fascinating, if true... and almost certainly dangerous.
Vivienne: Manipulating time itself? Many have attempted over the ages, but never once succeeded.
Dorian: The rift you closed here? You saw how it twisted time around itself, sped up some things and slowed down others. Soon there will be more like it, and they'll appear further and further away from Redcliffe. The magic Alexius used is wildly unstable, and it's unraveling the world.

[This is a lot to swallow.] You're asking me to take a lot on faith.
[Do you have evidence?] I'd like more proof that "Magical time control! Go with it."
[I don't trust you.] ?
Dorian: I know what I'm talking about. I helped develop this magic.

Dorian: When I was still his apprentice, it was pure theory. Alexius could never get it to work. What I don't understand is why he's doing it? Ripping time to shreds just to gain a few hundred lackeys?
Felix: He didn't do it for them.
Dorian: Took you long enough. Is he getting suspicious?
Felix: No, but I shouldn't have played the illness card. I thought he'd be fussing over me all day.
Felix: My father's joined a cult. Tevinter supremacists. They call themselves "Venatori." And I can tell you one thing: whatever he's done for them, he's done it to get to you.

[Why are you telling me this?] Alexius is your father. Why are you working against him?
Felix: For the same reason Dorian works against him. I love my father, and I love my country. But this? Cults? Time magic? What he's doing now is madness. For his own sake, you have to stop him.
Dorian: It would also be nice if he didn't rip a hole in time. There's already a hole in the sky.

[Why does he want me?] Why would he rearrange time and indenture the mage rebellion just to get to me?
Felix: They're obsessed with you, but I don't know why. Perhaps because you survived the Temple of Sacred Ashes?
Dorian: You can close the rifts. Maybe there's a connection? Or they see you as a threat?
Felix: If the Venatori are behind those rifts, or the breach in the sky, they're even worse than I thought.

[How do we stop him?] ?
Dorian: ?

[I'm flattered.] All this for me? And here I didn't get Alexius anything.
Dorian: Send him a fruit basket. Everyone loves those.

[He doesn't scare me.] ?
Dorian: ?

Dorian: You know you're his target. Expecting the trap is the first step in turning it to your advantage. I can't stay in Redcliffe. Alexius doesn't know I'm here, and I want to keep it that way for now. But whenever you're ready to deal with him, I want to be there. I'll be in touch.
Dorian: Oh, and Felix? Try not to get yourself killed.
Felix: There are worse things than dying, Dorian.

IN HUSHED WHISPERS

Dorian: Fortunately, you'll have help.
Dorian: Your spies will never get past Alexius's magic without my help. So if you're going after him, I'm coming along.

Alexius: It belongs to your betters. You wouldn't even begin to understand its purpose.
Felix: Father, listen to yourself! Do you know what you sound like?
Dorian: He sounds exactly like the sort of villainous cliche everyone expects us to be.
Alexius: Dorian. I gave you a chance to be a part of this. You turned me down. The Elder One has power you could not believe. He will raise the Imperium from its own ashes.

[Who is the Elder One?] ?

[What kind of power?] ?

[You're a fanatic.] Blah, blah. "My cult is better than yours." I've heard it a thousand times.
Dorian: Well, you know, it's a chance for the Imperium to really one-up that whole "starting the Blight" thing.

Dorian: Alexius, this is exactly what you and I talked about never wanting to happen! Why would you support this?

Alexius: You... are a mistake! You never should have existed!
Dorian: No!

Dorian: Displacement? Interesting!
Dorian: It's probably not what Alexius intended. The Rift must have moved us... to what? The closest confluence of arcane energy?
Inquisitor: The last thing I remember, we were in the castle hall.
Dorian: Let's see. If we're still in the castle, it isn't... Oh! Of course! It's not simply where—it's when! Alexius used the amulet as a focus. It moved us through time!

[Is that even possible?] Moved us through time? Can that even be done?
Dorian: Normally I would say no. Obviously Alexius has taken his research to exciting new heights.
Dorian: We've seen his temporal rifts before. This time we simply... passed through one.

[Then we go back.]

[What? How far?] Did we go forward in time or back, and how far?
Dorian: Those are excellent questions. We'll have to find out, won't we?

[That doesn't sound good.]

Dorian: Let's look around, see where the rift took us. Then we can figure out how to get back... if we can.

[And what was supposed to happen?] What was Alexius trying to do?
Dorian: I believe his original plan was to remove you from time completely. If that happened, you would never have been at the Temple of Sacred Ashes or mangled the Elder One's plan.
Dorian: I think your surprise in the castle hall made him reckless. He tossed us into the rift before he was ready. I countered it, the magic went wild, and here we are. Make sense?
[Not really.] It just seems so insane.
Dorian: I won't even want to think about what this will do to the fabric of the world. We didn't "travel" through time so much as punch a hole through it and toss it in the privy.
Dorian: But don't worry. I'm here. I'll protect you.

[What about the others?] There were others in the hall. Could they have been drawn through the rift?
Dorian: I doubt it was large enough to bring the whole room through. Alexius wouldn't risk catching himself or Felix in it. They're probably still where, and when, we left them. In some sense, anyway.

[Do you know this "Elder One?"] Alexius mentioned an "Elder One" in the hall. Do you know who he was talking about?
Dorian: Leader of the Venatori, I suspect. Some magister aspiring to godhood. It's the same old tune. "Let's play with magic we don't understand. It will make us incredibly powerful!" Evidently, it doesn't matter if you rip apart the fabric of time in the process.

[What if we can't get back?] ?

[I hope you have a plan.] You have a plan to get us back, I hope.
Dorian: I have some thoughts on that. They're lovely thoughts, like little jewels.

[Let's get moving.] ?

Dorian: Alexius has made a dreadful mess of this place, hasn't he?
Inquisitor: I didn't see this part of the castle.
Dorian: It was covered in the tackiest carvings of wolves and dogs I'd ever seen. This is not an improvement.

Dorian: If red lyrium is an infection… Maker, why is it coming out of the walls?
Inquisitor: Are you sure you want to find out?

Sera: No, no, no! You can't be here! You're dead, and they don't come back!
[It's all right, Sera.] ?
[Then I'm here to haunt you.] Right, I'm a spirit. I came back just to haunt you.
[Pull yourself together.] ?
Sera: Why? I didn't do piss to you!
Dorian: Oh for the love of—No one's dead! Alexius used time magic!

Iron Bull: You're not dead? You're supposed to be dead. There was a burn on the ground and everything.
Dorian: Alexius didn't kill us. His spell sent us through time. This is our future.
Iron Bull: Well, it's my present. And in my past, I definitely saw you both die.
[You don't look well.]?
[But I'm clearly alive.] Well, I'm not more dead than you.
[So, you coming with us?]
Iron Bull: (Grunts.) Now "dead" and "not dead" are up for debate. That's wonderful.
Dorian: This conversation has taken a turn for the moronic. Just come with us. We're going to fight Alexius.
Iron Bull: Why? You want to see what other tricks he's learned?
Dorian: If we find him, we might be able to get back to our own time and stop all this before it happens. Exciting, yes?
Iron Bull: Kill Alexius. Sounds good. Let's go.

Dorian: Can you tell us the date? It's very important.
Fiona: Harvestmere... 9:42 Dragon.
Dorian: Nine forty-two? Then we've missed an entire year.

Dorian: Our only hope is to find the amulet that Alexius used to send us here. If it still exists, I can use it to reopen the rift at the exact spot we left. Maybe.
Fiona: Good.
Dorian: I said maybe. It might also turn us into paste.

Dorian: If red lyrium is an infection... Maker, why is it coming out of the walls?
Inquisitor: Are you sure you want to find out?

Dorian: You... aren't curious how we got here?
Leliana: No.
Dorian: Alexius sent us into the future. This. His victory, his Elder One— it was never meant to be.

god i'm so tired

Dorian: What happened while we were away?
Leliana: Stop talking.
Dorian: I’m just asking for information.
Leliana: No, you’re talking to fill silence. Nothing happened that you want to hear.

Dorian: We need to find Alexius. I’m sure he’ll be in the nicer part of the castle. If there is one.
Dorian: This is madness. Alexius can’t have wanted this.

Inquisitor: The Breach! It’s–
Dorian: Everywhere.
Varric: Used to be it was only dwarves that were afraid of the sky. Now it’s just good sense.

Dorian: What became of Felix? Do you know?
Lelina: Yes, I know.
Dorian: And you’re not going to tell me?
Leliana: You’ll find out soon enough.

Dorian: Maker’s breath, where did Alexius find this? How did he even move it here?
Inquisitor: Can we open it?
Dorian: Perhaps, but it looks quite strong. How desperate and paranoid must he be? Servants must have a way through. He has to eat. Let’s look around.

Dorian: What in Andraste’s name is that? Hold onto it! I want to look at it later.
Dorian: Are they praying? Lets try to take them by surprise.

Dorian: How much damage did Alexius’ spell do?
Leliana: Rifts tore apart all of southern Thedas starting here. But whether that’s his doing or the breach, who can say.

Dorian: They haven’t noticed us yet. Good opportunity to look for higher ground.
Dorian: Sorry for interrupting your dinner.

Inquisitor: What happened here?
Dorian: Somebody had very questionable taste.

Dorian: I could really go for some light reading.

ROMANCE

Dorian: I do love how you're always on the go. It's tiring to watch you.

[We should talk.] I need to talk to you.
Dorian: You could at least bring me wine. Loosens the tongue, so to speak.

Inquisitor: Let's do something interesting.
Dorian: More interesting than wandering the countryside killing random strangers? Perish the thought.
Dorian: It'll have to be brandy, won't it? A little early, but that's never stopped me before.

Dorian: Come, we'll watch your soldiers bash each other with sticks while I critique their uniforms.
Inquisitor: What's wrong with their uniforms?
Dorian: Getting ahead of yourself, aren't you? I have a list. Let me find it...

Dorian: But we could find Cassandra and pretend we're talking about her. It would drive her mad.
Dorian: But if you insist, a game of Wicked Grace will have to do. Time to take all your coin.
Dorian: Sad we aren't in Minrathous. I could show you a hundred different ways to shame your ancestors, but we'll make do.
Dorian: Come. We'll wander the grounds, and I'll bore you with ribald tales of Tevinter intrigue.
Dorian: This castle of yours isn't exactly filled with diversions... but we can figure something out.

Dorian: I could watch you roam Skyhold all day. Here and there you run, checking in on your followers. Why don't they come to you, feed you grapes, rub your shoulders? I suppose it's more fun this way. For me, I mean. You're rather strapping.
Inquisitor: I've noticed you're rather strapping, yourself.
Dorian: Of course you have. That only takes eyes.
Inquisitor: Luckily, I have those.
Dorian: You do! A rather fetching pair.

Dorian: Brilliant, isn’t it? One moment you’re trying to restore order in a world gone mad. That should be enough for anyone to handle, yes? Then, out of nowhere, an Archdemon appears and kicks you in the head. “What? You thought this would be easy?” “No, I was just hoping you wouldn’t crush our village like an anthill.” “Sorry about that! Archdemons like to crush, you know. Can’t be helped.” Am I speaking too quickly for you?

[We’re all frightened.] The attack was unexpected. We’re all rattled.
Dorian: I’m not rattled. I’m the hero of this tale.
Inquisitor: Then why isn’t Corypheus after you?
Dorian: Hmm. Good point. Does that make me a lackey? That’s dangerous work…

[Not at all.] You don’t need to worry about me. I can keep up.
Dorian: Yes, I noticed that.
Inquisitor: Did you, now?
Dorian: Certainly. If you were a slack-jawed yokel, you’d already be dead.

[You’re boring me.] I was waiting for you to say something worth listening to.
Dorian: If I did that, we’d be here all day.
There are things worse than silence.
Dorian: You’ve clearly never been to the Magisterium’s archive. That silence will eat you alive.

[I was enjoying the show.] I was distracted, that’s all.
Dorian: Distracted? By my wit and charm? I have plenty of both.

[You’re very confident.] How interesting to find someone so aware of his strengths.
Dorian: I’m a man of many talents. What can I say?

[Perhaps.] Today, at least.
Dorian: Oh! You wound me.

[Are you so sure?] I’ll be the judge of that.
Dorian: I am here on approval. I’ll do my best to be brilliant under scrutiny.

Dorian: I suppose a proper introduction is called for, now that we’re not running for our lives. Dorian of House Pavus, most recently of the Tevinter Imperium. I was at Redcliffe when the Venatori assumed command of your southern mages. I only wish I could have given more warning.

[You’re a magister?] Then you’re a magister.
Dorian: I know it’s all the same to southerners, but no… I’m not. All members of the Magisterium—and thus all magisters—are mages, but not all mages are part of the Magisterium. Not to imply I’m just any mage, of course, but let’s not start with incorrect assumptions.

[Tell me about these Venatori.] You mentioned these Venatori when you arrived. They’re a cult?
Dorian: The Venatori are fools, so desperate to restore the Imperium’s “glory days,” they’d sacrifice our nation’s soul. They made an offer to your mage rebels to join forces, but I’d bet they didn’t leave the outcome to chance. The result is the army you saw at Haven. This “Elder One” has more magic than you can shake a stick at.

[I’m grateful for your support.] I appreciate what you tried to do at Haven.
Dorian: For all the good it did. I had an image in my head of rushing in, saving the day.

Inquisitor: Why try to warn us at all? Aren’t these “Venatori” your countrymen?
Dorian: Only technically. The Imperium they serve no longer exists.

[Why are you still here?] So you warned us. What are you still doing here?
Dorian: The danger’s not exactly done yet, is it?

[What you did was brave.] What you did for us at Haven was very brave.
Dorian: It was, wasn’t it? Throwing in my lot with the underdogs, that’s me.

Dorian: I always assumed the “Elder One” behind the Venatori was a magister, but this… is something else completely. In Tevinter, they say the Chantry’s tales of magisters starting the Blight are just that: tales. But here we are. One of those very magisters. A darkspawn.
Inquisitor: Who does the Imperium say started the Blight?

Dorian: You know how it is. “Not us.” They say darkspawn were always there; magisters and the Blight aren’t even related. Is that a surprise? No one wants to admit they shit the bed. But if Corypheus is one of the magisters who entered the Black City and he’s darkspawn… what other explanation is there?

[You seem upset.] Why does that make you angry?
Dorian: Because the Imperium is my home.

[He could be lying.] We only know what Corypheus claims to be.
Dorian: True. He might be a convincing liar. Or delusional. Or insane. But how many delusional maniacs are going to have that knowledge? He broke open the Fade.

[You were deceived.] Clearly the Imperium has no idea.
Dorian: The Imperium is a land of lies built upon secrets built upon falsehoods. I knew what I was taught couldn’t be the whole truth, but I assumed there had to be a kernel of it. Somewhere. But no. It was us all along. We destroyed the world.

[You’re not responsible.] You didn’t do anything. Those men did. A thousand years ago.
Dorian: True, except that one of them is up and walking around right now. Not to mention I have idiot countrymen who would happily follow him down that path again.

[It’s not destroyed yet.] Last I checked, the Blights hadn’t actually destroyed the world.
Dorian: Not for lack of trying. If they were more clever, they’d have unleashed something that would really do the job. (Laughs.)

[Why whine about it?] So you’ll just stand here and whine about it, then?
Dorian: I could head south, try to stop the Venatori myself. Spread a warning when they march.
Dorian: I know! Maybe I’ll personally go south and stop Alexius before his plan succeeds!
Dorian: Wait. I already did that.

Dorian: I have no intention of letting Corypheus win. Not without someone from Tevinter standing against him.
Dorian: It would have been nice if you’d helped stop Alexius, but that’s not how things went. So be it.
Dorian: If it’s all the same to you, I’d like to stay and help the Inquisition.

[You’d fight your own people?] You’d really fight your own countrymen?
Dorian: Southerners like to think of the Imperium as nothing but slavers and cultists. Why not? That’s all you see. But it’s not true. Some Tevinters are not only handsome and well-dressed but, rather put off by all that rot. So, I’ll happily kill cultists, or anyone who thinks a darkspawn god is the way of the future.

[You could be a spy.] What if this is a ruse? The Venatori could have captured you, sent you here…
Dorian: Rather elaborate, considering they’d need to have assumed you’d escape Haven. But I am the ideal spy: charming, clever, perfect teeth and hair. It all fits. How about this: let me help and you can hang me later, if you wish. I look good in rope.

[You need to go.] No. I can’t allow you to join us.
Dorian: Ah. I suppose it was too much to hope for. Have it your way, friend. Good luck in your… inquisiting and such.

[You’re welcome here.] We can use all the help we can get.
Dorian: No one will thank me, whatever happens. No one will thank you, either. You know that, yes?

[Nobody knows that.] We don’t know what will happen. Nobody does.
Dorian: An optimist! Such a rare breed. I’ve stumbled upon a unicorn!

[No one likes a pessimist.] That attitude must be why they kicked you out of the Imperium.
Dorian: (Laughs.) They didn’t kick me out! Well, only because they never got around to it. Eventually they might have.

[I don’t need their thanks.] That’s not why I’m doing this.
Dorian: I knew there was something clever about you.

Dorian: All I know is this: Corypheus needs to be stopped. Men like him ruined my homeland. I won’t stand by and let him ruin the world. Oh. And congratulations on that whole leading-the-Inquisition thing, by the way.

BACKGROUND

Dorian: Probably why they came up with so many ridiculous tales. Flying cows over Minrathous! Madness.
Dorian: All right, that one's actually true, but the cows didn't have wings.

Dorian: I do wonder what this support of yours will do, for mages everywhere. You’ve given southern mages license to… to be like mages back home.

Inquisitor: I don’t believe that!

Dorian: It’s true. The conditions are different; southern mages aren’t used to ruling. Thing is, the Imperium was just like the south. Templars, proper circles, all that rot. Then it changed, by inches. Not that this is reason to oppress us! Still, my homeland should be considered a cautionary tale, not an inspiration.

(etc etc)

Inquisitor: And how often is blood magic done?

Dorian: Oh not at all! That’s what any magister would tell you, and be convincingly offended by the notion too. Of course, what you consider blood magic here, and what we consider it, are two different things.

Inquisitor: What’s considered actual blood magic in Tevinter?

Dorian: Blood magic isn’t inherently dangerous. Using your own blood or the blood of a willing participant, what’s the harm? The problem is, what’s permitted only gives you so much power. What if you need more? You always need more… That’s where we get into sacrifices and demon summoning. None of that is done! Not officially. Behind closed doors, it’s another story. REAL blood magic can give you an edge. A leg up against your opponents. It’s safe to assume that any mage of rank does it. The rest are shut out of power, to put it bluntly.

Inquisitor: I imagine the Templars would object!

Dorian: I’m sure they would... long ago. Once, their investigations might have been sincere. And then (???) were cut off, too inconvenient. Nowadays only the friendless are accused. Most of them, probably innocent.

Inquisitor: There must be some mages who oppose this.

Dorian: Of course! I do, and I’m not entirely alone. Occasionally there will be a magister who makes noise, and then the reform talk begins. All very patronizing. Meanwhile that magister will be quietly shunned. Chances are, surprisingly, it will turn out that he was a malificar all along… most learn to keep quiet.

[Tell me about your past.] It occurs to me that I barely know anything about you.
Dorian: Beyond my being a mage from Tevinter, you mean?
Beyond that, yes.
Dorian: And beyond my being so charming and well-dressed? Which is obvious to anyone.

[If you say so.] You certainly think highly of yourself.
Dorian: It’s true. I could be more modest, but I’d be lying.

[I hadn’t noticed.] Some more than others.
Dorian: Some people have superior taste.

[Don’t push your luck.] (Sighs.) Let’s move on, shall we?

[It’s obvious to me.] I’m well aware of your finer qualities, believe me.
Dorian: Of course I believe you. The moment I saw you, I thought, “There’s a man who knows quality.”
Dorian: Of course you are. You’re a discerning and intelligent woman, after all.

Dorian: Now… what was I talking about? Ah, yes. Me. I am the scion of House Pavus, a product of generations of careful breeding, and the repository of its hopes and dreams. Naturally, I despised it all: the lies, the scheming, the illusions of supremacy. That’s Tevinter in a nutshell, isn’t it? Needless to say, my family was not happy with my choices.

[“Careful breeding”?] What did you mean by “generations of careful breeding”?
Dorian: The great families of Tevinter don’t have children. They refine traits, weed out the undesirable, and promote the rest. My mother was chosen for my father because magic runs strongly in her blood. Never mind that they loathed each other. They wanted a son who could become Archon, to make House Pavus the envy of the Imperium. They got me: a cautionary tale that you should be careful what you wish for.

[Your family is angry with you?] Why would your family be upset with your choices?
Dorian: Because I rejected their idyllic plan. If they had their way, by now I’d be married to some unlucky girl from a powerful family. We’d live in luxurious despair, despising each other as I waited to take my father’s place in the Magisterium. I declined the honor, and thus it’s best I’m far from home. Less of an embarrassment that way, you see.

[You don’t like Tevinter?] I’m getting the impression that you don’t care much for your homeland.
Dorian: On the contrary, I care for my homeland a great deal. There’s so much potential. Sadly, we squander it. We refuse to acknowledge how far we’ve fallen because pretending is easier. We pretend the Qunari can be beaten. We pretend that we’re superior to everyone, even our own people. Not everyone feels that way. I don’t. Sadly, we’re the minority.
Inquisitor: It just seems… so much of what you say about the Imperium is entirely negative.
Dorian: It might sound that way. For all our faults, my people have many virtues. We are laden with history and culture—Tevinter is where Thedas truly began, remember. We treasure our past and preserve it. You can walk down a side street and find nothing built during the modern ages. And, despite appearances, we care. Deeply. About everything. We have no reserve, not in war and not in love. If I truly believed my homeland was beyond all hope, I wouldn’t miss it so much.

[Why not go back?] Why remain with the Inquisition? Why not go back to Tevinter?
Dorian: (Chuckles.) I’m not exactly welcome back home. Not that it matters. I’m quite accustomed to being a pariah. It adds to my charm. I can do more for Tevinter here. If the Venatori succeed, it’ll set my homeland back a thousand years. I’m sure some magisters would disagree… but that’s why we kill them.

[That’s enough for now.] I think I’ve heard enough.
Dorian: That’s too bad. I never tire of talking about myself.

Dorian: So… I assume you’re Tal-Vashoth or something like.
Inquisitor: Why would you assume that?
Dorian: If you weren’t, you would have split my skull open at our first meeting before I said a word. Centuries of warfare with the Qunari do lead to this state of affairs.

[You’ve met Qunari?] You’ve encountered Qunari before?
Dorian: Qunari raids are rather old hat for anyone from the eastern Imperium. Although the attacks aren’t quite the rampaging wars of ages past. Now we’re like two angry dowagers who only remember to spit at each other when they pass on the street.

[What about in person?] Did you meet any Qunari personally?
Dorian: None who weren’t rushing towards me with a sword. I was too busy running in the other direction to say hello. I’ve met some Tal-Vashoth in my time, however. Mercenaries, and a few merchants. They’re not the same as Qunari. Might easily be a different people altogether.

[You got along?] No one in Tevinter has issues with Tal-Vashoth?
Dorian: I didn’t say that. Prejudices are deeply rooted back home, but I have more sympathy than most. I also have an appreciation for an entire people who are so… muscular. A personal failing, some would say.

[Glad someone knows that.] If only other people knew that.
Dorian: It’s a southerner thing. Most of them don’t even know what a Qunari looks like. Forgive their ignorance, O mighty one. They shall learn proper fear in time.

[We’re not that different.] Qunari and Tal-Vashoth aren’t so very different.
Dorian: I suppose you are both so very… large.

[I’ve no issue if you don’t.] If you’ve no problem with me, I’ve no problem with you.
Dorian: A philosophy I’ve learned to live by.
Inquisitor: No issue with my being Inquisitor, then?
Dorian: None that specifically involve you being so very, very large, no.
Inquisitor: Good.

[Tevinters aren’t popular.] Lots of people want to kill Tevinters. Not just Qunari.
Dorian: True. Generating goodwill hasn’t exactly been a Tevinter strength through the ages. A similarity of my people to yours, in fact.
Inquisitor: You’d think it would bring us closer together.
Dorian: Instead we’re like two cats in a sack. Sad, really.

[I considered killing you.] I thought about splitting your skull open.
Dorian: Oh?
Inquisitor: Haven’t decided yet.
Dorian: I’ll thank my lucky stars, then.

Dorian: A little bird told me you were part of the Carta, Inquisitor.
Inquisitor: A little bird?
Dorian: Well, a big bird. A big, indiscreet bird. Who was drunk at the time.

[You heard correctly.] What you heard was true. I was once part of the Carta.
Dorian: Not any longer? Too bad. They’re an excellent source of cheap contraband.

[We all have idiosyncrasies.] We all have our little quirks.
Dorian: Quirks? What a delightful word. That’s one way to put it.

[Is that a problem?] Is that an issue for you?
Dorian: An issue? Whyever would it be an issue for me? Back home, you see dwarves everywhere… and not just from the Ambassadoria. Rather odd how, in the South, everyone thinks of dwarves as merchants. Limited view, in my opinion. Maybe you’ll change that? In the future, one will hear “dwarf” and think “messiah.” Down with stereotypes!

Dorian: So I take it you’re… Dalish? Is that the correct word here?

[It is, yes.] Yes, that’s right.
[It’s correct everywhere.] “Dalish” is the correct word everywhere.
[As opposed to “slave”?] You’re more accustomed to “slave,” I take it?

Dorian: We… don’t have Dalish clans coming northward… for obvious reasons. So I’ve never met one of your people before, although I’ve heard about them. A little. I hope this won’t be an issue between us. I am here to help you deal with the Venatori, after all.

[I appreciate your help.] And I appreciate your help, Dorian.
Dorian: Excellent. Mutual appreciation is a grand way to begin.

[No need to dredge up the past.] There’s no need for us to dredge up the past, is there?
Dorian: No need whatsoever.

[Don’t give me cause.] Don’t give me cause to make it an issue.
Dorian: As you wish.
Dorian: More than it’s already been, what with ancient magisters running about? Not at all.

Dorian: It occurs to me that you’re a mage.
Inquisitor: That just occurred to you?
Dorian: I meant… you must have been part of the Circle of Magi. In the South. Meaning you were locked away like a criminal, at least until you rebelled. It’s such a bizarre notion, to me.

[There are worse things.] There are worse things than being kept in the Circles.
Dorian: Death, starvation, being hunted by rabid mobs? Yes, I can imagine. Some would say Tevinter is hardly better, depending on which mage you ask. Still, it’s so utterly foreign.

[I quite agree.] It’s bizarre to me as well.
Dorian: I believe this is a moment where we stand in mutual recognition of mankind’s folly.

[Hence the rebellion.] Why do you think we rebelled?
Dorian: A lack of civilized entertainment, clearly. I’ve been to your southern taverns. It’s more surprising that everyone would take the idea of a mage Inquisitor so… calmly. Or maybe it’s not calm? Maybe the Antivan Crows are swimming in gold from all the contracts on your life. Good luck with that, by the way. Grand fun, being the one in charge.

Dorian: Did you know we’re actually related, Inquisitor?
Inquisitor: Related?
Dorian: Oh, not first cousins or anything like that. Can you imagine? You’re a Trevelyan, however, and somewhere in the dank nethers of my family tree, there was also a Trevelyan. Perhaps he was even the one who ventured to Ostwick to establish the branch? We are talking long ago, of course.

[How do you even know that?] You know that off the top of your head?
Dorian: Not the top. Maybe the lower middle or thereabouts. Bloodlines are serious business in Tevinter. You’re taught lessons and tested… by strict nannies. I heard your family mentioned, and I had to go through all the old mnemonics. But yes—there it is. I knew there was a reason we looked so much alike.

[Nice to know.] Learn something new every day.
Dorian: Nice, isn’t it? Like being at a quality library, provided you’re not the one stocking the shelves.

[Is that a good thing?] Err… yay?
Dorian: Indeed! Yay!
Inquisitor: I just…
Dorian: Oh, pish. You go back far enough, ninety percent of Thedas has Tevinter blood. No need to panic, Inquisitor.

[I don’t care about that.] I’ve never cared about any of that bloodline business.
Dorian: Even saying that back home would give mother the vapors.
Inquisitor: Would it, now?
Dorian: Which makes an excellent reason to say it. Black sheep have all the fun.

[Can we still flirt?] I’d rather we weren’t related. That might make flirting awkward.
Dorian: Depends on which branch of the family you come from. Regardless, I think we’re still good to go—by at least three ages.

Inquisitor: Anything interesting?
Dorian: A letter regarding Felix. Alexius’s son.
Dorian: A letter regarding Felix. He spilled wine on you in Redcliffe, remember?
Dorian: A letter regarding a friend. I mentioned Alexius to you, didn’t I? His son.
Dorian: A letter regarding a friend. You never met him, but he was at Redcliffe when… everything happened.
Dorian: I was trying to discover what became of him. Where he ended up.
Inquisitor: And?
Dorian: Nothing. Redcliffe is abandoned, and there’s no trace of him. It’s as if he never existed. I think the Venatori found out he was helping me. I think they killed him.

[That’s not surprising.] They’d kill anyone who stood in their way.
Dorian: I just hoped, maybe this once…

[They’ll pay.] Those bastards will pay for that.
Dorian: Yes. They will.

Dorian: Even in illness, Felix was the best of us. With him around, you knew things could be better.
Dorian: Maybe, if the world were a better place, he’d be here instead of me.

[Why was he in Redcliffe?] What was he doing in Redcliffe if he wasn’t part of the Venatori?
Dorian: He was there with his father. In fact, Felix was the reason I knew where the Venatori were. He’d planned to help if you came to Redcliffe, I understand. He had so much more than I to lose by helping. He should be alive, not I.

Dorian: He went to the Magisterium. Stood on the senate floor and told them of you. A glowing testimonial, I’m informed. No news on the reaction, but everyone back home is talking. Felix always was as good as his word.
Inquisitor: Was?
Dorian: He’s dead. The blight caught up with him.

[I’m sorry for your loss.] Are you all right?
Dorian: He was ill, and thus on borrowed time anyhow.
Inquisitor: That doesn’t mean you can’t regret his death.
Dorian: I know.

[Sad, but not surprising.] That was a long journey for someone in his condition.

[So quickly?] It’s barely been any time at all. Was he so ill?
Dorian: Honestly, he should have died a long time ago. Alexius was using magic to keep him alive.

Dorian: He must have raced back, pulled strings like a madman. Ordinarily it takes months to gather the senate. Felix used to sneak me treats from the kitchens when I was working late in his father’s study. “Don’t get into trouble on my behalf,” I’d tell him. “I like trouble,” he’d say. Tevinter could use more mages like him, those who put the good of others above themselves.

[Were you two involved?] Were the two of you…?
Dorian: Felix and I? What an odd question. No, I had no intention of abusing Alexius’s hospitality by seducing his son. Not that I’ve been proper my whole life, by any means. It wasn’t like that.
Dorian: Are you, the almighty Inquisitor, jealous of a sick young man? You are, aren’t you?

[I know I shouldn’t be.] I shouldn’t be. It’s just… the way you talk about him.
Dorian: (Chuckles.) Fondly, I’m sure. He was a friend.

[Absolutely.] Incredibly jealous. When you leave, I’m going to write angry poetry.
Dorian: Mind the rhyming scheme. All insipid poetry must rhyme, you know.

[Don’t be ridiculous.] There’s nothing to be jealous of.
Dorian: And you’d be correct, of course.

Dorian: No, there was nothing between us. He was just a fine young man, better than I.

[What about yourself?] You make it sound like he was a better person than you.
Dorian: What a mad thing to say. Few people are better than I.
Dorian: Very well. A better person, clearly. Not nearly as handsome.

[You might be idealizing him.] Are you certain you’re not making him into someone he wasn’t?
Dorian: He occasionally neglected to bathe. Should I mention that in his eulogy?
Inquisitor: Probably not.
Dorian: He wasn’t perfect, but he was a fine young man. I’ll miss him.

[Follow his example.] He should be an example for others to follow, or his death is wasted.
Dorian: Should I spread the word? We could spawn the Cult of Felix within a matter of days.
Inquisitor: There are worse things.
Dorian: Probably true… and you’re right. His actions should not be forgotten.
Dorian: Thankfully Felix wasn’t the only decent sort kicking around Thedas.

LAST RESORT OF GOOD MEN

Dorian: I'm willing to bet this "retainer" is a henchmen, hired to knock me on the head and drag me back to Tevinter.
Inquisitor: ?
Inquisitor: ?
Inquisitor: That would be hard to do while I stood there.
Dorian: He expects me to travel with Mother Giselle, though Maker knows why he'd think I would.
Dorian: Let's go. Let's meet this so-called family retainer.
Dorian: If it's a trap, we escape and kill everyone! You're good at that.

Inquisitor: This could be the Venatori. Lure us somewhere remote, then an ambush...
Dorian: Perhaps, although this does look like my father's penmanship. Or... could he have joined the Venatori? No, that can't... Well, anything is possible.
Inquisitor: I think you should meet with this retainer... find out what your family wants.
Dorian: I didn't ask what you thought, did I?
Dorian: That... was unworthy. I apologize. There'd be no harm in hearing what this man of my father's has to say. If I don't like it, however, I want to leave.


Dorian: Uh-oh. Nobody’s here. This doesn’t bode well.
Halward: Dorian.
Dorian: Father. So the whole story about the “family retainer” was just… what? A smoke screen?
Halward: Then you were told.
Dorian: What is “this” exactly, Father? Ambush? Kidnapping? Warm family reunion?

Dorian: The place is deserted? Is this normal, or—?
Halward: Dorian.
Dorian: Father? You knew about this? Is that why you brought me here?

[I’m trying to help.] I’m only trying to help.
Dorian: Help? Is that what you call this?

[I like drama.] Well, I do like a dramatic showdown.

[I was deceived.] I wasn’t expecting your father here.

Halward: He didn’t know I would be here, Dorian. I apologize for the deception, Inquisitor. I never intended for you to be involved.
Dorian: Of course not. Magister Pavus couldn’t come to Skyhold and be seen with the dread Inquisitor. What would people think?
Halward: (Sighs.) This is how it has always been.

[Just talk to him.] You went through all of this to get Dorian here. Talk to him.
Dorian: Yes, Father. Talk to me. Let me hear how mystified you are by my anger.

[Maybe I should go.] I should leave you to work this out…
Dorian: Oh, no you don’t. I want a witness. I want someone to hear the truth.
Dorian: No. You wanted to involve yourself. You should hear the truth.

[Give your father a chance.] Your father might be here to reach out. You could give him a chance.

[So walk away.] Then walk away, Dorian. You already did that once, didn’t you?
Dorian: Let’s just go.

[He has a right to be angry.] Considering you lied to get him here, Dorian has every right to be furious.
Dorian: You don’t know the half of it! But maybe you should.
Halward: Dorian, there’s no need to—
Dorian: I prefer the company of men. My father disapproves.

[“The company of men”?] I’ll need you to explain that.
Dorian: Did I stutter? Men, and the company thereof. As in sex. Surely you’ve heard of it.

[Why is it an issue?] That’s… a big concern in Tevinter, then?
Dorian: Only if you’re trying to live up to an impossible standard. Every Tevinter family is intermarrying to distill the perfect mage, perfect body, perfect mind. The perfect leader. It means every perceived flaw—every aberration—is deviant and shameful. It must be hidden.

[So walk away.] Then walk away, Dorian. You already did that once, didn’t you?
Dorian: Yet here I am once again, no thanks to you.
Dorian: I agree. Let’s go. There’s nothing more to be gained here.

[That’s what this is about?] So that’s what all of this is about? Who you sleep with?
Dorian: That’s not all it’s about.

[I had no idea.] I just… didn’t expect that.
Dorian: Well, it’s not as if I introduce myself that way. “Hello, my name is Dorian. I like men.” Maybe I should start. Some days it seems that’s all anyone cares about.

[No women at all?] You’ve… never been with a woman? Or wanted to?
Dorian: Allow me to say: women are fine creatures. You, for instance, are amazing above all others.
Dorian: Not to my recollection. Don’t get me wrong, they’re wonderful. They’re just… not for me. That’s not so beyond belief, is it?

[Spare me the details.] That’s what I thought. No need to elaborate.
Dorian: Good. I’d hate to resort to drawing pictures.

[I’ve done it.] I’ve more than heard of it, actually.
Dorian: No! The Herald of Andraste? I am shocked and scandalized.
Inquisitor: Such sarcasm.
Dorian: You’re not exactly subtle, oh Lord Inquisitor.
Dorian: Now I’m trying to think how they’ll write that verse of the Chant.
Halward: I should have known that’s what this was about.
Dorian: No. You don’t get to make those assumptions. You know nothing about the Inquisitor.

[I had a suspicion.] This is not exactly news, Dorian.
Dorian: And why should it be? Why should anyone care? I have no idea.
Halward: This display is uncalled for.
Dorian: No, it is called for. You called for it by luring me here.
Halward: This is not what I wanted.
Dorian: I’m never what you wanted, Father, or had you forgotten?
Halward: Dorian, please, if you’ll only listen to me.
Dorian: Why? So you can spout more convenient lies? He taught me to hate blood magic. “The resort of the weak mind.” Those are his words. But what was the first thing you did when your precious heir refused to play pretend for the rest of his life? You tried to change me!
Halward: I only wanted what was best for you!
Dorian: You wanted the best for you! For your fucking legacy! Anything for that!

[Are we done?] I hope we’re done here.
Dorian: We are.

[Let’s get you out of here.] I think it’s time we left.
Dorian: I agree.

[Don’t leave it like this.] Don’t leave it like this, Dorian. You’ll never forgive yourself.

[You didn’t let him speak.] You got a lot off your chest. Can’t you give him a chance to do the same?
Dorian: Tell me why you came.
Halward: If I knew I would drive you to the Inquisition…
Dorian: You didn’t. I joined the Inquisition because it’s the right thing to do. Once I had a father who would have known that.
Halward: Once I had a son who trusted me. A trust I betrayed. I only wanted to talk to him. To hear his voice again. To ask him to forgive me.

Dorian: He says we’re alike. Too much pride. Once I would have been overjoyed to hear him say that. Now I’m not certain. I don’t know if I can forgive him.

Dorian: He’s a good man, my father. Deep down. He taught me principle is important. He cares for me, in his way, but he won’t ever change. I can’t forgive him for what he did. I won’t.

[What did he do, exactly?] He tried to change you?
Dorian: Out of desperation. I wouldn’t put on a show, marry the girl, keep everything unsavory private and locked away. Selfish, I suppose, not to want to spend my entire life screaming on the inside. He was going to do a blood ritual. Alter my mind. Make me… acceptable. I found out. I left.

[Would it have worked?] Can blood magic actually do that?
Dorian: Maybe. It could also have left me a drooling vegetable. It crushed me to think he found that absurd risk preferable to scandal. Part of me has always hoped he didn’t really want to go through with it. If he had… I can’t even imagine the person I would be now. I wouldn’t like that Dorian.

[Are you all right?] Are you all right?
Dorian: No. Not really.

[What he did was wrong.] What your father did was wrong.
Dorian: I think he knows that. It’s just hard for him to admit.
Dorian: Too bad he’ll never understand why.

[Maybe one day you’ll forgive.] Maybe if you keep working at it, keep talking…
Dorian: It was a start, at least.

[Forgiveness takes time.] Maybe one day you’ll be able to talk. See eye to eye.
Dorian: You’re very optimistic. It’s a charming trait.

[It’s always blood magic.] I’ll never understand why blood magic is supposed to solve everything.
Dorian: The lure of the shortcut. Hard for anyone to resist.

Dorian: Thank you for bringing me out there. It wasn’t what I expected, but… it’s something.

Dorian: Thank you for bringing me out there, even if it didn’t work out.

Dorian: You could have told me. Maybe I wouldn’t have gone, maybe I would. How will I ever know? Why didn’t you let me decide?

Dorian: Taking me out there without a word, even if you didn’t know it would be him… why didn’t you let me decide?

[I was trying to help.] I wasn’t trying to deceive you, just to help.
Dorian: I suppose you did, at that.
Dorian: As was my father, or so he claimed.

[It worked out.] It worked out in the end, didn’t it?
Dorian: By varying definitions, certainly.

[It’s done.] That’s not how it was supposed to go. It’s done now.
Dorian: It is. I’ll pretend you weren’t secretly hoping I would patch things up and go home. But if you meant well… then thank you for the attempt.

[I’m sorry.] I should have. I’m sorry.
Dorian: (Sighs.) As am I, that you had to witness any of it.

Dorian: Maker knows what you must think of me now, after that whole display.

[You’re brave.] I think you’re very brave.
Dorian: Brave?
Inquisitor: It’s not easy to abandon tradition and walk your own path.

[You’re trouble.] I think you’re trouble.
Dorian: You’re not the first to say that.
Inquisitor: I’m not surprised.
Dorian: Fair enough. Thankfully you’ve plenty of your own troubles… against which I’m happy to help you contend.

[It was entertaining.] I don’t know. It was certainly a spectacle.
Dorian: Oh? I’m so pleased to provide you amusement.
Inquisitor: There has to be a reason I keep you around.
Dorian: (Laughs.) Just the one? My wounded pride.

[Good things.] I don’t think less of you. More, if possible.
Dorian: The things you say. Inquisitor: I mean it.
Dorian: My father never understood. Living a lie… it festers inside of you, like poison. You have to fight for what’s in your heart.
Inquisitor: I agree.
Dorian: I see you enjoy playing with fire, Inquisitor.

Inquisitor: Does that include me?
Dorian: It might… if you were unattached.

[Why do you care?] What does it matter?
Dorian: It matters to me. I’d rather there be no… misunderstanding with the others.

[That can change.] That could happen.
Dorian: Good. I’d like that.

[You’re misinformed.] I think you’re mistaken.
Dorian: Am I? Or are they?

[You led me on.] I think you led me on, actually.
Dorian: Ah. The flirting. You’re a remarkable woman, Inquisitor. I mean that in the best way. In another life… I meant no offense. I’ll desist, if you prefer.

[Just don’t do it again.] I think that’d be best.
Dorian: Of course, dear lady.

[I like flirting.] Desist? Don’t you dare.
Dorian: (Laughs.) I stand so instructed.

[We can be friends.] No harm done. Now we can be friends.
Dorian: I’d like that.

Dorian: At any rate, time to drink myself into a stupor. It’s been that sort of day. Join me sometime, if you’ve a mind.

Mother Giselle: I don’t know what you think you’re doing.
Dorian: I’m being clucked at by a hen, evidently.
Mother Giselle: Don’t play the fool with me, young man!
Dorian: If I wanted to play the fool, I could be rather more convincing, I assure you.
Mother Giselle: Your glib tongue does you no credit.
Dorian: You’d be surprised at the credit my tongue gets me, Your Reverence.
Inquisitor: What’s going on here?
Mother Giselle: Oh, I…
Dorian: It seems the revered mother is concerned about my “undue influence” over you.
Mother Giselle: It is just concern. Your Worship, you must know how this looks.
Dorian: You might need to spell it out, my dear.
Mother Giselle: This man is of Tevinter. His presence at your side, the rumors alone…

[Because he’s Tevinter?] What’s wrong with him being from Tevinter? Specifically?
Mother Giselle: I’m fully aware that not everyone from the Imperium is the same.
Dorian: How kind of you to notice. Yet still you bow to the opinion of the masses?
Mother Giselle: The opinion of the masses is based on centuries of evidence. What would you have me tell them?
Dorian: The truth?
Mother Giselle: The truth is I do not know you, and neither do they. Thus these rumors will continue.

[There’s no need to worry.] There’s no cause for concern, Your Reverence.
Mother Giselle: With all due respect, you underestimate the effect this man has on the people’s good opinion.
Inquisitor: Do the people know how he’s helped the Inquisition?

[We do not serve the Chantry.] The concerns of the Chantry are no concern of the Inquisition, Mother Giselle.
Mother Giselle: I’m aware of that. You risk, however, not only the Chantry’s opinion.
Inquisitor: And if I asked from where these rumors originated?

[Rumors? Do tell!] Oh? I’d like to hear what these rumors are, exactly.
Mother Giselle: I… could not repeat them, Your Worship.
Inquisitor: Repeat them? So you’ve shared them before?
Mother Giselle: I… see. I meant no disrespect, Inquisitor, only to ask after this man’s intentions. If you feel he is without ulterior motive, then I humbly beg forgiveness of you both.

Dorian: Well, that’s something.

[Are you all right?] She didn’t get to you, did she?
Dorian: No, it takes more to get to me than thinly veiled accusations.

[Forget her.] Don’t listen to her. She doesn’t know what she’s talking about.
Dorian: She does, actually. There are rumors, and her concern is well-meaning… if misplaced.
Inquisitor: It doesn’t matter.
Dorian: Listen to you. It’s good to be the Inquisitor.

[This happens often?] This sort of thing happens often, does it?
Dorian: More than anyone tells you. No one knows their own reputation.
Inquisitor: Until someone helpfully informs them.
Dorian: There is that. She meant well, if that’s of any concern.
Inquisitor: You don’t think she’ll do anything?
Dorian: Do what? Yours is the good opinion I care about, not hers.
Dorian: It does make me wonder. Is my influence over you… undue?

[Not at all.] No, not undue at all.
Dorian: Overdue, then?

[Only in a good way.] Perhaps, but it’s the kind of undue influence I enjoy.
Dorian: No one accused you of being politically astute. Inquisitor: Not today.

Dorian: (Laughs.) I tease you too much, I know.

[It’s deserved.] Oh, I probably deserve it.

[Sometimes, yes.] Occasionally.

[Your wit is useful.] It’s helpful when you turn that scathing wit on people other than me.

Dorian: I’ll have to find something we can do that doesn’t involve teasing. Soon, ideally.

[You don’t influence me.] I don’t think you have any influence over me.
Dorian: Not that I was attempting such, but how kind of you to underline it so. Perhaps what we’re doing—whatever that is—isn’t worth the trouble? I wouldn’t want to cause you grief.

[Don’t be ridiculous.] I never said you caused me grief.
Dorian: And yet you have that look.
Inquisitor: That’s just my face.
Dorian: All right, all right. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

[That’s for the best.] Maybe so.
Dorian: Then friends it shall be. Inquisitor: Friends?

Dorian: I don’t know if you’re aware, but the assumption in some corners is that you and I are… intimate.

[But it’s not true.] But that’s a lie. There’s no truth to it at all.
Dorian: Has that ever stopped anyone?
Inquisitor: It should.
Dorian: You’re such an idealist.

[That doesn’t surprise me.] You know how people are.
Dorian: I didn’t start those rumors.
Inquisitor: Mm-hmm.
Dorian: I didn’t! My rumors would be so much more detailed.

[I don’t like that idea.] Really? I don’t care for that assumption.
Dorian: Yes, well, it probably isn’t the worst thing said about you today.

[That’s not a bad idea.] That’s not the worst assumption they could have, is it?
Dorian: I don’t know. Is it?
Inquisitor: Do you always answer a question with a question?
Dorian: Would you like me to answer in some other fashion?
Inquisitor: If you’re capable.
Dorian: “If you’re capable.” The nonsense you speak.
Inquisitor: You realize this makes the rumors somewhat true?
Dorian: Evidently. We might have to explore the full truth of them later. In private.

[What about Josephine?] They don’t know about Josephine, then?
[What about Cassandra?] They don’t know about Cassandra, then?
[What about Iron Bull?] They don’t know about Iron Bull, then?

Dorian: Don’t know or don’t care. Baseless insinuation is grand fun.

Inquisitor: I hope Cassandra isn’t upset by this.
Dorian: Have you met Cassandra? If she even noticed such talk, she’d just punch it in the face.

Inquisitor: I hope Josephine isn’t upset by this.
Dorian: Please. She no doubt knows of the talk, says hello, and brings it biscuits. I wouldn’t worry.

Inquisitor: I wonder what Iron Bull would think of this.
Dorian: If he’s even heard. Something tells me he’d find it amusing.

Dorian: I should ask… do the rumors bother you?

[Only on your behalf.] I wish they wouldn’t disparage you. They don’t know you.
Dorian: They know you even less than they know me.

[There will always be rumors.] Why should it bother me? Everyone’s talking about the Inquisition.
Dorian: That’s good. I’d hate to think I brought you any grief.

[Yes.] They do, actually.
Dorian: (Sighs.) I feel the same.

Dorian: Perhaps it’s odd to say, but… I think of you as a friend, Inquisitor. Inquisitor: I—
Dorian: Don’t speak. I detest confessions, and I’d like to get this over with. I have precious few friends. I didn’t think to find one here. Allow me to say I’ll stand beside you—against Corypheus, my countrymen, or spurious rumor—so long as you’ll have me.

Dorian: You have remarkably little here on early Tevinter history. All these “gifts” to the Inquisition, and the best they can do is the Malefica Imperio? Trite propaganda. But if you want twenty volumes on whether Divine Galatea took a shit on Sunday, this is evidently the place to find it.

[What are you looking for?] If I knew what you were looking for, I could help you.
Dorian: You? I rather doubt that.
Dorian: Because you’re a mage? Considering education standards in the South, that’s hardly a recommendation.
Dorian: (Sighs.) I apologize. That was unworthy.

[Not to your standards?] I see. My library isn’t up to your exacting standards?
Dorian: It’s alarmingly chaotic. I found a copy of the Aureballian in what seemed to be the Antivan Classics section.
Inquisitor: How scandalous. Someone alert the Magisterium.
Dorian: You laugh, but in some places there are punishments for that.

[Stop whining.] Then find another library. Don’t whine to me about it.
Dorian: I’m not whining!
Inquisitor: Yes, you are.
Dorian: Fine, perhaps a little. I’ve good cause.

[Such a critic.] That’s the Dorian I know: critiquing every book in my library.
Dorian: I wouldn’t have to if you could find some rebellious heretic archivist to join the cause. Inquisitor: Are there rebellious archivists? Other than you, that is?
Dorian: If Corypheus ever starts burning masterworks of literature, I’m sure a few will pop up. Did I see something by Genitivi here? I could have sworn…
Inquisitor: What is this about, Dorian?
Dorian: What else could it be about? What happened at Adamant, of course.
Dorian: We/You went into the Fade. Physically went in.
Dorian: When everyone returned, they told us about your tumble into the Abyssal Rift.
Dorian: When we fell into the chasm, into the Fade… I thought you were done for. I don’t know if I can forgive you for that moment.

[You were with me!] Forgive me? You were right there with me the entire time!
Dorian: For making me think you were dead!

[It wasn’t on purpose.] I didn’t open that rift on purpose, you know. Might be handy if I could.
Dorian: Certainly! Let’s tear holes in the Fade willy-nilly. Historically, that has worked out well.
Inquisitor: I’m here… and alive, aren’t I?

[I’m sorry.] I’m sorry you had to go through it with me.
Dorian: I’m not sorry I was there with you. I thought I’d lost you. You sent me ahead and then didn’t follow. For just a moment, I was certain you wouldn’t. I thought: “This is it. This is where I finally lose him forever.”

Dorian: Are you… all right?

[We lost Alistair/Hawke/Stroud/Loghain.] Alistair/Hawke/Stroud/Loghain… is gone.

[I learned so much.] I learned a surprising amount. What happened at the Temple of Sacred Ashes, for one.
Dorian: Regained your memories. That’s good, then?
Inquisitor: I think so.

[It was horrible.] It was like walking in a nightmare, but everything was real. I couldn’t…
Dorian: Ah, it’s as I thought. The Fade is an ordeal under normal circumstances. To be the only real thing there… beyond description.
Dorian: That any of us made it out alive is difficult to believe. That you made it out? A miracle.

[I’m fine.] I’m fine.
Dorian: You walked into the Fade, lived to tell the tale… and you’re fine?
Dorian: I was there. I saw it. You’re just… fine?
Inquisitor: Yes.
Dorian: Well, bravo.

Dorian: You do realize this feat hasn’t been performed in over a thousand years? Corypheus and his contemporaries entered the Fade and began the Blights. In comparison…

[I’m glad you were there.] At least you were at my side.
Dorian: (Chuckles.) No offense, but I’d almost rather I hadn’t been.

[I wish you’d been there.] It would have been easier if you’d been with me.
Dorian: Without question, but I’m rather glad I wasn’t.
Inquisitor: No sense of adventure? That’s surprising.
Dorian: I’ve not your talent for survival, and not everyone is as discerning as I.

[That’s poor consolation.] That’s not exactly comforting, Dorian.
Dorian: Nor should it be.

[I should be proud?] So… I should be happy I accomplished something so grand?
Dorian: Concerned, more like.

[I was lucky.] You’re right. I was fortunate.
Dorian: Indeed, although there is cause for concern.

Dorian: If you can walk in the Fade, others will try to follow. Who knows what secrets Corypheus has revealed? Not all of them will be so lucky as you. What they could unleash… My advice? Keep this quiet. Let them speculate. Too many will see this as a challenge.

[I agree.] That’s a good idea.

[Not my problem.] Why should that be my concern?
Dorian: Because if it’s not just part of your legend, if they think it’s real, they will come for you. Fear them or not, as you choose, but you’ve enough problems.

[You don’t?] You don’t number among them?
Dorian: It’s… tempting, but I am no fool. There are enough idiots in the world who think if they just use enough blood magic, their problems will vanish. It’s exactly the sort of thing I want to stop back home. This… this I don’t need. What I do need is a copy of the Liberalum. I’ll wager I can find Corypheus’s real name.“ If I can prove he was a grasping ankle-biter with no family to speak of? The luster would come right off. Wish me luck.

Merchant: Inquisitor! Good, good, this is exactly what I was hoping for!
Dorian: What? Is that why we’re here? I said I wanted to do this myself. I don’t want to be indebted to anyone, least of all you.
Dorian: How do you even know about the amulet? I hope you aren’t intending to help me get it back. I can do this myself.
Merchant: I apologize, but that won’t be possible. Do forgive me, Inquisitor, but when I heard of your… association with Monsieur Pavus, I could not resist. You see, the young man sold me a rather valuable amulet. Many months ago. Then he returned, asking to buy it back. Why would I simply sell it? Not only is it useful, there are others who could… offer much more.
Dorian: You loathsome little cretin. That’s why you were so stubborn!
Merchant: There is no need for insults, monsieur. I am interested only in doing good business.

[Why is it so valuable?] Aren’t you a merchant? Why not just sell it back?
Merchant: I am not a fence, monsieur. I only bought your friend’s amulet because of what it is. I do business in the Imperium. Having a birthright, even one not your own, is most useful in… select situations.
Dorian: Hmph. He’s got the right of it there. Merchant: That’s why I gave the young man so much. If he relinquished it, how is that my doing?

[All this for my attention?] You refused to sell Dorian his amulet… just to get me here? Mission accomplished.
Merchant: I am not attempting to manipulate you, my lord. I only wish equitable recompense.

[What do you want?] You want something from me. What would you like?
Merchant: It’s not coin I seek for the amulet, but influence. Influence you possess but which the young man does not. Provided, of course, you… desire the amulet? For your friend?

[I could simply take it.] I could just take the amulet. What’s to stop me?
Merchant: Errr… One: that I presume His Worship is not a thief. Two: the amulet is not here for you to take. Inquisitor: I see.

Merchant: The League de Celestine is an organization of wealthy noblemen in Orlais. I would join, but I lack the lineage. If someone like you applied pressure, they would admit me. That would be worth the return of the amulet.

[Dorian, your opinion?] What do you think, Dorian?
Dorian: Leave the man be. I got myself into this, I should get myself out of it.
Merchant: Perhaps you should accept your friend’s help, monsieur.
Dorian: Kaffas! I know what you think, and he’s not my friend. He’s… Never mind what he is.
Merchant: As you desire. Even so, that is the price. I shall accept no other.

[I agree.] Very well. I’ll do as you ask.
Dorian: What? You’re going to give in to this cretin?
Inquisitor: Do you want your amulet back?
Dorian: I… yes, I do. I simply—
Merchant: Much obliged, Your Worship. The moment I receive an invitation from the League, I’ll have the amulet delivered. It’s been an honor doing business with you.
Dorian: Influence-mongering. I don’t want to be in your debt. I don’t want to be in anyone’s debt.
Inquisitor: You don’t think…?
Dorian: I don’t want to discuss it.

[Forget it.] I’m not going to help you. Merchant: As you wish. Should you change your mind, you know the price.
Dorian: So you’ll still cling to my amulet even if you can’t wring anything out of the Inquisitor?
Merchant: As I told you before, monsieur: it is not for sale. Perhaps you should not have let it go.
Dorian: Yes. Perhaps.
Merchant: Good day, Your Worship.
Dorian: (Sighs.) So much for that. Thank you for trying.

[You want to anger me?] Are you certain you want to risk angering me? The Herald of Andraste?
Merchant: I… monsieur, I only seek—
Inquisitor: I’m well aware of what you seek.
Merchant: Then you must know I am within my rights. You are not the kind of man to disregard them.

[You’re wrong.] You’re wrong about that.
Merchant: (Shouts.)
Dorian: What? You… you stabbed him! In his own shop!
Inquisitor: I did.
Dorian: To serve your own thuggish needs. Lovely. Thank you for all your help. I can’t tell you how much this means to me.

[You want to anger me?] I didn’t realize an Orlesian merchant could be so blasé about offending the Imperial Throne of Orlais.
Merchant: Well, yes, but—
Inquisitor: Perhaps you haven’t heard the news from the Winter Palace or the part I played there. Perhaps you should take a moment to think about your position.

[You want to anger me?] You must not know who I am, even beyond being the Inquisitor.
Merchant: You are a Trevelyan, monsieur. A man of noble blood, a man of honor…
Inquisitor: A man who could destroy your hopes of social climbing.
Merchant: Forgive me, Your Worship. If it is your desire, I will have the amulet delivered to Skyhold immediately. Please just think of me kindly. I meant no offense.
Dorian: Hmph. I’d feel badly for the fellow if he wasn’t a toad.

Inquisitor: Here it is.
Dorian: It’s… the Pavus birthright. How did you…? Why?
Dorian: Now I’m indebted to you. I never wanted this, I told you. I got myself into this. I sold it because I was desperate. I wanted to get it back on my own. What I didn’t want is to be indebted to you or anyone. Now I am.

[Tell me why you wanted it.] Why were you even trying to get it back?
Dorian: You already asked me that.
Inquisitor: And you didn’t give me a straight answer.
Dorian: (Sighs.) When I left home, I wanted nothing so much as to divest myself of anything belonging to my family.
Dorian: But when I spoke to my father, he noticed it was gone. He asked about it.
Dorian: But seeing my father… I felt its absence so keenly.
Dorian: It was childish to sell it. I love my country, and this… it’s a symbol. It means I’m part of it. You must think I’m foolish and sentimental.

[Not at all.] The amulet’s important to you. Why would wanting it be foolish?

[Aren’t we all?] We’re all a little foolish and sentimental. There are worse things to be.

[My opinion doesn’t matter.] What does it matter what I think? It’s your amulet.

Dorian: And you went and retrieved it for me. Now I’m in your debt.

[I did this for you.] I didn’t do this so you would be indebted to me, Dorian. I did it for you.
Dorian: (Sighs.) That’s the problem.
Inquisitor: How is that a problem?

[I could afford it.] Why should there be a debt? It’s not as if using my influence cost so much. Dorian: Of course you have the influence. You’re the Inquisitor!

[No “thank you”?] What’s this? Not even a “thank you”? Dorian: You are such a frustrating man.
Inquisitor: Explain it to me slowly, then.

[It didn’t cost me anything.] Why should there be a debt? I only had to glare at the man, after all.
Dorian: Of course you did. The Inquisitor snaps his fingers, and people tremble!
Inquisitor: Now you’re just being difficult.

Dorian: Someone intelligent would cozy up to the Inquisitor if they could. It’d be foolish not to. He can open doors, get you whatever you want, shower you with gifts and power. That’s what they’ll say. I’m the magister who’s using you.

[I didn’t know you worried.] I… had no idea you were concerned about that.
Dorian: I don’t care what they think about me. I care what they think about us.

[Use me, I don’t mind.] Is that all? Go ahead and use me, Dorian. Or are you all talk?
Dorian: (Laughs.) Oh, you are glorious.

[Let them.] Let them say whatever they want. I don’t care about them.
Dorian: Naive, but adorable.

Dorian: I… was an ass earlier at the merchant’s. It’s my specialty.

Dorian: I… am apparently an incredible ass at accepting gifts.

Dorian: I apologize. And thank you. I’m going to stop before I say something syrupy, but I won’t forget this… and I will repay you. Count on it.

Dorian: So! It’s all very nice, this flirting business. I am, however, not a nice man. So here is my proposal: we dispense with the chitchat and move on to something more primal. It’ll set tongues wagging, of course. Not that they aren’t already wagging. I suppose it really depends. How bad does the Inquisitor want to be?

[It’s about time.] I thought you’d never ask.
Dorian: I like playing hard to get.
Inquisitor: And now?
Dorian: I’m gotten.

[Can we slow things down?] Do we need to move things this quickly?
Dorian: Quickly? By my standards, we’ve been positively chaste.
Inquisitor: It seems a little sudden.
Dorian: What is it you want from me, exactly? A relationship?

[Why not? What’s the harm?] Is that such a terrible idea?
Inquisitor: You’re speechless.
Dorian: It doesn’t happen often. Where I come from, anything between men… it’s physical. It doesn’t go beyond that. It’s not that you don’t care, you just… don’t hope for more.

[This is real.] This is more.
[Why not?] Why wouldn’t you? What’s the worst that could happen?
[You should.] Always hope for more.

Dorian: You say that like it’s a simple thing, easily imagined. I have no examples with which to compare.

[We’re the example.] Let us be the example.
Dorian: You are a remarkably bizarre creature.

[We’ll figure it out.] I’m sure we’ll muddle through, somehow.
Dorian: Like the Inquisition? Make it up as we go?
Inquisitor: Works for me.
Dorian: Clearly!

[You don’t want to?] So… you want to call it off?
Dorian: No! It’s just… you’re asking me to turn into a unicorn, and I don’t even know what one looks like.
Inquisitor: I’m not asking you to change.

Dorian: Fine. Have it your way. I am, however, not leaving your quarters empty-handed. It’s a matter of pride.

[No.] No. I don’t know what you thought, but… no.
Dorian: I don’t enjoy being toyed with. First you’re hot, then you’re cold. If this isn’t leading anywhere, then say so. I’m a big boy, I can take it.

[Forget it.] Have it your way. This isn’t leading anywhere.
Dorian: See? That wasn’t so hard.

[This isn’t the right moment.] You caught me at a bad time,
Dorian.
Dorian: When is a good time, exactly? You face death on a daily basis, my friend.
Inquisitor: I know, but—
Dorian: No, I apologize. My sense of timing is usually better. Perhaps we should… pick this up some other time? After the business with Corypheus is resolved, for both our sakes.

[I want to be friends.] I never intended it to go this far. I’d prefer we were friends.
Dorian: Friendship. I see.
Dorian: Sad that I didn’t get to see you naked first, but have it your way.

Dorian: I like your quarters.
Inquisitor: Do you now?
Dorian: Don’t misunderstand. I’m not suggesting we venture into mutual domesticity. I just like your appointments.
Inquisitor: Ah.
Dorian: Not that I couldn’t suggest some changes. Your taste is a little… austere.

[Change away.] If you want to change things around…
Dorian: No. That’s not what I want.

[Something on your mind?] You seem a little… distracted.
Dorian: Sex will do that. It’s distracting.
Inquisitor: I heard a rumor.
Dorian: Very well, you’ve rooted me out. There is something I want.

[That’s quite the hint.] You’re leading to something.
Dorian: I was going to suggest you buy Antiva.
Inquisitor: Really?
Dorian: Don’t be ridiculous. Their rugs are completely overrated.

Dorian: I’m curious where this goes, you and I. We’ve had fun. Perfectly reasonable to leave it here, get on with the business of killing Archdemons and such…

[Is that what you want?] Tell me what you want.
Dorian: All on me, then?
Inquisitor: Should it be all on me?
Dorian: (Sighs.) I like you. More than I should. More than might be wise. We end it here, I walk away. I won’t be pleased, but I’d rather now than later. Later might be dangerous.
Inquisitor: Why dangerous?
Dorian: Walking away might be harder then.

[I’d prefer to keep this fun.] I don’t know if I want more. Wasn’t this a good time?
Dorian: I’ve no burning need to stroke your ego. More of the same would not be unwelcome.

[I’d prefer to keep this fun.] Is there anything wrong with having fun? Why do we need to stop now?
Dorian: Because stopping later might be too difficult.
Dorian: Perhaps this is something we can speak on later… once we see whether you or I survive this whole business. Until then… I need to go.

[Let’s leave it here, then.] All right. Perhaps this is all it should be.
Dorian: True enough. We have other things with which to concern ourselves. Corypheus, dragons, any number of interesting deaths. It was fun. Get new curtains. These ones are grisly.

[I want more.] I want more than just fun, Dorian.
Inquisitor: Speechless, I see.
Dorian: I was… expecting something different. Where I come from, anything between two men… it’s about pleasure. It’s accepted, but taken no further. You learn not to hope for more. You’d be foolish to.

[This is more.] This is more, Dorian. Right here.
Dorian: Funny I didn’t recognize it, then.

[Let’s be foolish.] So let’s be foolish.
Dorian: Hard habit to break. Inquisitor: I’m good at breaking things.
Dorian: Hopefully not everything.

[And now?] You still feel that way?
Dorian: I’m beginning to learn otherwise.

Dorian: Care to inquisit me again? I’ll be more specific in my directions this time.
Inquisitor: Show off.

Inquisitor: I thought we could discuss what happens… after.
Dorian: Ah, yes. After. Dreadful thing, after. Let’s see. Assuming one or both of us aren’t slaughtered along the way, what do you wish to happen? We could go our separate ways, if you prefer. I’ve been a port in a storm before. I would understand.

[That might be best.] That might save us both some trouble.
Dorian: Loads of trouble. Indeed.
Inquisitor: That doesn’t sound like you’re agreeing.
Dorian: You’re the Inquisitor, amatus. King of the world. I am pleased with whatever time I can have, while I can.

[Is that what you want?] Are you saying this because that’s what you want?
Dorian: You’re the Inquisitor. You’re the one with responsibilities. I am but an adornment upon your arm.

[I want to stay together.] Of course not. I want us to be together as long as we can.

[You’re more than that.] You know you’re more than that to me.
Dorian: You’re very sentimental for someone who’s killed as many people as you have.
Inquisitor: You bring it out in me.
Dorian: Sweet Maker, next you’ll be making calf eyes at puppies.

[Suddenly modest?] All of a sudden, that’s all you are?
Dorian: That’s not all I am, but I’m not the great holy hope of southern Thedas.
Inquisitor: It’s still early.
Dorian: You joke. One day they’ll write books about you. Boring ones that will get it all wrong. Just watch.

[No games.] Stop with the games. I want an answer.
Dorian: The Inquisitor is wearing the serious hat today, I see.
Inquisitor: It’s not a hat.
Dorian: I… don’t know what the future holds. For us or anything. That’s my honest answer. Once Corypheus is defeated, when this is over… I’d like to talk about it more. If you would.

Dorian: What happened at the elven temple… it’s got me thinking. I should go back, shouldn’t I? To Tevinter. Once this is done… if we’re still alive.
Dorian: It’s like you said: I talk about everything wrong back home, but I do nothing about it.
Dorian: All my talk of how terribly wrong things are back home, but what do I do about it? Nothing.

[What brought this on?] How does this relate to the elven temple?
Dorian: That elf, Abelas. He said the Imperium wasn’t what destroyed the elves. My people would never accept that. It would reduce us to scavengers, destroy our legacy no matter how terrible. But we should accept it, take our history down a peg, confront the legacy hanging over us like a shroud. Maybe not all of us want to, but that could be altered. If you can change minds, so can I.
Dorian: It was history, right there, staring us in the face. You encountered ancient elves. A piece of history, something the Imperium didn’t destroy. Maybe my people can atone for what we’ve done. There is something still left to restore.

[What about us?] You would just leave? What about…?
Dorian: Yes, I’m aware I said I would stay. It’s simply…
Dorian: Us? Trust me, amatus, it would give me no pleasure to leave your side.
Dorian: You make monumental decisions affecting the entire world. How can I not consider some of my own?

[I could go with you.] Why don’t I go with you?
Dorian: Take you away from all this? I can’t ask that of you.
Inquisitor: You don’t have to ask. I’m offering.
Dorian: Tempting. We both know you would end up doing it all yourself. As much as watching my homeland beaten into submission would amuse me, this is something I need to do.

[I need you here.] I need you at my side. Now more than ever.
Dorian: Emotional blackmail is a fine thing to pull out of your arsenal.
Inquisitor: But I didn’t…
Dorian: (Laughs.) I’m joking. I’ll think about it. Closely.

[I need you here.] To face what’s coming next, I need people at my side I trust. I need you.
Dorian: I’ll… consider it. Carefully, I promise.

[I understand, if you must go.] If… that’s what you have to do, I understand.
Dorian: There you go, breaking my heart.
Dorian: (Sighs.) That’s a relief.
Dorian: This is your fault, remember. You inspired me with your marvelous antics.

[I was hoping you’d stay.] You wouldn’t consider staying? With me?
Dorian: Of course I would consider it.

[Doing nothing as usual.] Of course you do nothing. That’s typical, isn’t it?
Dorian: That’s what I intend to change.

[You came here to help.] You’re not doing nothing, Dorian. You came here. You’re fighting with us.
Dorian: Thank you for saying that. I want to do more than stop Corypheus, however. I want to save my home.

[You could do great things.] Someone with your impeccable taste could transform Tevinter.
Dorian: I hope you’re right. You usually are.

[Just go, then.] If that’s what you want to do, then go.
Dorian: Hmm. I thought you’d care more, honestly.
Dorian: It would bring me no pleasure to leave, but I must.
Dorian: No, I didn’t think it mattered to you. It might surprise you to know that you’re the one who inspired me.
Dorian: You’re shaping the world… for good or ill. How could I aspire to do any less? If it means proving that Tevinter can be better, that there’s hope even for my homeland? I would do anything.

Dorian: I was passing through the hall this morning, and a serving girl saw me and squealed. Actually squealed. Dropped her laundry and everything. Such a mess. She was completely breathless. “You were at the battle with the Evil One, weren’t you?” I didn’t even get a chance to answer. She hugged me. Hugged me. This is your influence.

[You’re a hero.] That’s what happens when you’re a hero.
Dorian: Is that so? Must be why it’s so unfamiliar.

[You enjoy it.] Admit it. You’re having a ball.
Dorian: I don’t trust camaraderie. All these people smiling, buying me drinks… it’s unnatural.

[It won’t last.] Just wait. The notoriety won’t last long.
Dorian: You, they’ll remember. Me, one day I’ll be that piece of minutia they use to trip up aspiring historians.

[You wanted to help.] You wanted to stay and help, remember?
Dorian: I do remember. I didn’t think it would mean people touching me.

Dorian: Mind you, I can’t say I hate the notion of being “the good Tevinter.” “I suppose you can’t all be evil bastards.” The blacksmith said that, and he spat when we first met. I hope my father hears. He will shit his smallclothes from shock, I swear.

[I’m glad you’re here.] I’m happy you’re here, after all that’s happened…
Dorian: I fully expected to die. It would have been thematically appropriate. And you! You could have been a martyr! Oh, the songs they would have composed.
Inquisitor: There will still be songs.
Dorian: Yes, but they won’t have the same gravitas. We’ll just have to be satisfied with being alive. And together.

Dorian: I’ve decided to return to Tevinter. Perhaps not right away—too many interesting things here.
Dorian: I’ve decided to stay with the Inquisition. For now.

[You’re a good example.] You’re an example of how noble Tevinter could be.

Dorian: For southerners, maybe. Back home they’ll be rolling their eyes behind their fans. Meanwhile they’ll conveniently forget the bastards who wanted Corypheus ruling us all.

[Will you be leaving?] Will you be returning to Tevinter now?
Dorian: Soon. For the moment, there’s too many interesting things here just to up and go. Inquisitor: Interesting things?
Dorian: Such as my best and only friend. My homeland calls, but… I’m not ready to leave just yet.

Dorian: Plus there’s you. It’ll be hard enough to leave, but I certainly won’t until I’m through with you.
Inquisitor: Or I’m through with you.
Dorian: Oh, please. We both know that won’t happen.

Dorian: Plus, what would you do without me?
Inquisitor: How will I ever know unless you go?
Dorian: Oh, clever. See? I keep your wits sharp.

Dorian: (Chuckles.) Don’t worry. I’ll be out of your hair soon enough.
Dorian: No, actually. I was thinking of sticking around… for a while. Inquisitor: You will?
Dorian: I know you’d rather I left. I will, eventually. For now I’m rather enjoying the South.
Dorian: Tevinter lacks the presence of my best and only friend. It’ll keep.
Dorian: There’s no you in Tevinter. What else matters?
Dorian: Absolutely. There’s too much fun to be had, and really—what would you do without me?

Inquisitor: I see.
Dorian: As I recall, we left a conversation hanging. I’d hate to leave before we finished it.

[Thank you for your help.] I appreciate everything you’ve done for us.
Dorian: You do? That’s a surprise.

Dorian: This from the man with whom I spend my nights. Such elaborate praise.
Inquisitor: You know what I mean.
Dorian: I do. I’m just glad I managed to survive. Rather unexpected, all things considered.

Dorian: So you should. Being appreciated is a nice change of pace, though. I’m also pleased to come out of it alive. I wasn’t expecting that.
Inquisitor: You thought you’d die?
Dorian: Didn’t you? The hero dies in all the best stories. Anything else just sounds so implausible.

THE DESCENT

Dorian: Is it me, or is this the slowest lift ever constructed?
Inquisitor: It’s better than climbing down.
Dorian: I could do with some music. Something with a flute.

Valta: But I was asked to change a fact that someone important merely found inconvenient.
Dorian: Understandable. Yesterday’s all the rage is today’s embarrassment.

Renn: You can see their torches.
Dorian: Even dark spawn appreciate a little mood lighting.

Dorian: I don’t wish to alarm anyone but I believe we’ve all gone blind.
Dorian: Look at that. Like stars at night.
Dorian: If she wants to stay, that’s her business. I’d like to see the sun again.

TRESPASSER

Some Dude: Orlais is on your side, Lord Pavus. The Inquisition's support is not a thing to lose lightly.
Dorian: Which is why the Orlesian court is circling it with a net and collar?
Dorian: But you'll have to excuse me! I see an old friend I must greet.

Dorian: Amatus! Wading through all the pomp and circumstance, I see.
[Good to see you.]
[You sound bored.]
[How are things here?]
[I'm waiting for the kiss.] You're back after being away in Tevinter for a month, and this is how you greet me?
Dorian: I have an apology ready.

Dorian: Inquisitor! How long has it been? Don't actually tell me, I despite feeling old.
Dorian: It's good to see you, my friend.

Inquisitor: What have you learned about this council?
Dorian: Orlais wants the Inquisition tamed, Ferelden wants it gone, the Chantry meddles, and Tevinter sends but one ambassador. That's me, by the way. A "reward for my interest in the South."
Dorian:: Thankfully, "Ambassador Pavus" is a token appointment. Call on me as you like.

Dorian: We'll be an actual faction in the Magisterium. I'll teach them manners. Take them shopping. It'll be fun!

[What about us?] ?
[I'm sorry about your father.] I know it was complicated, but I'm sorry about your father.
Dorian: Thank you. It still doesn't feel real.

[I wish you well.]
[You don't have to do anything.]
[There's nothing to say.]

Dorian: Now, now, don't pout. They'll put that expression on a statue, and then you'll be sorry.
Inquisitor: You think this is funny?
Dorian: Nothing about this is funny. I am sorry, for what it's worth.

Dorian: Cold stone, dark tunnels, and surrounded by extremely hostile Qunari.
Dorian: Not the place I would have chosen for a romantic homecoming, amatus.
Inquisitor: I’m just happy you’re back. It was hard being on my own again for so long.
Dorian: Well, yes. Being deprived of me for so long would test anyone.
Inquisitor: Wandering into peril is practically how we met.
Dorian: Oh, yes. Practically a second honeymoon.
Inquisitor: We’ll spend time someplace nicer when we get through this. I promise.
Dorian: A promise, is it? Don’t think I’ll forget.
Dorian: Halamshiral’s guest suites are legendary. I’ve always wanted to try a wyvern-down bed. Can Josephine arrange something?

Vivienne: Solas was the only one who ever pretended to understand the Anchor, but we all know it's dangerous.
Dorian: We should take a look at it. Maybe between the two of us, Vivienne and I can find some way to slow it down.

Thom: You can practically feel it, can't you? All that rock hanging above your head.
Thom: Maker, I hate fighting underground.
Dorian: And you wanted to become a Grey Warden?
Thom: Did you want to join the magisters?
Dorian: No, but I can’t walk away from the Magisterium. There are responsibilities I…
Dorian: Oh, I see. Very clever. Look at us both taking on the burdens of life, et cetera.
Thom: It’s not so bad. One of us will spend his life fighting against howling, relentless monsters…
Dorian: (sighs) And you’ll be fighting darkspawn.
Thom: I know which I prefer, Pavus.

Vivienne: Look at all of this! What a pity.
Dorian: The destruction of the library? It's a tragic waste.
Vivienne: Actually, I meant the elves. To build an entire empire on the foundation of magic...
So did the Imperium. Although we haven't reached the "entire libraries in the Fade" stage. Yet.
Vivienne: The elves trusted completely that the world as it was would never change. This rubble is the legacy of that trust.
Vivienne: I know you want to save the Imperium, but be careful, Dorian darling. If it crumbles beneath you, be ready to jump.
Dorian: I always am.

Dorian: Look at this place. Now that we have so many samples...how hard would it be to build eluvians of our own?
Iron Bull: No.
Dorian: But think of the—
Iron Bull: Nope!
Varric: I knew this apostate in Kirkwall you would've gotten along with like a house on fire.
Sera: Dorian, how about you not be so Tevinter about the ancient bullshit?
Cole: Mirrors to places, that mirror what you've seen in those places.
Dorian: Is that approval? Hard to tell with you.
Cole: You want to bring some good, a piece of the past that aches to think it's lost.
Dorian: After these past few years, it would just be good to create something magical that is also helpful for a change.
Thom: Trust you to think of something like this when you’re trying to help.
Vivienne: Or make a fruitless chase for Tevinter's lost glory?
Dorian: Come, now. We could visit each other on a whim! Think how much fun life would be if I were always a step away!
Vivienne: My dear lord Pavus, the mind practically reels.
Thom: I don’t think I have the strength.
Cassandra: Is that wise?
Dorian: If I get round to it, I'll send you an eluvian, Cassandra. Striking women can never be flattered by too many reflections.
Cassandra: (laughs) If you get around to it, shall I be forced to accept?
Dorian: If they're going to stuff me into politics, I've got to have some fun on the side.

Dorian: Leliana told us about your little pyrotechnic display during your last chat.
Dorian: Why didn't you say something? I could have...I don't know, something!
Inquisitor: Whatever happens, I wouldn't trade the years we've had together for anything.
Inquisitor: I love you.
Dorian: I knew you would break my heart, you bloody bastard.

Inquisitor: We all knew this was probably our last time out together. Let's make it a good one.
Dorian: Enjoy me while you can. I expect you'll all miss me terribly later.