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Aedan Cousland's dialogue contains a list of his remarks and conversations he has with his companions.

Dragon Age: OriginsEdit

Aedan's remarks Edit

  • (Encountering beasts) Let us dispatch them, and quickly!
  • (Fighting beasts) These creatures have no true reason to fight us!
  • (Encountering darkspawnThe darkspawn have sensed us!
  • (Fighting darkspawn) There! More of the fiends ahead!
  • (Spotting a dragonIt's incredible...!
  • (Encountering a dragon) Dragons are not to be toyed with!
  • (Fighting a dragon) We must be careful against this.
  • (Fighting undead) Do not let them overwhelm us!
  • (Fighting demonsThese things can have unusual powers. Be wary!

Combat comments Edit

Any

  • For the Couslands!
  • Have you no concern for your own existence?
  • If we must fight, let us do it quickly!

Kills an Enemy

  • Foolish!
  • Good! Another down.
  • It is a fine thing we've done.
  • Most excellent!
  • Our skill has won the day!

Low Health

  • I need assistance!
  • I need healing!
  • This isn't good―I'm wounded!

Low Health (Companions)

  • (Alistair) Hang on there, Alistair!
  • (Dog) No one hurts my mabari!
  • (Leliana) Leliana's in trouble!
  • (Leliana - romanced) No! Not on my watch!
  • (Morrigan) Fall back, Morrigan!
  • (Oghren) Aid the dwarf!
  • (Oghren) We must help Oghren!
  • (Shale) Shale needs our help!
  • (Shale) Don't get too overconfident, Shale!
  • (Sten) Help the Qunari!
  • (Wynne) Help Wynne!
  • (Zevran) Don't get too ahead of yourself, Zevran!

Fallen companions

  • (Alistair) You better not be dead, Alistair!
  • (Dog) How dare you!
  • (Leliana) Leliana is down!
  • (Leliana - romanced) No! Don't be dead! Please!
  • (Leliana - romanced) I'll make sure you suffer for that!
  • (Morrigan) Morrigan!
  • (Morrigan) Morrigan has fallen!
  • (Oghren) Oghren's in danger!
  • (Shale) The golem is down!
  • (Wynne) Wynne is hurt!
  • (Zevran) Why am I not surprised?

Location comments Edit

  • (Denerim) Ah, Denerim. The crown jewel of Ferelden. If you want to purchase the finest quality-based goods, find a place to drink, or whatever tickles your fancy... this is it.
  • (Fade) This place feels... wrong. Come. We must find a way out.
  • (Lothering) These people have only moments to escape the brunt of the darkspawn horde. Let's hope that they make it out in time.
  • (Lothering) Bandits, looters... There are people who will always try to take advantage of the chaos.
  • (Soldier's Keep) The Veil is thin here, just like it was back in the Circle Tower. Which means that demons could be lurking nearby. Tread carefully, everyone.
  • (Soldier's Keep) Ugh, the smell!
  • (Soldier's Keep - after killing Sophia Dryden) Whatever Sophia Dryden once was in life, she is long since dead. The demon possessing her body merely clung to the remains of a relic that should've been faded to dust.
  • (Temple of Sacred Ashes - conversing with the Guardian)
    • Guardian: You abandoned your father and mother, leaving them in the hands of Rendon Howe, knowing he would show no mercy.
    • Aedan: How do you know of my past?
    • Guardian: Your path is laid out before me and plain to see―in the lines of your face and the scars on your heart. Do you believe you failed your parents?
    • Aedan: I... yes. I wasn't fast enough to save them, nor was I even capable of protecting anyone from Howe's treachery.
    • Guardian: Thank you. That is all I wished to know.

Aedan's comments about companionsEdit

  • Alistair: Despite his seniority as a Warden, he appears to have a bad habit of deflecting numerous inquiries with humor. A typical defensive mechanism. My headaches are always mounting.
  • Alistair: (after Alistair's heritage is revealed) Alistair is full of surprises. The bastard son of King Maric. Whether he wishes it or not, he'll no doubt play an instrumental role in shaping Ferelden.
  • Leliana: I find it difficult to believe that a mere Chantry lay sister would be more than capable of holding her own. Given the way she carries herself, it's possible that Leliana might be more than what she is. But for now, I'll reserve judgment until the puzzle pieces fall into place.
  • Leliana: (after revealing her past life) Bard's are known for their subterfuge, capable of blending into their surroundings. Leliana's talents make her an exceptional asset to the team. Though I do believe that she yearns to put her past life behind her and start anew, something I think she already has.
  • Leliana: (romanced) We are doing well, thank you. I wouldn't have guessed that Leli and I would one day become so... close, considering everything that's been going on all around us. But I don't regret it one bit. Even in our darkest days when things are going badly, there's always a ray of light.

Aedan and AlistairEdit

  • Alistair: You know, one good thing about the Blight is how it brings people together.
  • Aedan: You are very strange individual.
  • Alistair: Well, you're not the first one to actually tell me that. Wait, we haven't met, have we? I don't suppose you happen to be another mage?
  • Aedan: No, I am not.
  • Alistair: Less being yelled at for me, then. Though the day is still young.

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  • Aedan: So how did you become a Warden?
  • Alistair: Same way you did. You drink some blood, you choke on it and pass out. You haven't forgotten already, have you?
  • Aedan: (Sarcastically) Very funny. I meant before that.
  • Alistair: Let's see, I was in the Chantry before. I trained for many years to become a templar, in fact. That's where I learned most of may skills.
  • Aedan: That explains your martial skills, but you don't typically stand out as the religious sort.
  • Alistair: You're telling me. I was banished to the kitchens to scour the pots more times than I can count. 

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(After Alistair's heritage is revealed)

  • Aedan: Alistair, why did you choose to keep your birthright a secret from all of us?
  • Alistair: You never asked?
  • Aedan: Well that's a cheap answer.
  • Alistair: (Sighs.) All right, if you want the full explanation, I'll give it to you. The thing is, I'm used to not telling anyone who didn't already know. It was always a secret. Even Duncan was the only Grey Warden who knew. And then after the battle when I should have told you... I don't know. It seemed like it was too late by then. How do you just tell someone that?
  • Aedan: You must have known the truth was bound to come out eventually.
  • Alistair: I... I should have told you anyway. It was important for you to know. I guess part of me liked you not knowing.
  • Aedan: And what do you think would technically happen when people find out you're King Maric's son?
  • Alistair: They treat me differently. I become the bastard prince to them instead of just Alistair. I know that must sound stupid to you, but I hate that it's shaped my entire life. I never wanted it, and I certainly don't want to be king. The very idea of it terrifies me.
  • Aedan: You probably don't have a choice in the matter.
  • Alistair: You can say that again. I don't think I've ever had a choice in the matter. Right from when I was born, all my choices have been made for me. I guess I should be thankful that Arl Eamon is far more likely to inherit the throne. If he's all right. I hope he's all right. For what it's worth, I'm sorry for not telling you sooner. I... I guess I was just hoping that you would like me for who I am. It was a dumb thing to do.
  • Aedan: Then I suppose there's no harm done. Just don't keep anything else hidden from now on.

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(Upon completing The Arl of Redcliffe)

  • Alistair: Now that we're back at the camp, I want to talk about what happened. At Redciffe.
  • Aedan: What's on your mind?
  • Alistair: I just wanted to thank you. You went out of your way to save the arl's family and you did it, even though it would have been easier not to. There's been so much death and destruction, it... well, it makes me feel good that at least we were able to save something, no matter how small. I owed the arl that much.
  • Aedan: I know. If we can manage to stop the Blight, we'll be able to save much more without having to compromise our morality.
  • Alistair: You're right. Hopefully by that time there's still enough of Ferelden left to save. Good. Now that the warm, fuzzy part of the day is over with we can get back to the ritual dismemberments. Oh, wait, it's not Tuesday, is it?

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(When Aedan is romancing Leliana)

  • Alistair: I notice you and her have become... close. Am I right? The rest of us have talked about it.
  • Aedan: I beg your pardon? You... talk about us behind our backs?
  • Alistair: You think we have better things to do than gossip about you? You give us far too much credit. Is it true or not?
  • Aedan: Fine! Yes, we have a connection. Does that satisfy your curiosity?
  • Alistair: I thought so. Well... I hope you know what you're doing.

Aedan and LelianaEdit

  • Aedan: So, Leliana, about this vision of yours...
  • Leliana: I knew this would come up sooner or later. (Sighs.) I don't know how to explain, but I had a dream... In it there was an impenetrable darkness... it was so dense, so real. And there was a noise, a terrible, ungodly noise... I stood on a peak and watched as the darkness consumed everything... and when the storm swallowed the last of the sun's light, I... I fell, and the darkness drew me in...
  • Aedan: You mean you dreamed of the Blight?
  • Leliana: I suppose I did. That was what the darkness was, no? When I woke, I went to the Chantry's gardens, as I always do. But the day, the rosebush in the corner had flowered. Everyone knew that bush was dead. It was grey and twisted and gnarled―the ugliest thing you ever saw, but there is was―a single, beautiful rose. It was as though the Maker stretched out His hand to say; "Even in the midst of this darkness, there is hope and beauty. Have faith."
  • Aedan: And this one dream made you want to help me?
  • Leliana: In my dream, I fell, or... or maybe I jumped... I'd do anything to stop the Blight. I know that we can do it. There are so many good things in the Maker's world. How can I sit by while the Blight devours... everything?
  • Aedan: Even so, you are well aware of what the Chantry teachings describe? "Those who bring harm without provocation to the least of His children are hated and accursed by the Maker," Transfigurations 1:1-5.
  • Leliana: He is still here; I hear him in the wind and the waves, I feel Him in the sunlight that warms my skin. I know what the Chantry says about the Maker, and what should I believe? What I feel in my heart, or what others tell me?
  • Aedan: I suppose I couldn't sit by and watch, either. Believe what feels right to you.
  • Leliana: Thank you. It's nice to find someone who agrees. I know what I know, and no one will ever make that untrue.

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  • Aedan: Tell me, what was someone like you doing in Lothering's Chantry?
  • Leliana: What is meant by "someone like me?"
  • Aedan: You know, a beautiful charming woman like yourself.
  • Leliana: And there are no beautiful, charming women in the cloisters, you think? Oh, you would be wrong. There were many lovely young initiates in the Lothering cloister―all of them chaste and virtuous. Ah, it added to their mystique. Because then... then they were forbidden, and forbidden fruit is the sweeter, no?
  • Aedan: Surely you jest. Those initiates couldn't have been more lovely than you.
  • Leliana: Flatterer. I, however, did not take vows and so perhaps I am not as enigmatic? The Chantry provides succor and safe harbor to all who seek it. I chose to stay and become affirmed.
  • Aedan: Meaning?
  • Leliana: We affirm our belief in the Maker, in Andraste and the Chant, but other than that, there are no vows taken.
  • Aedan: So your skills were learned before your time in the Chantry?
  • Leliana: I was a traveling minstrel, in Orlais. Tales and songs were my life. I performed, and they rewarded me with applause and coin. And my skill in battle... well, you pick up different skills when you travel, yes? Yes, of course. Er... let's move on.

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  • Aedan: Why did you decide to come to Ferelden, Leliana?
  • Leliana: My mother was from Denerim and I consider myself a Fereldan. Mother served an Orlesian noblewoman who lived here when Orlais ruled. When Orlais was defeated and the common folk began to resent the presence of any Orlesian, the lady returned to Orlais. She took my mother with her. I was born in Orlais, and did not set foot in Ferelden until much later. Mother was always telling me stories of her homeland; I think she missed it.
  • Aedan: What happened to your mother?
  • Leliana: Mother died when I was very young. Lady Cecilie let me stay with her. I had no one else. She was quite old then, and she had me study music and dance to entertain her. It is unfair, that I have more memories of Cecilie than my mother.
  • Aedan: What was Cecilie like?
  • Leliana: She was an elderly lady, very refined and proper. She had impeccable manners and taste, more so than most Orlesian ladies. Cecilie was also kind. My mother was unmarried and with child. It was scandalous, and Cecilie had every right to turn my mother out. She didn't. Strangely, the only thing I really remember of Mother was her scent. She kept dried flowers in her closet, amongst her clothes. Small, white Ferelden wildflowers with a sweet fragrance. Mother called them Andraste's Grace. They were very rare in Orlais. But enough about that. Let us move on.

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  • Aedan: Do you miss anything about Orlais?
  • Leliana: I miss Val Royeaux. Unlike other cities, where the people are the life-blood and the character, Val Royeaux was her own person, and her people little more than decorations. There was always music in Val Royeaux, streaming from the many windows―quite refrains and triumphant choruses... And always, floating above that all, the Chant, coming from the Grand Cathedral. It was magnificent.
  • Aedan: Anything else? There must have been something that must have stood out from the others.
  • Leliana: Oh, it would take me a day or two to talk about the many splendors of Orlais―her golden fields, her lush meadows... Of course, there are good things and bad things about Orlais, like anywhere else. Sometimes I miss it dearly, and sometimes I am glad I am rid of it. And you will laugh at this but I miss the fine things I had in Orlais.
  • Aedan: Such as?
  • Leliana: Dresses...fine dresses and furs. And shoes, of course. One can't mingle with nobility with bad shoes, you see. Orlais is very fashionable. Almost ridiculously so. Ahh... but the shoes. Living with those ridiculous trends was worth it for the shoes.
  • Aedan: That's it? Shoes? What makes them so unique, specifically?
  • Leliana: Well, they're... they're shoes. They're pretty. Some of them anyway. When I left Orlais, the fashion was shoes with delicate, tapered heels and embellishments in the front―a ribbon perhaps, or embroidery. In soft colors of course; it was spring.
  • Aedan: That's... a bit much. Wouldn't those be hard to walk in?
  • Leliana: I wouldn't want to run, or have to enter into battle, but for lounging in a lady's sitting room? Perfect. I had my eye on a pair my shoemaker was working on. It was covered in pale blue silk, with amber beads on the toe. The shoes made in Orlais were exquisite. Not at all like these clunky fur-lined leather boots you have in Ferelden. Ugh... just look at them.
  • Aedan: You don’t need fancy shoes to make you beautiful.
  • Leliana: I... th-thank you. It's kind of you to say so, even wearing these mud-covered horrors. They're sturdy shoes, but sometimes, a girl just wants to have pretty feet. Oh, I could take about shoes all day, but we have things to do, don't we?

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(After completing Leliana's Past)

  • Aedan: Leliana, back in Denerim... Are you feeling better about what happened with Marjolaine?
  • Leliana: Yes... a little better. Time heals all wounds, so they say. Scars remain but they are just... colors in the painting that is my life, no?
  • Aedan: You've been through so much, Leliana. I just wanted to make sure you were all right.
  • Leliana: I wish things had happened differently but knowing her and knowing me, I don't think it could have. We had good times though, and I look back on those fondly. Whatever happened after will never change the truth of the past.
  • Aedan: You know you can talk to me if you need to.
  • Leliana: It's not so bad. Look, now I have new friends, a new family... in spite of it all, life... life is good.
  • Aedan: She was special to you, wasn't she?
  • Leliana: Yes, once, a long time ago. She was a worldly woman and there was so much she knew and was willing to share with me. I would have done anything for her, once.
  • Aedan: I'm sorry it ended so badly. Marjolaine didn't truly deserve you.
  • Leliana: She used to be different. Happier, I think. She loved music... and had a weakness for sugary cakes... Maybe she was always lying about who she was, or maybe she changed over the years.
  • Aedan: You miss her, don't you?
  • Leliana: I do, and I probably always will. I will just... move on. And I... I think I have. You are how she used to be, years ago―a joy to be around, a constant companion and a listening ear in times of need.
  • Aedan: I know it probably doesn't mean that much, but I can only hope to one day be as special as she was to you.
  • Leliana: My dearest one... I think that day has already come and gone. I have never regretted leaving Orlais. I do not regret any of the pain, the anger, the loneliness, because it brought me to you. And I... love you. It's so wonderful to say that to someone again. Oh, but people are starting to look at me strangely. We will speak of this again, I promise.

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(Before the final battle)

  • Leliana: So, this is it... this is the end. We've come so far. It's strange knowing that all our fates will be decided in a matter of hours. I wish I could go with you.
  • Aedan: As do I, Leli, but... It's probably best this way. Please try to understand.
  • Leliana: I know. I respect your decision to keep me safe, and I thank you. I just wish I could be there to watch over you, if nothing else. But whatever happens I... I will always treasure the time we shared. No darkspawn, no Archdemon, will ever take that from me. You are my Grey Warden, and our savior. Win this war for us, my love, and... come home.
  • Aedan: I promise.

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(After the final battle)

  • Leliana: So here we are. The conquering hero has won the day, and now he takes his bow and exits the stage. A fine ending.
  • Aedan: Ah, but doesn't the hero get his girl?
  • Leliana: (Laughs.) Yes. Yes, he most certainly does. You know, I can't help now but think of my vision. The Maker sent me to help you, and look what you did. It's a miracle; it truly is. So... if I heard right, you'll be staying here in Denerim. As it so happens, my plan is to do exactly the same thing.
  • Aedan: As it should be. So long as I have you here at my side, I don't care what happens next.
  • Leliana: (Giggles.) Glad we worked that out then. At any rate, I should let you get back to your celebration before someone drags you away. I look forward to seeing you again afterwards.

Aedan and MorriganEdit

  • Aedan: So I understand that you spent most of your days growing up in the Korcari Wilds, Morrigan?
  • Morrigan: Why do you ask me such question? I do not probe you for pointless information, do I?
  • Aedan: If I'm prodding, then never mind.
  • Morrigan: (Sighs.) Have it your way. What is it you asked? If I "grew up" in the Wilds? A curious question. Where else would you picture me? For many years it was simply Flemeth and I. The Wilds and its creatures were more real to me than Flemeth's tales of the world of man. In time, I grew curious. I left the Wilds to explore what lay beyond? Never for long. Brief forays into a civilized wilderness.
  • Aedan: And during that time you remained unnoticed?
  • Morrigan: For the most part. Flemeth taught me well. For all that I had been taught, however, the truth of the civilized lands proved to be... overwhelming. I was unfamiliar with so much. So confident and bold was I, yet there was much that Flemeth could never have prepared me for.
  • Aedan: A bold, yet daring move. That sounds like it describes you perfectly.
  • Morrigan: (Laughs.) Equal parts daring and foolhardy, perhaps. Only once was I accused of being a Witch of the Wilds, and that by a Chasind who happened to be traveling with a merchant caravan. He pointed and gasped and began shouting in his strange language, and most assumed he was casting some curse upon me. I acted the terrified girl, and naturally he was arrested.
  • Aedan: That was quick thinking.
  • Morrigan: Men are always willing to believe two things about a woman; one, that she is weak, and two, that she finds him attractive. I played the weakling and batted my eyelashes at the captain of the guard. Child's play. The point being that I was able to move through human lands fairly easily. Whatever humans think a Witch of the Wilds looks like, 'tis not I.

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  • Morrigan: (Chuckles.) You are very cute to ask so many questions.
  • Aedan: And I find your attempts at being rather evasive to my inquires to be quite charming.
  • Morrigan: Really? Perhaps we should be wrapped in ribbons and adorned with flowers, so cute are we two. (Laughs.)

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(After completing Flemeth's Real Grimoire)

  • Aedan: So Flemeth is dead. What do you intend to do now?
  • Morrigan: Now I have time enough to study Mother's grimoire to find a way to prevent her from stealing my body in the future. For she will be back. One day. I have no doubt of that. And if I cannot protect myself, one day I will track her down again in whatever body she inhabits... and she will die again, and again, if need be. But there is no need to think of such things now. I have you to thank for saving me, so let us... return to the task of dealing with the darkspawn, no?
  • Aedan: As you wish. Just... understand that should you ever require my aid, Morrigan, whether it is now or sometime in the near future, you can rest assured that I will come.
  • Morrigan: You... too much could happen in days to come to... make such promises. Yet I am... grateful. Let us go. There is much to be done before... there is still much to be done.

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(When Aedan is romancing Leliana)

  • Morrigan: Do you realize that you have been smiling for hours now?
  • Aedan: Have I now? I thought I was being rather discreet.
  • Morrigan: Since the last time you and that girl show glances at each other, in fact. I cannot imagine what you begin to see in her. I hope at least the dalliance is worthwhile?
  • Aedan: Well, well. Does that mean you're telling me you're actually jealous, Morrigan?
  • Morrigan: Should I be? (Chuckles.) I know what I am missing, after all. 'Tis a bit sickening to watch you two, but I imagine it at least takes your mind from our... situation. Have it your way.

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  • Morrigan: 'Tis a curious thing. I do not know how else to describe it.
  • Aedan: You seem troubled.
  • Morrigan: Perhaps, if that's how you see it. I am reminded of our first meeting in the Wilds. I had been in animal form for some time, watching your progress. I knew immediately that you were far more formidable than the other men you traveled with. I found you intriguing. Yet I resented it when Flemeth assigned me to travel with you. I assumed that, at best, you would drive me from your company as soon as we left the Wilds.
  • Aedan: We are friends, Morrigan. Is that so strange to you?
  • Morrigan: And that is the part I don't understand. I have been with men physically, those who lusted after me and even professed love... but friendship with a man? I did not know 'twas even possible. Tell me, could there ever be anything more... between you and I? Have you ever considered it?
  • Aedan: Maybe. In another life.
  • Morrigan: Except there is another. I understand. Still, 'tis good to think that we are friends. Of all the things I could have imagined when Flemeth told me to go with you, this would be the very last. I want you to know that while I may not always prove... worthy... of your friendship, I will always value it. But enough of such idle talk. There are more useful things to be done, surely.

Aedan and OghrenEdit

  • Oghren: (Sighs.) Give me a moment.
  • Aedan: Is everything all right, ser dwarf?
  • Oghren: Of course everything's all right! Psht! Just give me one sodding moment. By the Stone, I feel like I'm about to fall off the world with all that sky up there.
  • Aedan: Well, take your time if you must. Just remember that I need you prepped and ready to fight soon.
  • Oghren: If I could fight Randar Vollney's second after downing fifteen lichen-ales in half an hour, I'm not going to be put off by a high sodding ceiling. Well, let's get moving. We're losing... whatchacallit? Daylight.

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  • Oghren: Come to talk to ol' Oghren, have you? Don't know why.
  • Aedan: Excuse me?
  • Oghren: Nothing. I'm fine. Just. Got a hornet in my eye, is all.

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  • Aedan: Oghren, what are you doing?
  • Oghren: Pull up a drink, Warden. Join me in my sodding hole.
  • Aedan: I take it something's been bothering you as of late.
  • Oghren: Nah. Just tired, is all.

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  • Aedan: What happened back at the Dead Trenches was pretty rough, Oghren. Are you sure you're fine with what happened with Branka?
  • Oghren: Oh, sure, I'm fine with it. I mean, she was a real firebrand between the sheets, but a bit soft in the skull, you know what I mean? Explains why she left, anyway.
  • Aedan: You appear to be handling this debacle pretty well. More than might be wise.
  • Oghren: Handling what? Branka? Psht. That treasure's been long buried. Ancestors take me, you people whine like teakettles around here.

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  • Aedan: Any word from Orzammar? You must miss it.
  • Oghren: Aye, I do. A bit. A little bit.
  • Aedan: Do you ever want to go back there once the Blight up here has been dealt with?
  • Oghren: The only way I'd go back is if they all lined up to kiss my ass and didn't care if they lost their caste for doing it. Hm. Actually, that might be nice. But I can't go back now. I'd rather die then be casteless in Orzammar. I guess I'd rather be a useless lump of a dwarf out here than a useless lump of a dwarf back there.
  • Aedan: Don't be absurd, Oghren. You are not some useless dwarf who assumes his honor as a warrior is long gone. So don't even think for a moment that you are, because you're not.
  • Oghren: Nice of you, Warden. But I know what side of the house the loo is on. Hey, let's go find something to kill, huh? All this talk makes my hands twitchy.

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  • Oghren: There you are. I was thinking, we've been through a lot together now. We're like old war buddies.
  • Aedan: The feeling is mutual, Oghren.
  • Oghren: So I figured, why not invite you to share a drink? A drink from my own stash, my family's recipe and dedicated to my comrades-in-arms.
  • Aedan: A challenge to see who can guzzle down the most spirits? You're on!
  • Oghren: (Laughs.) Yes! The Warden steps up! You handled that like a champion, my friend. (Laughs.) Most impressive! How do you feel?
  • Aedan: (Coughs.) Was there even any alcohol in there?
  • Oghren: (Laughs.) That's the spirit! I-I just wanted to tell you, after all we've been through, you're like family to me. Closest thing I've had in years.
  • Aedan: As are you, my friend. As are you.
  • Oghren: Aw, Warden. I do believe I'm getting all misty-eyed. But that could be because those beans are getting chatty, if you know what I mean.

Aedan and ShaleEdit

  • Shale: (Sighs.)
  • Aedan: Alright, what's with the heavy sighs lately?
  • Shale: Oh? That. Merely reflecting on the hopeless nature of the task in front of it. The most likely outcome is the it and its companions will become a stain on some rock for the darkspawn to tread upon. I shall be moved to a single tear by the tragedy.
  • Aedan: Glad to know you care, at least.
  • Shale: It's true. One single tear, and then its off to the north, I think. Or maybe west? I haven't decided. What's that? Did it hear flapping wings? There may be pigeons nearby, we should be alert!

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  • Aedan: I'm told you killed your former master.
  • Shale: Did I not already tell it that I do not remember doing such? I remember having a master. My memories of what happened to him... are vague.
  • Aedan: And you expect me to believe that?
  • Shale: (Sighs.) So some belabored description is now called for, is it? Oh, very well. My former master enjoyed experimenting upon me. I remember that much. There was... tinkering with spells, and then the crystals. He was very eager to alter my function, I think.
  • Aedan: Alter you? Why? You're fine as you are.
  • Shale: Flattery? And obvious flattery, too. I feel warm and fuzzy inside. He possessed my control rod, and back then it would have prevented me from doing anything he did not command me to. No matter how I might have wished to. So what happened? I am unsure. He was experimenting and then... nothing.
  • Aedan: So what? He hit the button that said "kill me" by accident?
  • Shale: Oh, ho, ho, it does like to laugh, does it? But who knows? I may have such a thing.

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  • Aedan: So you watch that village in Honnleath day and night? For years?
  • Shale: I do not sleep. So, yes... and I thank it for reminding me. Try to imagine, if it will, what it would be like to be surrounded by nothing but boring peasants, all oblivious to it.
  • Aedan: When you put it that way, I suppose that would be rather horrid.
  • Shale: And then there were the birds! A whole village full of pigeons and ravens and sparrows all perching on me day in and day out!

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(After completing A Golem's Memories)

  • Aedan: So, Shale... you're female? I had no idea to be honest.
  • Shale: I did not think it needed to be said. It has never told me what gender it is, has it?
  • Aedan: Fair point. If you can clearly see, I'm a man.
  • Shale: Good for it. I am certain that to other creatures as soft and weak as itself that would be perfectly obvious. The truth is that whatever fender I was is irrelevant now. I am a golem. I have no gender. It will not become an issue?
  • Aedan: No, of course not.
  • Shale: It is irrelevant to me. Now, let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

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  • Shale: I have watched a lot of humans in my time. It should be aware that I have decided that it is... not much like any of them.
  • Aedan: I assume that was meant to be a compliment. If that's the case, I'll accept it. Thank you, Shale.
  • Shale: Surely it must come from some superior lineage, yes? Some breed of flesh creature that has decided to elevate its genetic stock above its natural shortcomings?
  • Aedan: Of course. My father was the Teyrn of Highever, just north of here.
  • Shale: Oh? Then that must be it. I knew there had to be some reason, it being a human and all. I would appreciate if it didn't spread around that I said anything. Humans might start to get the wrong idea. They might start thinking their race is not completely hopeless.
  • Aedan: (Chuckles.) I wouldn't dream of it.

Aedan and StenEdit

  • Aedan: Care to explain what you were doing in that cage back in Lothering?
  • Sten: Sitting, as you observed.
  • Aedan: If that was your attempt at humor, then you ought to keep working on it. Because that was not funny.
  • Sten: Your grasp of the obvious is remarkable.

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  • Aedan: Why did the Qunari send you to Ferelden?
  • Sten: To answer a question.
  • Aedan: And that question is...?
  • Sten: The Arishok asked, "What is the Blight?" By his curiosity, I am now here.
  • Aedan: Does that mean the Arishok governs Qunari society?
  • Sten: The one who commands the antaam―the body of the qunari.
  • Aedan: And did you find the answer to his question?
  • Sten: A portion of it.

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  • Aedan: Sten, you mentioned you were sent to Ferelden to find an answer regarding the Blight. Why would the Qunari care about the Blight?
  • Sten: Why do you?
  • Aedan: Because I'm a Grey Warden. It is our sole responsibility of doing whatever it takes to defend the world from the Blight. We're the only ones who truly can.
  • Sten: Exactly. You don't ask. Nor do I. The Arishok sends me, and I go.

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  • Sten: The Blight―How will you end it?
  • Aedan: We have to fight the Archdemon.
  • Sten: Is that all? It is surrounded by an ocean of darkspawn. How will you reach it? If you reach it, how will you slay it? You say you are a Grey Warden. I have heard stories of this Order.
  • Aedan: And what have you heard about us?
  • Sten: Great strategists and fearless warriors. That is what we hear of the Wardens. So far I am not impressed.
  • Aedan: And you think you can do better? I'm not here to impress you.
  • Sten: Evidently not. It remains only to see what you are here for.

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(Upon completing The Sword of the Beresaad)

  • Sten: Strange. I had almost forgotten it. Completion. Are you sure you are a Grey Warden? I think you must be an ashkaari to find a single lost blade in a country at war.
  • Aedan: Now that you have your sword, shouldn't you report back?
  • Sten: I will return to the Arishok with my report. But it would be a much more thorough and satisfying answer to his question if the Blight were ended first, don't you agree?
  • Aedan: Of course.
  • Sten: Then lead the way.

Aedan and WynneEdit

  • Wynne: Oh, it's been a long day. Rest... rest would be welcome.
  • Aedan: Are you alright, Madame Wynne?
  • Wynne: Yes... yes, of course. I am just a little... weary. As you may have noticed, I'm no spring chicken.
  • Aedan: You are very sprightly for your age, though.
  • Wynne: Thank you. You're very kind to say so. But in all honestly, I do not know how many rears I have left in me. I have lived for such a long time. But there's always something else to do, and I have to keep going in order to do it. I think I will be glad when I am... done.
  • Aedan: Hey, don't say those things! We still need you.
  • Wynne: Oh, no... I'm not the sort of person that leaves things unfinished. I'll see this through, I promise.

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  • Wynne: So, tell me, how did you become a Grey Warden?
  • Aedan: Arl Howe massacred my family. Duncan helped me escape.
  • Wynne: Arl Rendon Howe? The Arl of Amaranthine? Why would he do such a thing to you?
  • Aedan: I am the second son of Bryce Cousland, Teyrn of Highever.
  • Wynne: You are... you are the last of the Couslands? I had no idea... my lord.
  • Aedan: Please, Wynne. Don't. I'm just a Grey Warden now, not a lord.
  • Wynne: Yes, I suppose so. You can no longer have a title, can you? But that does not mean you must forget utterly where you came from. Take heart, dear friend. You survived, even when you were not expected to. We do not know yet what lies in story for you, or the name you carry. It is not so bad, is it, being a Grey Warden?
  • Aedan: I will do my duty, but I will never forget what Howe did.
  • Wynne: Sometimes it gives me comfort to think that everything will end up the way it's supposed to, that it will be all right. You were chosen; you survived the Joining when others did not. Perhaps it was meant to be.

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(Upon completing The Arl of Redcliffe)

  • Wynne: Have you encountered many abominations apart from the ones in the Circle Tower?
  • Aedan: Other than the horrors we've faced already, well, there was Connor...
  • Wynne: Ah, yes, Connor. Of course. The first time I saw an abomination, my blood turned to ice. It was months before the nightmares stopped. It was the knowledge that I could easily become on of them that frightened me the most.
  • Aedan: You're a great mage, Wynne. You would never become an abomination.
  • Wynne: Every mage is vulnerable, no matter how accomplished or powerful. This is the first thing we learn. And over-confidence can lead to recklessness. One slip... all it takes is one slip, and everything you are is simply gone... replaced bye madness. And there is no turning back. Or at least that's what they say.
  • Aedan: You have doubts?
  • Wynne: Of late I have begun to wonder if... if there is any way an abomination can be... cured. Or if a mage could be so possessed and still retain their sanity. Their humanity.
  • Aedan: But that line of thought inadvertently creates an arbitrary divide, one that's been repeated and acted upon throughout the course of human history. If a mage does prove themselves capable of retaining their own humanity, then one is not truly an abomination.
  • Wynne: Yes... it is madness and cruelty that define abominations. If those are lacking, if the mage remembers the person they truly are then... they are not an abomination. I never saw that. Thank you for showing me another way of looking at it.

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  • Wynne: I must ask; What does being a Grey Warden mean to you?
  • Aedan: It means I've been chosen to do something important.
  • Wynne: There's that, of course, but there's more to being a Grey Warden than killing darkspawn and saving the world from the Blight. Ultimately, being a Grey Warden is about serving others, about serving all people, whether elves or dwarves or men.
  • Aedan: But the Grey Wardens answer to no authority by Weisshaupt.
  • Wynne: As a Grey Warden you are a guardian of men. And you guard them because their continued existence is more important than you are. Thus it is you who serves, not they.
  • Aedan: I will keep that in mind.
  • Wynne: Good kings―a true king, who cares for his land―uses his power to rule firmly but fairly. He serves his people first and foremost. The king who does not do this, who believes that he is entitled to his power, who abuses it and used it for his own means, is a tyrant.
  • Aedan: Yet many kings throughout Thedosian history have been known to be tyrants, whether they become such intentionally or as a result of certain circumstances.
  • Wynne: And the country suffers for it. If you live apart from others, and your actions affect only you, then you may do as you wish. But if you have power, influence and strength, you every action will be as a drop of water in a clear still pond. The drop causes ripples, and ripples spread. Think of how far they will go, how wide they will become. How will they affect the pond? But I've lectured enough for today. I should stop before I wear out my welcome.

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(When Aedan is romancing Leliana)

  • Wynne: You're quite taken with each other, aren't you?
  • Aedan: Maker's breath, Wynne, you've heard about Leliana and me as well?
  • Wynne: I've seen the way she looks at you, the familiarity with which you speak, how she always finds a way to place herself next to you.
  • Aedan: She tends to do that, doesn't she?
  • Wynne: It's almost too sweet for my tastes, and I'm an old lady who should be making lace hearts and fuzzy blankets with animal motifs.
  • Aedan: Ahem, anyways, Wynne. What were you going to say about us? Specifically?
  • Wynne: I've noticed your blossoming relationship, and I wanted to ask you where you thought it was going. Leliana is a remarkable girl, sincere and guileless, and she has opened her heart to you. I would not like to see her hurt.
  • Aedan: I would never hurt Leliana.
  • Wynne: Not intentionally, no. But there is great potential for tragedy here, for one or both of you.
  • Aedan: I can handle my responsibilities as well as my personal relationships.
  • Wynne: Love is ultimately selfish. It demands that one be devoted to a single person, who may fully occupy one's mind and heart, to the exclusion of all else. A Grey Warden cannot afford to be selfish. You may be forced to make a choice between saving your love and saving everyone else, and then what would you do?
  • Aedan: What are am I supposed to do, tell Leliana to just go away?
  • Wynne: You may have to, to save one or both of you unnecessary anguish later on.
  • Aedan: So I should inflict pain now to avoid it later? Great logic.
  • Wynne: I have given my advice. Do with it what you will.

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  • Aedan: Have you changed your mind about me and Leliana, Wynne?
  • Wynne: I have watched you for a time and... perhaps I was wrong. There seems to be something special between the two of you. I think she feels she's truly found her place with you, that after all her wanderings, she's finally home.
  • Aedan: Good. I feel the same way.
  • Wynne: I think I was too harsh in my judgement before, and I am sorry.
  • Aedan: It's okay. You only wanted what you thought was best for both of us.
  • Wynne: What you have many not last forever; death and duty may part you, but love's worthiness is not diminished because of that. I should have seen this before. Instead, you learn to cherish every precious moment that you spend together, knowing that it may be the last. And for those of us watching... well, it brings warmth to these old bones to know that something so beautiful can be found in the midst of chaos and strife.

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(After Wynne's condition is revealed)

  • Aedan: So this Spirit of Faith is your personal protector.
  • Wynne: I don't know why I was chosen. Perhaps it knew that there was something more that lay in store for me. I like to think that I was given a rare chance, and I'm going to make the best of the time so generously given to me.
  • Aedan: I'm glad you think traveling with me is worthy of your time. We'll be sure to make the most of it while we still can.
  • Wynne: I will not lie motionless in a bed, with coverlets up to my chin, waiting for death to claim me. That is not the death for me. And so I will fight alongside the Grey Warden, and help prepare him for the task that is yet before him. So you had better listen to me, because I swear, if I should fall before the end and you don't seem to be doing things properly, I'll get up again to give you a good finger-wagging.
  • Aedan: I'll hold you to that promise, Wynne.
  • Wynne: You know, I think you'll be all right, even without my help.

Aedan and ZevranEdit

  • Aedan: What exactly made you want to leave the Crows, Zevran?
  • Zevran: Well, now, I imagine that's a very fair question. Being an assassin, after all, is a living at least as far as such things go. I was simply never given the opportunity to choose another way. So if that choice presents itself, why should I not seize upon it?
  • Aedan: But you are your own man now. Wouldn't you rather do something you might actually want to?
  • Zevran: Now that you mention it, I am not entirely certain. I was but a boy of seven when I was purchased. For three sovereigns, I'm told. Which is a good price, considering I was all ribs and bone and didn't know the pommel of a dagger from the pointy end. The Crows buy all their assassins that way. Buy them young, raise them to know nothing else but murder. And if you do poorly in your training, you die.
  • Aedan: That sounds rather cruel of them.
  • Zevran: Oh, I don't know about that. The Crows who are actually good enough to survive come to enjoy some of the benefits. In Antiva, being a Crow gets you respect. It gets you wealth. It gets you women... and men, or whatever it is you might fancy. But that does mean doing what is expected of you, always. And it means being expendable. It's a cage, if a gilded cage. Pretty. But confining.

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  • Zevran: Would you be offended if I said I fancied you?
  • Aedan: It's never going to happen.
  • Zevran: Ahhh, that's too bad. I do so enjoy it when I get to be flirty.

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  • Aedan: You actually enjoy being an assassin, don't you?
  • Zevran: And why not? There are many things to enjoy about being a Crow in Antiva. You are respected. You are feared. The authorities go out of their way to overlook your trespasses. Even the rewards are nothing to turn your nose up at. As for the killing part, well... some people simply need assassinating. Or do you disagree?
  • Aedan: But were some of your targets actually innocent of what they were accused of? Or is that just another practicality to the Crows?
  • Zevran: Now there's an interesting word, "innocent." How many men do you know who can claim to be truly innocent? But if you're talking generalities, such as children and relatives and bystanders and such... never on purpose, but it happens. It's unfortunate, but death comes to us all. If not me, then some wasting disease. Or a fall down the stairs. Or at the hands of a darkspawn. It's all relative in the end.
  • Aedan: Well, it's nice to know that we actually agree on something.
  • Zevran: There are many things I did not enjoy about being a Crow, of course. having no choice, being treated as an expendable commodity, the rules... oh so many rules! But simply being an assassin? I like it just fine. I will continue to do it, if I can, even if I am not a Crow.

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  • Aedan: The way you talk about Antiva, it sounds as if you've been away from home for a very long time, Zevran.
  • Zevran: Oh, not so long, I know. It is my first time way from Antiva, however, and the thought of never returning makes me think of it constantly. Before I left, I was tempted to spend what little coin I possessed on leather boots I spotted in a store window. Finest Antivan leather, perfect craftsmanship... Ah, but I was a fool to leave them. I thought, "Ah, Zevran, you can buy them when you return as a reward for a job well done!" More the fool I, no?
  • Aedan: But your home is still there.
  • Zevran: True, and it's a comforting thought. One simple never knows what is to come next. How could I have suspected I would end up defeated by a handsome Grey Warden, a man who then spares my life? I could not.
  • Aedan: You need to make the most of where you are.
  • Zevran: Quite right you are. I see the Grey Wardens do not recruit fools.

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  • Zevran: How well-versed are you in poetry? Antivan poetry specifically.
  • Aedan: Depends on the poet who wrote it, but I know a good poem when I hear it.
  • Zevran: A-ha! Well trust me, then, you won't be hearing it now. It was recited to me, as I recall, by a rather wealthy target of mine. Let't see... "The symphony I see in thee / it whispers songs to me." "Songs of hot breath upon my neck / songs of soft grunts by my head / songs of hands on muscled back / songs of thee come to my bed."
  • Aedan: This was told to you by a target, I assume?
  • Zevran: Oh, I know, I know. I couldn't believe that she thought this would actually convince me to spare her. I had sex with her anyway, but that goes without saying. She still had to die. The poem was amusing at the time, however, and thus I've always remembered it.
  • Aedan: And you killed her anyway?"
  • Zevran: Well, yes, but after we made love. What do you think I am, some kind of monster? It's not as if she didn't enjoy herself. Certainly there are much less pleasant ways to spend your last hours, no?
  • Aedan: You are a saint among men, Zevran.
  • Zevran: You know, I kept telling the other Crows that, and yet they never felt the same way.

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(After the fight with Taliesen)

  • Zevran: Taliesen is dead, and I am free of the Crows. They will assume I am dead along with Taliesen. So long as I do not make my presence known to them, they will not seek me out. He was a good friend whose only fault lie in his priorities. I had no wish to fight him, and truly I would have preferred he not come after us at all. But what is done is done.
  • Aedan: That is a good thing, is it not? You have your freedom.
  • Zevran: A very good thing. It is what I have been hoping for ever since you decided not to kill me. I suppose it would be possible for me to leave now if I wished. I could go far away, somewhere where the Crows would never find me. I think, however, I could also stay here. I made an oath to help you after all. And saving the world seems a worthy task to see through to the end, yes?
  • Aedan: You've more than earned your keep with us, Zevran.
  • Zevran: Then stay I shall. I am with you 'til the end... provided that you do not tie me up first. Or I die. Or if you die. But there you go.

Dragon Age: Origins - AwakeningEdit

Aedan's remarksEdit

  • As Warden-Commander of Ferelden, it is my responsibility to defend this nation and its people from the darkspawn. Among many other things. By any means necessary.

Advice

  • The Order suffered a great loss during the Blight. Despite our weakened state, we must find worthy candidates to replenish our numbers if we are to defend the arling.
  • Our foes are not exclusive to just the darkspawn. Always remain vigilant, but never lose sight of yourself.
  • Nothing is forbidden to the Wardens. Carta thugs, murderers, kinslayers, bandits, even blood mages... Any who are more than willing to prove themselves and take up a blade against the darkspawn have a place in the Order.

Greetings

  • Welcome to Vigil's Keep. How fares your stay?
  • Amaranthine honors your contributions of ensuring the economic security and well-being of its freeholders.
  • Our differences are many, but our cause is one.

Irritation

  • Perhaps we should take the time to review what we've learned?
  • I swear, when this is over...
  • More the fools, they!

Farewell

  • There's much to do, and little enough time to do it.
  • May the Maker watch over you during the dark times ahead of us.

Combat commentsEdit

  • We must not exhaust our supplies!
  • No quarter shall be given!
  • Away with you!

Location comments Edit

  • (Entering the Avvar Crypt for the first time) Do not touch anything. We mustn't disturb the dead.

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  • (Upon entering Amaranthine) The arling was once the dominion of Rendon Howe, but his treachery during the Blight caused the downfall of his "nobler" household. Whatever titles and fortune the Howes once had, the crown took it all away. A fitting end for such a vile man.
  • (When entering the Amaranthine market) Mistress Woolsey was right. Without the steady flow of trade, Amaranthine stands on the brink of economic collapse. We must secure a safe route to bring the arling out of its deep recession.

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  • (Initial remark when entering the Blackmarsh) I've heard stories about this place back when I was a child. Rumor has it that the Blackmarsh was once a thriving village—until one day everyone just mysteriously disappeared. Nobody knew for sure why, and most would rather not find out.
  • (Past the old sign upon entering the Blackmarsh) I just felt a chill run up and down my spine.
  • (Near a Veil Tear) Another Fade rift. Until we find a way to seal them, this area does not appear to be... stable.
  • (When nearing the dragon bone head) Looks like this belongs in a museum. A pity that most of the pieces are missing.
  • (After killing the Children a second time) Such repulsive creatures.
  • (Near a ruined house) This site must have borne the brunt of whatever occurred here.
  • (During the conversation with The First) It seems to me, darkspawn, that you were considered to be nothing but expendable in the end.
  • (First entering the Blackmarsh Undying) The way it spoke of the "Mother", it appears as if this sentient darkspawn is responsible for this new threat.
  • (On the path towards the village in the Blackmarsh Undying) So we now know why the village was deserted. Everyone here was sent to the Fade.
  • (Approaching the coffins in the first room of the Shadowy Crypt) Whether it is the Fade or the waking world, I refuse to be confined in a place like this!

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  • (Near the bridge in Knotwood Hills) Watch your step. These stairs are not as steady as they appear to be.
  • (Upon seeing the Children for the first time) What manner of beast is this?
  • (Upon finding the secret passage in Kal'Hirol) Quite conspicuous. We could use this archway as a means to outflank the darkspawn without facing the risk of walking straight into an ambush.
  • (When walking inside Kal'Hirol Main Hall) Ugh! I'm going to have to take a rather long bath just to get the smell out once this is over.
  • (When nearing large lyrium container in Kal'Hirol Trade Quarter) That's a substantive amount of raw lyrium.
  • (Kal'Hirol Lower Reaches, in the long hallway) Do not lower your defenses here, everyone. Not even for a moment.
  • (Kal'Hirol's Lower Reaches, near the broodmother pit) Broodmothers. We must be getting close to a nest.

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  • (When entering the Wending Wood upon seeing the wreaked caravan) Someone's been deliberately attacking these caravans. This senseless act of aggression must be brought to a swift end.
  • (At an overlook in the Wending Wood, near the suspicious camp) This place is rather nice during this time of year. Perhaps when we're not so busy, I should bring Leliana here.
  • (At burial pit in the Wending Wood) These bodies were dragged here recently, as if someone was trying to keep them hidden. Judging by the darkspawn's change in behavior, I'd say they meant to antagonize whoever stalks these woods.

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  • (Drake's Fall, on the first bridge) The Mother's got to be close by. We eliminate her, and the darkspawn threat will subside permanently.

Aedan and AndersEdit

  • Anders: Ah, can you smell that? That is the smell of freedom. It comes complete with the smell of dogs and dust, but the freedom is in there, too.
  • Aedan: I see that you don't particularly care for the Circle of Magi in general.
  • Anders: I escaped from the tower seven times. After the last time, they put me in solitary confinement for a year. Eventually, I'm sure they would have branded me a maleficar, true of not, and executed me.
  • Aedan: Were things that bad at the Circle?
  • Anders: The problem is that mages are tolerated. Barely. It's like you need permission to be alive. There's nothing a mage can do to prove himself. Everyone needs to be protected from you. The end.
  • Aedan: Are you certain about that? There has to be a better way.
  • Anders: The Tevinter Imperium has a better way, but we know how that argument flies around here. (Sighs.) All I want is a pretty girl, a decent meal, and the right to shoot lightning at fools.
  • Aedan: I think you're setting the bar a little too high, Anders. On second thought, it's more a bit low.
  • Anders: True. I want a harem, a banwuet, and the ability to rain fireballs upon every templar in creation. Never mind me. Now and again I recall that I'm not sitting in a cell and I have to smile, that's all.

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  • Anders: So what would you do if you didn't have to be a Grey Warden?
  • Aedan: That's a rather strange question to ask out of the blue.
  • Anders: Is it? You've never thought about it? Does nobody ever leave the Wardens?
  • Aedan: I imagine that you could probably leave, but things would never be the same. You'll be tainted for the rest of your life.
  • Anders: "You can run, but you can't hide?" I think I've heard that before. I've never liked the idea of being trapped somewhere, to be honest. It reminds me of the Circle.

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(Upon completing Freedom for Anders)

  • Anders: Hmm. I wonder if Namaya knew about this? I guess it doesn't really matter. Thank you. You stood by me, and I appreciate that.
  • Aedan: The fact remained that the templar was but a mere fool. I don't care what she thought. You're my apprentice, Anders, and a fine Grey Warden. We always stick up for one another.
  • Anders: I... guess they do. Anyhow, let's go before someone else rushes in to waggle a finger at us.

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  • Anders: May I point out that you're all right?
  • Aedan: I'm "all right"?
  • Anders: And the picture of virile heroism. And a scholar. Really, when the templars came for me, you could have decided I wasn't worth the trouble. But I apparently am worth the trouble. Considering I'm usually a lot of trouble, I should be grateful.
  • Aedan: The Wardens are your new home, Anders. You're more than welcome to stay for as long as you'd like.
  • Anders: You're a giver. I'm very grateful. When you recruited me, I thought I was jumping from the frying pan into the fire. But being a Warden is almost tolerable. It's a pleasant stroll through the park―with darkspawn!
  • Aedan: Coupled with an early death, yes.
  • Anders: Nothing's perfect. I thought it was worth mentioning. Thank you, Commander. For everything.

Aedan and JusticeEdit

  • Justice: This world is nothing like I thought it would be. The demons lust to cross the Veil, but the rest of us scoff. We pity mortals, we do not envy them.
  • Aedan: If that's the way spirits think about mortals, then perhaps you should make at least make an effort to help those struggling to be better than they once were more often.
  • Justice: The spirits consider mortals beyond their reach, and beyond help. They do not understand. We are wrong about this world. There is beauty here... and the mortals, they are worth saving. You helped me in the Fade, and have proven yourself since. It is not right to judge all mortals the same.
  • Aedan: I'm pleased you approve.
  • Justice: A "friend." That is an interesting concept. I do not know how to respond to that.

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  • Aedan: Justice, I found a ring for you. The stone in the center is made out of pure lyrium.
  • Justice: That is it! That is it exactly! Oh, thank you!
  • Aedan: You're welcome.
  • Justice: Of all the things! I have seen in this world, this is the most precious. I shall keep it at my side as a reminder that even in misfortune, good can be found.

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  • Justice: This is a chest of belongings once owned by the man whose body I now inhabit.
  • Aedan: You can... "feel" it?
  • Justice: I can even hear it whispering his name into the ether. In the Fade, nothing outlives the spirit that created it. Here everything does. This would has fingerprints on top of fingerprints, witness to beings long dead.
  • Aedan: What else can you tell from these "fingerprints?"
  • Justice: How does one describe a sensation? I have no words for it. The man who owned these things was a Grey Warden like yourself, yes? We intend to avenge him?
  • Aedan: You want vengeance?
  • Justice: He was wronged. I inhabit his body. I have an obligation. The darkspawn who killed him is dead. And yet it had masters that set it to the task. They are not dead, surely.
  • Aedan: If we can avenge him, Justice, we will. Just don't let your ideal embodiment become twisted and perverted by things that go against your nature.
  • Justice: Good. These darkspawn are a cancer within the heart of this world. (Sighs.) But there is nothing that can be done just yet, is there?

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  • Justice: Curious. This man I inhabit once worshiped this woman, her and one they call the Maker. Do you believe in this Maker as he did?
  • Aedan: If you're asking about whether or not I believe in the existence of the Maker, I believe He exists.
  • Justice: In the Fade, some spirits believe a creator gave us life and separated us from this world. But do they believe that only because they see the Maker in the dreams of mortal? So much of the Fade is created by spirits desperate to emulate your kind.
  • Aedan: I'm surprised spirits even think about it.
  • Justice: Many do not care. Demons live in the moment, but those of us who seek something greater... we wonder. Here, you can be certain that what is had always been. Is that not comforting?
  • Aedan: This world changes all the time, just not physically. To us mortals, a minute feels like an hour. An hour feels like weeks. And weeks feel like months, perhaps even years. Most of us don't have the luxury of time and work to make the most of it as if they're our last.
  • Justice: Events occur, but they occur within context. You take the structure of your world for granted. Faith requires structure and belief. In the Fade, we have neither. I see why the demons are so eager to pass through the Veil. It is something to consider.

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(Upon completing Justice for Kristoff)

  • Justice: I have been thinking of Aura, the mortal woman who was wife to Kristoff. I continue to envy their love. But envy is what a demon feels, a desire for something it cannot have.
  • Aedan: The difference being shown here is that you aren't taking anything from either of them. The emotions you feel through Kristoff forms a special connection to other beings in this world; a basic sociological foundation to better understand one another. 
  • Justice: I... I think I understand. You co-exist with both great darkness and great beauty. It must be confusing. Yet now I find myself wishing to be more. It is... enlightening. Thank you for bringing me to this world.
  • Aedan: And we are thankful to have you here at our side, Justice.
  • Justice: Which I shall continue to do, if you allow it. You have proven yourself a friend, Grey Warden. An example of all that is worthy in the mortal world.

Aedan and NathanielEdit

  • Nathaniel: Funny. Considering all the things that have been taken, it figures this would still be here.
  • Aedan: Let me guess: the woman in that portrait is your mother?
  • Nathaniel: Good guess. That's her. My father hated my mother. He only dragged this painting out when my grandmother visited... which was not often. I'd be paraded before her like a soldier on inspection, and she would pick over ever flaw while Father awaited his turn.
  • Aedan: That was it? You don't have any fond memories of your family at all?
  • Nathaniel: That does qualify as a fond memory. I know, I know. It's strange. I was in the Free Marches for almost eight years. I don't have many memories of my family at all. Anyway, someone should take this down. I think it's staring at me...

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  • Nathaniel: You know, I'm actually not the first Howe to be a Grey Warden.
  • Aedan: Seems like your father didn't remember that. Or even bothered telling you anything about it at all.
  • Nathaniel: Or maybe he did. It was my great-great-grandfather we're talking about. His name was Padric Howe. He joined the Order before it returned to Ferelden, just after the war. Never contacted his family again, just vanished. Now that I know about the Joining, I think he died.
  • Aedan: Many good men and women from every corner of Thedas do in fact die during the Joining if their strength of will isn't strong enough.
  • Nathaniel: I know that now. Father always said he was a horrible man for abandoning the family to join a pointless cause. I grew up ashamed of my great-great-grandfather, but now I see his bravery. That will take some getting used to.
  • Aedan: The only shame was that of your father.
  • Nathaniel: My father often forgot that "nobility" has another meaning. I told you that the bow you gave me was my grandfather's, didn't I? Thank you for that. At any rate, we should probably get back to it. There are darkspawn to kill, I'll bet. Somewhere.

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  • Nathaniel: It figures, actually.
  • Aedan: Nathaniel, if this is a complaint about a certain statue, you can see that there's bound to be more of them everywhere.
  • Nathaniel: There used to be another statue here. It was of Byron Howe, my great-uncle. He died in the rebellion, helping King Maric reclaim his throne. Yet his statue is gone. All because of what my father did.
  • Aedan: You really are persistent about that, aren't you? (Sighs.) If its historical importance means that much to you, I'll have the craftsmen replace it.
  • Nathaniel: Don't bother. Nobody here will want to see it. There's a long line of heroes in my family. The Howes have been around since Calenhad. Now it's all gone. Curse my father and his idiot ambition. He lost everything for us, didn't he?
  • Aedan: He did indeed. However, that doesn't mean that all is lost. It's up to people like you to turn that around.
  • Nathaniel: Not too much pressure, right? I wonder what happened to the old statue. Likely propping up the side of a Chantry or something. Poor Arl Byron. Ah, statues are for pigeons. I don't want to look at it.

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(Upon completing The Howe Family)

  • Nathaniel: My sister said she wants me to come back, once all this is done. Meet her husband. She's due by the spring. She seems happy. She said father deserved to die! I still can't believe it.
  • Aedan: And you don't believe her?
  • Nathaniel: I thought he had his reasons. It was a war, for Andraste's sake! Before I went to the Free Marches, he was never... how could he have changed so much?
  • Aedan: You weren't here, Nathaniel. You didn't see what your father did.
  • Nathaniel: What if I'd never left? I didn't have much choice, but still... I wish I'd know some of this sooner. I feel like such a fool. Now, please... let's get back to our business. I need to think.

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  • Nathaniel: I owe you an apology.
  • Aedan: Whatever for? There's no need, Nathaniel. It's fine.
  • Nathaniel: There is a need. It's not fine. When I returned from the Free Marches, I was certain my family was destroyed for being on the wrong side of the war. But my father did it to himself. No conspiracies, just one stupid, selfish man. I should have known better.
  • Aedan: I'm sure your father had his good side. Once. Even if it was just for a moment.
  • Nathaniel: He did. Once. That doesn't excuse his action. I was an idiot, and like a child I blamed you and the Wardens. And here you've even proven to be a friend, of sorts. Or am I reading that wrong, too?
  • Aedan: No. At first, I was expecting a knife in the back once more. But throughout every assignment we've been on, you've shown yourself a remarkable Warden and proven to me that you are nothing like your father. You've long since earned my trust, Nathaniel.
  • Nathaniel: Good. You know, when you conscripted me, I would not have thought I'd end up liking it. Anyway, let's be on our way. I don't want to take up more of your time.

Aedan and SigrunEdit

  • Sigrun: It's much easier fighting darkspawn on the surface. On a clear day, you can see for leagues. I once heard about a contraption known as a... hmm, a spyglass, I think it is called? My friend Varlan said they let you see distant enemies as though they ware right beside you. Is that true? It sounds like magic.
  • Aedan: That's not magic, it's optics. Big difference.
  • Sigrun: Op-tiks? Well, it may as well be magic. In the Deep Roads, the darkspawn can appear from nowhere. A spyglass sounds the very opposite. Someday, while I'm still on the surface, I would like to look thought one.

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  • Sigrun: Wow. I've never seen so many books in my life.
  • Aedan: By all means, help yourself. They're all at your disposal.
  • Sigrun: This one is a Nevarran romance―pretty spicy, too, from the looks of it. What's an Antivan milk sandwich? Oh. Oh, I see. I'll just... put that back. I've only read one book. My friend Varlan taught me while we were in the Legion. He only had the one. He's dead now.
  • Aedan: What was he like?
  • Sigrun: He was a noble, once. From House Vollney. I don't know why he ended up in the Legion. He wouldn't say. I saw death take my friends, knowing it would take him as well. I fought hard to keep us both alive. Varlan embraced the Legion's philosophy―that we were already dead. I couldn't let go like that.
  • Aedan: Sounds to me like Varlan got what he wanted.
  • Sigrun: That's a nice way to think about it. Blow of the dust to find the vein of silver, huh? (Sighs.) If I'm going to get through all these books before the darkspawn find me, I need to get started.

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  • Sigrun: Ooh! Fingers... twitching. So much shiny...
  • Aedan: Sigrun, if you want something, we can buy anything you want.
  • Sigrun: (Laughs.) I know better than to nick any of this. I was just... remembering. Growing up casteless in Dust Town, we took what we could get, when we could get it. But that doesn't excuse what I was―a thief and a lying, rotten duster.
  • Oghren: Hot.
  • Aedan: You adding "eavesdropper" to your list of fine qualities, Oghren?
  • Oghren: You know it.
  • Sigrun: Let's move along before the temptation becomes too great. I've only so much self-control.

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  • Aedan: Sigrun, I have something you might like.
  • Sigrun: Oh! Oh, it's exactly as Varlan described! But shinier! May I... keep it? I know I shouldn't. We're not supposed to have belonging in the Legion.
  • Aedan: Well, us Grey Wardens are allowed to have our own personal belongings.
  • Sigrun: As you say, Commander. Thank you!

Aedan and OghrenEdit

  • Oghren: Er... you're gonna pay me, right? For all that arse-whooping I do for you?
  • Aedan: You'll get a stipend, Oghren, provided that the nobility pay their dues.
  • Oghren: A stipend. (Snickers.) That's good. Yeah... what's a stipend?
  • Aedan: It's the money we pay you.
  • Oghren:​ Money! There's a word I understand. What an arrangement! You feed me, and I get to take my frustrations out on the darkspawn. Anyway, can I have a pony?
  • Aedan: No, but you can have this rocking horse.
  • Oghren: Whoa... it's a pony! And it's... moving back and forth. (Belches.)
  • Aedan: Try not to hurt yourself, Oghren.
  • Oghren: It's moving! It's a real live pony! Amazing...

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  • Oghren: (Screeches.) W-who's there?
  • Aedan: My apologizes, Oghren. Did I startle you?
  • Oghren: I was... er, I was just keeping my nose to the dust, watching out for... the schleets. One of the lads here told me about the schleets... said they're common in Ferelden. They... they lie on the ground, looking like ordinary pairs of pants, until you turn around. That's when they... strike.
  • Aedan: (Sarcastically) Ah. Those shleets.
  • Oghren: Right! Right, you've heard of them! Pants that eat your eyeballs! After they're done with you, they just... wander off on their unnatural pant-legs.
  • Aedan: Oh, you weren't told the best part about it?
  • Oghren: Best part?
  • Aedan: They're not real.
  • Oghren: Er... sod. Come on, I've been on the surface less than two years. I don't know what's up here! (Grumbles.) That Jacob's gonna get it when I get my hands on him.

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  • Oghren: (Belches.) Hey... I gotta... I gotta thank you for saving my hide today. There was that guy... and he was all "Grrr!" and I was "Harrr!" but then I got hit by an arrow. And then I fell over... It was "Meep!" but you were there and you were all "Rawrrr!" Spectaculous.
  • Aedan: I'm pleased to assist.
  • Oghren: I'm gonna drink to you, Commander! Here's to the... here's to the... (He passes out.)

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  • Oghren: So, er... you think there's an apothecary around here somewhere?
  • Aedan: There's one near the Crown and Lion. Why? Are you injured?
  • Oghren: Er... you could... say that...
  • Aedan: If it helps, we could dig up some poultices for you.
  • Oghren: I've tried those but they only stop the itching for a few hours... Right, look. For the past few days I've had this... burning rash. The skin's actually got a sort of greenish look to it...
  • Aedan: I'm sure it will go away on its own soon.
  • Oghren: You know, I bet it's that Grey Warden stuff we had to drink.
  • Aedan: Hey, no one said you to drink all of it!
  • Oghren: Too late for regrets. Eh, I'll just see if I can't find some nice minty balm somewhere in this town.

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(Upon entering the Blackmarsh Undying)

  • Oghren: (Grunts.) Not this again! This is unnatural! Stop doing this to me!
  • Aedan: It's just the Fade. Nothing to be worried about.
  • Oghren: Dwarves shouldn't be here. We don't dream. We sleep like the Stone!
  • Aedan: Calm down, Oghren. We'll find something to kill and you'll be right as rain.
  • Oghren: That's the other thing! What kind of dreamland doesn't have oiled wenches waiting to flock to Oghren's banner of love? No, it's just demons. Angry demons that want you dead, hungry demons that want you dead, and demons that look liked oiled wenches but want you dead anyway. Sod.

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(Upon completing Oghren the Family Man)

  • Oghren: (Growls.) Sod it.
  • Aedan: What's the matter now, Oghren?
  • Oghren: Nothing. Stubbed my toe. Just one of those days. Actually, it's been one of those weeks. (Sighs.)
  • Aedan: Talk to me. What's been bothering you lately?
  • Oghren: This isn't going to make you think less of me, is it? (Grunts.) Ah, who cares. I've just been thinking about Felsi and the nugget. Didn't do right by them, did I?
  • Aedan: After that whole display we all had to see, Oghren? No. Not one bit.
  • Oghren: That's what I like about you, Commander. You're honest. Like a sock to the gut. I think Felsi knew, even if she never acknowledged it to herself. She knew I could never settle down again. I did once and... well, you know.
  • Aedan: I don't think you even tried hard enough.
  • Oghren: Aye, probably. And now I'm here, and I'm free. Felsi'll get by, if I know her. But the nugget... ah, that's got me all torn up inside, Commander. Little one won't understand.
  • Aedan: There's no reason you can't be a part of your child's life. If you don't at least make an effort to be around your family as you should, Oghren, you'll only end up regretting it for the rest of your life.
  • Oghren: Maybe I could visit once in a while, write some letters. That's the least I could do... as a father. And hey, (Chuckles) the little one will grow up thinking Daddy's a great hero.
  • Aedan: I'll even vouch for you.
  • Oghren: Oh, you... get going before I get misty-eyed. Go on.

Aedan and VelannaEdit

  • Velanna: I should hate her, but I don't. I can respect a woman who fights for freedom and justice.
  • Aedan: And the fact that Andraste was human doesn't bother you?
  • Velanna: I can look past petty hatred when I have reason to. She freed the elven slaves and I thank her for it. Funny, isn't it? Andraste fought a tyrannical empire, only to have her followers become one themselves.
  • Aedan: An interesting observation, Velanna. And what is the important thing you learned so far?
  • Velanna: People with power never fail to abuse it. Even those with good intentions.
  • Aedan: Maybe so, but wouldn't it be the same if the Dalish had power?
  • Velanna: No, I seek justice for my people and... that is all. We would not be like― I... I wish to end this conversation. Let us be on our way.

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  • Velanna: This is a beautiful tree. I did not expect to find one strong and thriving in a shemlen town.
  • Aedan: No matter what happens that causes trees, shrubs or any other forestry, whether its defiling is committed by humans or whoever, nature always finds away to restore what was lost.
  • Velanna: Nature does, indeed. You may not recognize, but this is a dahl'amythal―the tree of Mythal. Our keepers' staves are cut from its like. Our keeper, Ilshae, had such a staff cut for me, for when I would take on her role.
  • Aedan: And yet you were never given your staff.
  • Velanna: Clearly not, and besides, why do you care? Ah, enough of this. I wish to move on.

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  • Aedan: Here, Velanna. This is for you.
  • Velanna: What? This book is empty. Why have you given me this useless object?
  • Aedan: Because you are going to fill each page with stories. For the Dalish.
  • Velanna: Stories? For the... oh. It's the silliest idea I've heard, but... but brilliant at the same time. The Dalish will never recover what we've lost. It may be time to start creating tales anew. Perhaps one day they will be what connects my children and their children to their past―to me. I... I see now that this is a gift to be treasured. And I... I thank you.

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(Upon completing Velanna's Exile)

  • Velanna: I envy you, sometimes.
  • Aedan: What makes you say that?
  • Velanna: Even the youngest human child knows of at least a dozen heroes of legend. These tales are taken for granted, they are so abundant! Oh, it makes me angry, sometimes. We Dalish have lost most of our history and our legends. What we do remember, we hold dear.
  • Aedan: We can share stories. They belong to everyone.
  • Velanna: But does a human child value the tale of the Paragon Aeducan as much as he does Dane and the Werewolf? Stories connect us to our past. They shape a people in profound ways. Without them, we are lost. I think I finally know what I will do with your gift. I will fill it with stories.
  • Aedan: I believe that is a good idea, Velanna.
  • Velanna: These will be new stories for my people, stories drawn from what I know and what I've seen. Perhaps one day they will be what connects my children and their children to their past―to me. I... I see now that this is a gift to be treasured. And I... I thank you.

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