Josephine Montilyet/Dialogue

Josephine Montilyet's dialogue includes her conversations with her messenger and the woman's subsequent errands
* Josephine: Please tell Lord Dorian that I can't get him an invitation to the Wintersend ball in Lydes. 
* Messenger: He won't be surprised. He said it would probably be beyond you.
* Josephine: It's not beyond me, it's... (Sighs.) Tell him I'll try.
* Josephine: I turned aside that shipment for good reason.
* Messenger: That's what I told Lord Dorian, but he wasn't pleased. 
* Josephine: (Sighs.) How many outfits does one man need? (Sighs again.) Next time he should go through the Merchants' Guild.
* Josephine: (Laughs.) Dorian thinks he can flatter me, does he? 
* Messenger: I read the note. He's quite eloquent.
* Josephine: We have better things to do in Skyhold than throw enormous parties. For now. Perhaps next season...
* Dorian: Did you at least give her the note? 
* Messenger: She read it. She laughed so hard, she almost didn't respond. 
* Dorian: Is that so? I'll have to step up my game.
* Dorian: Err... did Lady Josephine say who it was from?
* Messenger: I'm not certain, my lord. Countess Grantham, I think? 
* Dorian: My, my. Suddenly everyone wants to be my friend. Amazing how the wind changes.
* Messenger: Lady Josephine's answer is the same, my lord. 
* Dorian: So I'm to be restricted from the wine cellar? That's outrageous!
* Messenger: She's also considering asking you to replace the fourteen bottles you took.
* Dorian: Just fourteen? Hmm. I should consider myself lucky.
* Messenger: Another letter for Master Tethras? 
* Josephine: The Merchants Guild never gives up. What did he do with the last batch of letters? 
* Messenger: Lord Varric was building a small model boat from them when I left. 
* Josephine: He wants this manuscript sent where? 
* Messenger: Darktown in Kirkwall. To someone in the Coterie. The address is a drawing of a stick figure with a knife in its back. 
* Josephine: Oh! (Chuckles.) That's his editor. I'll handle it.
* Varric: More letters from the Merchants Guild? 
* Messenger: I have to do something with them, Master Tethras. 
* Varric: "Something" doesn't necessarily mean "bring them to me." Ever heard of papier-mâché?
* Messenger: Another letter from the Merchants Guild, Lord Varric.
* Varric: Hah! I've been hoping for one of those! There's a chair in the main hall with a wobbly leg. 
* Messenger: Letter for you, Lord Varric. This one's from a "Magister Tilani"?
* Varric: Mae wrote? I'll look at that one. Thanks.
* Messenger: The note just reads, "They're happier now. Thank you." 
* Josephine: Let me see. I believe it's from Cole. Was it he who suggested we give the refugees the warmer quarters? I can't remember. Has no one seen him? 
* Messenger: Seen who, Ambassador? 
* Josephine: Cole. The young man with the... what does he look like again?
* Josephine: Who left this on my desk?
* Messenger: He said his name was Cole, and that... he was sorry I couldn't see him before? 
* Josephine: Yes. That sounds like him.
* Cole: Hello again. It's alright. Tell Josephine I didn't mean to hide. I won't be there when she talks to them about the maps. 
* Messenger: How did you know... uh. Very well. 
* Messenger: I'm not sure, my lady. I heard a voice say she'd fallen into the gully. I don't know who said it, but it was true!
* Josephine: Well, it's fortunate! She would have frozen to death just outside our gates if you hadn't found her!
* Messenger: Your guess was right. The Ambassador found the brooch her grandmother gave her behind the couch.
* Cole: A bird saw it by the window and carried it off to show it the world. It likes things that are shining, shimmering. 
* Messenger: Splendid.
* Messenger: He said your request was... ah... "An insult to his rich Qunari heritage," Ambassador.
* Josephine: (Sighs.) I don't care if the baron's son invited him. I don't care if he has stories prepared. 
* Messenger: The Iron Bull said he was certain, and that he has proof.
* Josephine: If The Iron Bull wants to attend the soiree, he must find a decent shirt. 
* Bull: You're kidding. Tell the ambassador she's got no sense of humor!
* Messenger: Erm... 
* Bull: You're right, that's not fair. I'll tell her.
* Messenger: Um.
* Josephine: You may tell the Iron Bull that I am quite sure I don't want to "spill a few cold ones" with him in the tavern. 
* Messenger: Right away. 
* Josephine: What does that even mean?
* Messenger: I'll relay the news, but Lady Montilyet will want to know how...
* Bull: The count gets chatty when he's slumming it. Wine goes to his head. Josephine will want to know what he let drop. She'll have to pick up his tab though. He left this morning.
* Josephine: I trust him. Please convey my thanks. Lord Vennan, a Ben-Hassrath. That does explain a few things. 
* Bull: No luck?
* Messenger: The Ambassador was very firm. 
* Bull: Ugh, come on! Dancing is beautiful artistic expression! Josie's just prejudiced against tassels. 
* Messenger: First Enchanter Vivienne wishes to register a complaint about the upholstery in the dining hall.
* Josephine: I've already told her, we cannot replace it with velvet right now. 
* Messenger: It is a little worn.
* Josephine: Did she hear from the entire Council of Heralds?
* Messenger: The First Enchanter said she hadn't heard from Duke Cyril yet, but the others were willing to meet.
* Josephine: Please do inform Lady Vivienne that the import of Nevarran ermine fur is not legal in Orlais.
* Messenger: She knows that. She told me that's why it was in fashion this season.
* Messenger: These arrived from the Circle in Montsimmard, First Enchanter. 
* Vivienne: Thank you, my dear. Do give my regards to Josephine. 
* Messenger: Yes, First Enchanter.
* Vivienne: Have this delivered to the dowager Marquise Mantillon. And it must arrive with a dozen red lilies. 
* Messenger: Of course, First Enchanter.
* Josephine: Master Solas asked that, did he? 
* Messenger: He said it was at your convenience, my lady.
* Josephine: No, I'll see to it right away. His hunches are usually correct.
* Messenger: The Ambassador has sent for the books. The Royal University of Antiva won't part with the maps, however. Lady Josephine is having copies made.
* Solas: Excellent. That's more than I'd hoped for. 
* Solas: Is it me, or has the Ambassador taken an unusual interest in this? 
* Messenger: It's not my place to say, Master Solas.
* Solas: At least she's more forthright than Leliana. Tell her I'll have a reply by tomorrow.
* Messenger: Master Solas says that he's occupied with his studies, and that he must decline. 
* Josephine: A pity. I was hoping he could talk to those scholars from Val Chevin. 
* Messenger: Master Solas thanks you for clearing up the matter with Lady Verisse. 
* Josephine: He is too kind. It is only his tact that kept it from escalating beyond a muttered "apostate" and a flung wineglass. 
* Josephine: She did what to the Duke de Freyen? 
* Messenger: He's demanding an explanation. And a new stateroom.
* Josephine: (Sighs.) Give him a room in the other wing. I will speak to him. And Sera.
* Josephine: How? How can one elf eat so much jam?
* Messenger: She disappeared after we found the prints on the davenport.
* Josephine: I want new locks on that room. 
* Messenger: The note's from Sera, my lady. 
* Josephine: Her penmanship is atrocious. And no, she may not have that specially order from Val Royeaux! Honestly, where does she find these catalogues? 
* Messenger: Lady Cassandra thanks you for taking on the meeting, Ambassador.
* Josephine: Ask her if she'll come to the next one. The Chantry Mothers cannot be put off forever. 
* Josephine: What did the Seeker say?
* Messenger: Lady Cassandra feels her connections with the Nevarran court wouldn't be of use, my lady. 
* Josephine: (Sighs.) Of course she does. 
* Messenger: Sister Leliana says the guests are on their way, the last inheritances are discovered, and taupe is not a spring color. 
* Josephine: Good. Tell her we've prepared the best state room, the inheritors will be contacted, and yes, it absolutely is.
* Josephine: In person?
* Messenger: Sister Leliana said the matter was too important to write down. 
* Josephine: Oh dear. Tonight, then. She is rarely dramatic without cause. 
* Josephine: He must stop pestering the quartermaster. Tell Ser Blackwall that I'd be happy to send his requisition to Orlais. As... a personal favour.
* Messenger: Of course. 
* Josephine: What did Ser Blackwall say? 
* Messenger: He says so long as we only threaten the Wardens' Right of Conscription without invoking it. 
* Josephine: Please, thank him for me. It is useful to slip into negotiations, now and then.
* Messenger: Ser, is it ready yet? 
* Blackwall: Wait—wait, it has to be perfect. 
* Messenger: A message, my lady. Ser Blackwa—uh, a gentleman said to tell you he "thinks on you fondly." He... insisted I not tell you who he is. That he expected no reply. That he'd wait a hundred ages to hear your laugh. 
* Josephine: (Sighs dreamily.)
* Messenger: You left a handkerchief on the bench by the dining room, my lady. 
* Josephine: Oh no, put it back. I was hoping he... hmm, no. Perhaps that's not the best place. Leave it on the statue by Ser Blackwall's room. And put a white rose on top. And whatever else, don't mention my name!
Category: Dragon Age:_Inquisition_dialogues