Leliana/Dialogue

Leliana's dialogue contains a list of the conversations that Leliana shares with other companions, in which they discuss each other's backgrounds, and their reactions to the game's events, along with transcripts during her time with the Inquisition.
== Dragon Age: Origins ==
=== Leliana's remarks ===
*(added to the party) "Indeed"
*(taken out of the party) "Of all the-!" or "Blood and damnation!"
*(object interaction): "As you like."
*(object interaction): "Yes, of course."
*(object interaction): "Right away."
*(object interaction): "On my way."
*(object interaction): "Your wish."
*(object interaction): "It's done."
*(Warden failing to lockpick something): "Allow me. I could do that for you."
*(Warden falling in battle) "We have to help them!"
*(Warden falling in battle): "Oh no!"
*(being given a gift): "Why thank you so much."
*(being given a gift): "That's... lovely. I suppose."
*(being given a gift): "Oh, how dear of you! Thank you so much!"
*(being given a gift): "I... That's a wonderful thought. I don't know what to say"
*(on low health): "I am wounded! I can't go on like this"
*(on low health): "I can't keep this up!"
*(falling in battle): "Damnit... I hate this part."
*(falling in battle): "It's too much... I am sorry..."
*(being attacked/low health): "Someone help me!"
*(on low health): "I need to rest soon!"
*(on low health): "I need healing soon!"
*(on low health): "Could someone please... stop the bleeding?"
*(stealthing) "Quietly she goes, right?. (giggles)"
*(stealthing) "Quietly then."
*(stealthing) "They won't see me coming"
*(during battle): "I tried to be merciful!"
*(during battle): "I suppose violence is a solution... sometimes!"
*(during battle): "Maker preserve us!"
*(during battle): "I never liked this part!"
*(during battle): "Let's make this quick!"
*(during battle): "You forced our hand!"
*(during battle): "Be careful!"
*(during battle): "Push them back!"
*(during battle): "Watch out!"
*(during battle): "I've got it!
*(during battle): "Oh you're a funny one you are!"
*(during battle): "Brilliant!"
*(during battle): "Here!"
*(during battle): "Ready!"
*(during battle): "Enough!"
*(during battle): "Maker's breath!"
*(during battle): "Let's end this!"
*(during battle): "Good to go!"
*(during battle): "Try not to look too incompetent! It's embarassing!"
*(during battle): "Maker be praised!"
*(during battle): "I'll try to be merciful!"
*(during battle): "Defend yourself!
*(during battle): "You should run while you can!"
*(during battle): "Is that all you've got?"
*(during battle): "Come and get it!"
*(during start of battle): "Here comes trouble!"
*(killing an enemy): "Poor bastard!
*(killing an enemy): "That's one for me!"
*(getting up after battle): "Oh I think a boulder dropped on me there"
*(getting up after battle): "That was... ugh, not pleasant"
*(getting up after battle): "Ah... ow... why does that always happen to me?"
*(getting up after battle): "*Laughs* Oh look, my bruises form a pretty pattern!"
*(getting up after battle): "Ah how did I get myself into this?"
*(detecting darkspawn enemies): "Darkspawn straight ahead."
*(detecting darkspawn enemies): "Watch out. There's darkspawn over there"
*(detecting darkspawn enemies): "I see them. Darkspawn."
*(detecting high level enemies): "Can we even fight something like that?"
*(detecting high level enemies): "I have this strange urge to... flee."
*(detecting specific enemies): "I wish we didn't have to fight these poor creatures."
*(detecting specific enemies): "If only they would leave us alone"
*(detecting specific enemies): "Do they see us as prey?"
*(detecting specific enemies): "I think we've alerted something to our presence."
*(detecting specific enemies): "Looks like we might be in for another fight."
*(detecting specific enemies): "Why are we always attracting danger?"
*(detecting specific enemies): "We might want to walk softly over here"
*(detecting enemies): "Enemy ahead. Watch out"
*(killing the last enemy): "The battle is finished"
*(getting poisoned): "Now I am poisoned? The irony kills me"
*(detecting a trap): "Trap right ahead!"
*(under specific debuff): "My weapon's not working!"
*(near Marjolaine's Home) "Ah, Denerim... if we have time, I would like to look for Marjolaine. We have a score to settle.
*(entering the main market) "I bought a confection of spun sugar here once. It got stuck in my hair. Made it hard to comb out but it was very tasty for a few days."
*(entering Gnawed Noble Tavern) "Look at what that woman's wearing! Is she drunk or does she just have bad taste?"
*(outside the Wonders of Thedas) "Do you think they sell silk ribbons at that store? I've been meaning to spruce up my boots for the longest time."
*(inside the Wonders of Thedas) "Oooh....glass slippers."
*(entering The Pearl) "I once did a stint in a brothel, serving tea. It was complementary. Fun times."
*(near the fountain in Arl of Denerim's estate) "They say if you toss a coin over your shoulder into that fountain, you'll come back to Denerim. Provided the arl's chamberlain doesn't have you thrown in the dungeon, of course."
*(Alienage gates) "This is a real alienage! I've never been in one! How exciting!"
*(at the vhenadahl tree) "That is the "tree of the people," I believe. The vhenadahl."
*(entering Lake Calenhad Docks) "Do you see the tower? The view from the top must be spectacular!"
*(at Lake Calenhad shoreline) "I wonder how deep the water is. Are we allowed to swim in it?"
*(entering the Apprentice Quarters) "This is too cruel. I would not subject even an animal to such a terrible fate."
*(Talking to Keili) "No, don't say that. It's not true. You deserve to live, just like anyone else."
*(entering the Senior Mage Quarters) "Do you hear that? I think there's someone near here."
*(in Irving's study) "All this must have belonged to someone important."
*(entering the Great Hall) "I don't like this place. I feel like I'm being watched."
*(seeing the corruption in the Templar Quarters) "No...ugh...I'm going to have nightmares after this."
*(being sedated by the sloth demon) "I'll not listen to your lies, demon. You have no... power over me..."
*(Confronting the Sloth Demon) "You tried to keep us apart. You led us from each other because you fear us. Don't you?"
*(approaching Cullen) "Is there someone over there? Oh, I hope they're still alive."
*(collecting the fourth Apprentice Note) "More knowledge has fallen into cracks here than some have ever known. That's... sad."
*(collecting the final Apprentice Note) "I don't think this story has a happy ending for our young taker of notes."
*(defeating Shah Wyrd) "So that thing was just random thought? How powerful were the minds that unleashed it?"
*(outside Redcliffe chantry) "Walking corpses? Do you think it's something in the water?"
*(approaching the windmill in Redcliffe) "Ooh! A windmill. I once took a ride on the sails of a windmill. Didn't turn out well."
*(secret tunnel into Redcliffe dungeon) "I wonder who built this tunnel, and why."
*(going up the first slope in Haven) "It's too quiet here, I don't like this. Something's not right, I can feel it."
*(up the slope leading to the chantry) "It sounds like they are singing the Chant in there. Maybe we should have a look."
*(entering the Ruined Temple) "I can't believe all this is still standing! This temple must be thousands of years old."
*(entering the Ruined Temple library) "I don't think anyone will mind if I borrow a book or two."
*(statue of Maferath) "Maferath was so jealous of Andraste's power that he betrayed Her to the Imperium, which resulted in Her death."
*(statue of Hessarian) "They say that Archon Hessarian heard the voice of the Maker as Andraste was burning, and this is why he chose to end Her suffering."
*(mountain caverns) "Lava? Do you think this mountain is about to erupt? Because I don't really want to be here when it does."
*(on the Mountain Top after seeing the high dragon) "They say music soothes the savage beast, but I'm not going to test that theory."
*(entering the Gauntlet) "We... we must be close. This is holy ground. I can feel it."
*(entering the bridge puzzle room) "Oh, this looks fun! I bet we'll have to work together and join hands and sing a happy song to get across!"
*(suggesting puzzle's solution) "I suspect we'll have to work together to get across."
*(a plate is triggered) "That part of the bridge looks like it's there, but I don't think it is. Try something else."
*(solving the bridge puzzle in the Gauntlet) "That was exciting! Can we do it again?"
*(entering the urn room) "I... I... I don't know what to say..."
*(approaching the urn) "I never dreamed I would ever lay my eyes on the Urn of Sacred Ashes... I... I have no words to expess--"
*(greeting Hahren Sarel) "I am Leliana, and I am no Grey Warden at all. I am honored to be here; I've heard so much about your people." (Dalish Origin required)
*(in the Dalish Camp) "I must say I thought the Dalish would be much harder to find. Do you think this clan let us find them?"
*(near the halla pen of the Dalish Camp) "Those halla are certainly proud and beautiful. It's almost as though they know how special they are."
*(entering the Brecilian Forest) "They say the Veil is thin here, and all manner of strange things may be seen."
*(near the Tevinter ruins) "Augh. I feel as though we've been walking in circles for hours!"
*(after the werewolves retreat into the ruins) "'Tread lightly in the heart of the forest, for past wrongs are remembered and mourned.'"
*(descending down the first stairs in the Ruins Upper Level) "Do you think it's safe to be in here? I thought I heard a wall crumbling in the distance."
*(hearing the dragon in the ruins) "I have a bad feeling about this passageway. Why don't we turn back?"
*(entering Frostback Mountain surface camp) "Look at all those people hawking their wares! It's almost like a little city."
*(observing the Paragon statues) "Do you think they sell miniatures of these in the city? I would love to have some on my mantle."
*(entering Orzammar Commons) "It's... big..."
*(exit to the Deep Roads) "Hey, what's down there?"
*(outside Tapster's Tavern) "Watch out for that puddle of.....whatever it is."
*(entering Tapster’s Tavern) "I once drank a thimble of dwarven ale. Woke up a week later in Jader wearing nothing but my shoes and a towel."
*(entering Dust Town) "I... I think I just stepped in something."
*(at the Proving) "I hear there are all kinds of rules that govern the Proving. They get very mad if you break the rules."
*(entering the Diamond Quarter) "From what I've heard of dwarven politics, I'm almost surprised we haven't seen blood running these streets."
*(outside the palace) "You know, after all this is over, I wouldn't mind getting a job here. I could sing, tell stories, help the king get items from high shelves..."
*(scenic vista) "I require a moment of silence to take in this magnificent sight."
*(entering Bownammar) "Funny how we haven't seen any of those nug-things for a while. Do you think the darkspawn ate them all?"
*(entering Anvil of the Void) ""
*(Delivering Notice of Death) "You should know, your husband is with the Maker now." or "I didn't know your husband very well, but I'm sure he was a good man. He has fallen in battle."
*(Inspecting Shale) "It looks like... like a golem, doesn't it? An actual golem, and not a statue at all. I wonder how it ended up here, of all places?"
*(Activating Shale) "Oh, you poor dear! That must have been... really, really booring."
*(Entering Soldier's Peak) "Some people call this place the Lost Peak. Before King Maric's decree, the last Grey Wardens of Ferelden lived here. Oh, I just got chills."
*(Seeing the first flashback in Soldier's Peak) "I've heard an Orlesian ballad about something like this. A beauty trapped in a dream. In the song, Bellissa never wakes up."
*(Considering a deal with Sophia) "You can't be serious. There's nothing left of Commander Dryden. She's possessed."
*(Meeting Avernus) "Careful. This... man has dabbled in matters forbidden by the Maker. He may look frail, but don't trust him."
=== Leliana and Alistair ===
*Alistair: So... let me get this straight. You were a cloistered sister?
*Leliana: You must have been a brother before you became a templar, no?
*Alistair: I never actually became a templar. I was recruited into the Grey Wardens before I took my final vows.
*Leliana: Do you ever regret leaving the Chantry?
*Alistair: No, never. Do you?
*Leliana: Yes. You may not believe it, but I found peace there. The kind of peace I've never known.
*Alistair: It used to get so quiet at the monastery that I would start screaming until one of the brothers came running. I would tell them that I was just checking. You never know, right?
*Leliana: I... no, I never did anything like that. I enjoyed the quiet.
*Alistair: Suit yourself. The look on their face was always priceless.
*Leliana: What was that... soup you made for supper last night?
*Alistair: Ooh, that? That's a traditional Fereldan lamb and pea stew. Did you like it?
*Leliana: Oh, so... it was lamb then? It had a certain... texture I don't normally associate with lamb.
*Alistair: They didn't make lamb and pea stew for you in Lothering?
*Leliana: We ate simply there. Whole grains, made into biscuits or bread, and vegetables from the garden, cooked lightly. No heavy stews.
*Alistair: Ah, so the last lamb you had was probably cooked Orlesian style. Food shouldn't be frilly and pretentious like that. Now here in Ferelden, we do things right. We take our ingredients, throw them into the largest pot we can find, and cook them for as long as possible until everything is a uniform grey color. As soon as it looks completely bland and unappetizing, that's when I know it's done.
*Leliana: You're having me on.
*Alistair: (Laughs) You need to eat in more Fereldan inns.
*Alistair: You know, I've heard about the Orlesian bards.
*Leliana: Who hasn't? They're quite famous, after all.
*Alistair: The stories I heard were a little... racier. It had to do with how a bard assassinated her target. How they were... lulled into complacency.
*Leliana: If those stories were true, who would ever agree to entertain a bard in their court?
*Alistair: Oh, I don't know, there's a certain allure to danger, isn't there? And besides, you couldn't all be assassins, could you? I'd take my chances. If the stories were true, that is.
*Leliana: We had rules about that sort of thing. Strict rules.
*Alistair: Such as? You're not going to tell me, are you?
*Leliana: Let's just say I had plenty of reasons to join the Chantry, shall we? And leave it at that.
*Alistair: I will never get over how quietly you are able to move.
*Leliana: It took me years and years to learn and even then I am not the best at it.
*Alistair: So you didn't sneak around when spying?
*Leliana: We all had different ways of doing things. Some preferred not to be seen at all, to cloak themselves in shadow and darkness. I realized that it is not such a bad thing to be seen, as long as you do not stand out and are quickly forgotten. I specialized in blending in, not drawing attention and looking like I had every right to be there. It is invisibility, but of another kind.
*Alistair: Ah, yes, but I heard you often seduced your targets. They'd remember you.
*Leliana: Not if they died...
*Alistair: Oh.
*Leliana: Dying while in the company of a lovely seductress... tell me that isn't a good death.
*Alistair: I don't know if I should take you seriously... but you scare me sometimes.
(after leaving Lothering)
*Alistair: So what do you think will happen to all those people we left behind in Lothering?
*Leliana: Some of them will find their way to Denerim. Many will die. As the Maker wills.
*Alistair: Don't you wish you could have stayed there? To help more people, I mean?
*Leliana: If the Blight isn't stopped, everyone will die. This is the greater good we're serving, both of us, right here.
*Alistair: So it's all right to let some people die for the greater good? I... I'm not so sure about that. I felt bad leaving all those people there, all panicked and helpless.
*Leliana: You're doing what you must, Alistair. There will be worse to come yet... you will need to steel yourself, you know this.
*Alistair: I've never been very good at that. The steeling myself part. I find it better sometimes to just be a little weak. I'm all right with that, really.
*Leliana: I don't believe you. And either way, it's not as if any of us has a choice.
(if the Warden is in a romance with Morrigan)
*Alistair: So have you heard? Morrigan and him are... you know.
*Leliana: Have you nothing better to do than to spread idle gossip? And besides, he can probably hear us both. You're not being very discreet.
*Alistair: No, look, he's not even paying attention.
*Leliana: Hmmm. maybe. You don't... think that he's serious about it, do you? The woman is a vile fiend.
*Alistair: Well, look here, now who's an idle gossip? Me-ow!
*Leliana: You're the one who started this, I might remind you. And I'm... well, I'm ending it!
(if the Warden is in a romance with Alistair)
*Alistair: So... you're female, Leliana, right?
*Leliana: I am? That's news. When did that happen?
*Alistair: I just wanted some advice. What should I do if... if I think a woman is special and--
*Leliana: You want to woo her? Here's a good tip: you shouldn't question her about her female-ness.
*Alistair: All right, yes. Good point.
*Leliana: Why do you ask? Are you afraid things will not proceed naturally?
*Alistair: Why would they? Especially when I do things like ask women if they're female.
*Leliana: It adds to your charm, Alistair. You are a little awkward. It is endearing.
*Alistair: So I should be awkward? Didn't you just say not to do things like that?
*Leliana: Just be yourself. You do know how to do that, don't you?
*Alistair: All right, forget I asked.
(if a male Warden is in a romance with Leliana)
*Alistair: So... this thing you and him have going? Doesn't that violate your vows?
*Leliana: What? What kind of question is that to just blurt out? What do we "have going"?
*Alistair: Yes, I'm that blind. I so totally did not see you ogling each other before.
*Leliana: He was not ogling me. Was he? Was he really ogling me?
*Alistair: Now that you say it, I'm not sure. Maybe he wasn't ogling you. I don't know... I could always ask him...
*Leliana: You can't do that! Could you? You couldn't do that...
*Alistair: I could. But I won't. Next thing you'll have me pulling his hair and passing him love letters.
*Leliana: I... just mind your own business. How inappropriate!
(if the Warden is in a romance with Zevran)
*Alistair: So I'm wondering something... what exactly does a woman see in a man like Zevran?
*Leliana: Oh, he's handsome enough for some. Why do you ask?
*Alistair: No reason. It's just... doesn't he seem to be a bit too much? The hair, the clothing...
*Leliana: I don't understand. A bit too much what? Do you have a problem with him?
*Alistair: Beyond the fact that he's an assassin who's tried to kill us more than once. No... no, not really. Do women go for that sort of thing?
*Leliana: Where I come from they do, oh yes.
*Alistair: Huh. Really? I see.
(after Alistair's heritage is revealed)
*Leliana: There are many great tales of lost kings who return to their lands to reign in glory...
*Alistair: I am not lost. Nor, for that matter, a king. And there is nothing glorious about me.
*Leliana: You are Maric's son; you are the rightful king of Ferelden.
*Alistair: I am the son of a star-struck maid and an indiscreet man who just happened to be king. Look, I can't be king. Some days I have trouble figuring out which boot goes on which foot.
*Leliana: Complete fools are made leaders of kingdoms all the time, and you're not a complete fool.
*Alistair: What an utter relief.
*Leliana: And don't worry about the boots. Kings don't need to dress themselves. that's what advisors are for, isn't it?
*Alistair: And star-struck maids, apparently.
=== Leliana and Morrigan ===
*Leliana: I'm wondering Morrigan... do you believe in the Maker?
*Morrigan: Certainly not. I've no primitive fear of the moon such that I must place my faith in tales so that I may sleep at night.
*Leliana: But this can't all be an accident. Spirits, magic, all these wonderous things around us both dark and light. You know these things exist.
*Morrigan: The fact of their existence does not presuppose an intelligent design by some absentee father-figure.
*Leliana: So it is all random, then? A happy coincidence that we are all here?
*Morrigan: Attempting to impose order over chaos is futile. Nature is, by its very nature, chaotic.
*Leliana: I don't believe that. I believe we have a purpose. All of us.
*Morrigan: Yours, apparently being to bother me.
*Leliana: So you truly do not believe in any sort of higher power?
*Morrigan: It has been bothering you, I see. No, I do not. Must I?
*Leliana: What do you believe happens to you after you die then? Nothing?
*Morrigan: I do not go sit by the Maker's side, if that's what you mean.
*Leliana: Only those who are worthy are brought to the Maker's side. So many other sad souls are left to wander in the void, hopeless and forever lost.
*Morrigan: And what evidence of this have you? I see only spirits, no wandering ghosts of wicked disbelievers.
*Leliana: It must be so sad to look forward to nothing, to feel no love and seek no reward in the afterlife.
*Morrigan: Yes, the anguish tears at me so. You have seen through me to my sad, sad core.
*Leliana: Now you're simply mocking me.
*Morrigan: You notice? It appears your perceptive powers know no bounds.
*Leliana: Let me ask you this, then, Morrigan. What if there really was a Maker?
*Morrigan: Then I would wonder why He has abandoned His creation. It seems terribly irresponsible of Him.
*Leliana: He left us because we were determined to make our own way, even if we hurt outselves, and He could not bear to watch.
*Morrigan: But how do you know? You cannot ask Him this. Perhaps He has gone to a new creation elsewhere, and abandoned this as a dismal failure, best forgotten.
*Leliana: I do not need to know because I have faith. I believe in Him and feel His hope and His love.
*Morrigan: "Faith." How quickly those who have no answers invoke that word.
*Leliana: How can someone who practices magic have so little capacity to believe in that which she cannot see?
*Morrigan: Magic is real. I can touch it and command it and I need no faith for it to fill me up inside. If you are looking for your higher power, there it is.
*Leliana: But only if you can control it. I do not envy the loneliness you must feel at times Morrigan.
*Morrigan: I... leave me be. Loneliness would be preferred to this... endless chatter.
*Leliana: They say your mother is Flemeth, a witch of the Korcari Wilds.
*Morrigan: They also say that washing your feet in winter makes you catch cold in the head, but we all know that is not true. But sometimes they are right and they are right in this.
*Leliana: You know the stories about--
*Morrigan: Of course. You think my mother would let me go without telling me all the stories of her youth?
*Leliana: My mother told me stories too. She was the one who kindled my love of the old tales and legends.
*Morrigan: Hmph. my mother's stories curdled my blood and haunted my dreams. No little girl wants to hear about the Wilder men her mother took to her bed, using them till they were spent, then killing them. No little girl wants to be told that this is also expected of her, once she comes of age.
*Leliana: I... uh... I see.
*Morrigan: No, you don't. You really don't.
*Leliana: Do you have any tales of the wilds?
*Morrigan: None of the sort you like. No princesses in tall towers or knights throwing themselves at whole armies.
*Leliana: That's not all I like!
*Morrigan: Do you want tales of the Chasind Wilders who dwell in the marsh? Do you want to hear of the slow deaths they inflict on their enemies? Perhaps a tale of the poisonous creatures of the Wilds that lay their eggs on your skin so that their young may eat you alive when hatched? Or a tale of my mother's marsh cuisine? That, in my opinion, is the most terrifying of all my tales.
*Leliana: Uh... no. I don't want to hear about those things...
*Morrigan: Then I have no tales for you.
*Leliana: You are very beautiful Morrigan.
*Morrigan: Tell me something I do not know.
*Leliana: But you always dress in such rags. It suits you I suppose. A little tear here, a little rip there to show some skin. I understand.
*Morrigan: You understand I lived in a forest, I hope?
*Leliana: Maybe we could get you in a nice dress one day. Silk. No, maybe velvet. Velvet is heavier, better to guard against the cold in Ferelden. Dark red velvet, yes. With gold embroidery. It should be cut low in the front of course, we don't want to hide your features.
*Morrigan: Stop looking at my breasts like that. 'Tis most disturbing!
*Leliana: You don't think so? And if it's cut low in the front we must put your hair up to show off that lovely neck.
*Morrigan: You are insane. I would sooner let Alistair dress me.
*Leliana: It'll be fun, I promise! We'll get some shoes too! Ah, shoes! We could go shopping together!
(playing a male Warden romancing both Morrigan and Leliana)
*Morrigan: I am not fond of sharing. You should know this.
*Leliana: I haven't asked to borrow anything of yours.
*Morrigan: Nor would I lend it if asked. You would be best to desist and find your own.
*Leliana: Find my own what?
*Morrigan: (sigh) This facade of yours is unconvincing. If 'tis a competition you wish, a competition you shall have.
*Leliana: You wild folk are very odd. And possessive.
(playing a male Warden romancing both Morrigan and Leliana)
*Morrigan: I see you yet continue to be where you are not welcomed.
*Leliana: Are you jealous? Is that what this is about? Because I don't think it's for you to decide what I should or should not do.
*Morrigan: Oh, you may continue on as you have. I am merely informing you that you will suffer the consequences.
*Leliana: You forget, Morrigan, I am not without my own pointy ends, as well. Do not make promises you cannot keep.
*Morrigan: I always keep my promises.
*Leliana: Talk is cheap.
*Morrigan: And this from a bard?
(playing a male Warden romancing both Morrigan and Leliana)
*Morrigan: You can't possibly think he would prefer you?
*Leliana: Funnily I was about to say the same thing to you.
*Morrigan: Oh, and what exactly is it you believe you have to offer?
*Leliana: I don't know, but if we are together, it will be because, he wants me and he loves me, these things are real.
*Morrigan: And yet love grows rotten on the vine so quickly. A sour fruit that offers only a memory of sweetness. What is it worth, truly?
*Leliana: Everything. Only a dried-up shell of a person would not know that.
*Morrigan: We shall see.
(if the Warden has slept w/ Morrigan, but not Leliana there is a little change in the conversation)
*Morrigan: "You can't possibly think he would prefer you?"
*Leliana: "Funnily I was about to say the same thing, to you."
*Morrigan: "And yet he and I have made love. Did you know this?"
*Leliana: "I... suspected as much. All the better, as he will soon discover you have nothing else to offer."
*Morrigan: "The world of flesh is one of many weird, varied delights. What do you think that he will do when he discovers that you offer only frigid incompetence?"
*Leliana: "If we reach that point...if we do... it will be because we love each other."
*Morrigan: "And yet love grows rotten on the vine so quickly. A sour fruit that offers only a memory of sweetness. What is it worth, truly?"
*Leliana: "Everything. Only a dried-up shell of a person would not know that."
*Morrigan: "We shall see."
(playing a male Warden and romancing Leliana)
*Morrigan: The way you look at him so intently, so hungrily... one would think you have never seen a man before.
*Leliana: Where I look is not your concern.
*Morrigan: It is almost as though you wish he would feel your gaze upon him and notice you.
*Morrigan: And maybe he does notice you, but what does he see? A girl, skinny like a boy, with wild, ragged hair.
*Leliana: What is your point, Morrigan? That I am not attractive?
*Leliana: I do not need to make disparaging remarks about other women to make myself feel better. I know who I am.
*Leliana: You say that I am the one who tries to be noticed, when it is you. He has ignored your advances, hasn't he?
*Leliana: Perhaps it's time you stop projecting your own troubles on someone else.
(variation if romance with Morrigan is active)
*Morrigan: The way you look at him so intently, so hungrily... one would think you have never seen a man before.
*Leliana: Where I look is not your concern.
*Morrigan: True enough. There is no way I can deny you this... but why would he choose you, when he could have me?
*Leliana: You're confident for a woman raised in a swamp, far from anything remotely resembling civilization.
*Morrigan: And maybe that is my appeal? A woman like you, why, he could find in any city in Thedas. You think you are cultured? Worldly?
*Morrigan: Powdered, perfumed, you ooze elegance, but what man wants a woman who lies limp beneath him, frozen in place by the thought that she might ruin her hair?
*Leliana: So you're saying you're wild and uninhibited? I suppose he must like your shrieking, you sound like a genlock being murdered—a sweet, sweet sound to a Grey Warden.
*Leliana: You should try a little harder next time he takes you. I don't think they heard you in the Anderfels.
*Morrigan: Tsk, tsk, Leliana. Watch your jealousy, or you'll give yourself wrinkles.
*Leliana: Get away from me, or I shall have to take drastic measures.
*Morrigan: Resorting to violence. And here I thought you were civilized.
(if the Warden dumped Morrigan for Leliana)
*Morrigan: So he has chosen you. You think this is a triumph? Look at him... look at him and know that you will never truly have him.
*Leliana: Jealousy, Morrigan. Tsk, tsk... it is not becoming--
*Morrigan: You mock me, but when he is in your arms, in your bed, telling you he loves you, know that there will be moments when he is thinking of me.
*Leliana: Andraste forgive me, but you, Morrigan, are a bitch. A cruel, cruel bitch, and you will get your comeuppance.
*Morrigan: Perhaps. But even so, you know in you heart that I am right.
(if the Warden is in a romance with Morrigan at Love, but not Leliana)
*Leliana: It's nice to see you two together. Love is such a wonderful thing, isn't it?
*Morrigan: What are you talking about? Is this more of your insipidness?
*Leliana: I... was talking about you and the Grey Warden. You don't think the rest of us haven't noticed, I hope?
*Morrigan: There is nothing to notice. What you call "love" is nothing more than a wishful fancy.
*Leliana: Oh, you don't fool me! Deep down inside you must be glad of it.
*Morrigan: Let me tell you one thing, and then let us speak of it no more. Love is a weakness. Love is a cancer that grows inside and makes one do foolish things. Love is death. The love you dream of is something that would be more important to one than anything, even life. I know no such love.
*Leliana: Oh.
*Morrigan: What I know is passion. The respect of equals. Things far more valuable that I'll not speak to you any further. Now begone.
(there is a small variation in the conversation, if you previously finished your relationship with Leliana)
*Leliana: It's nice to see you two together. Love is such a wonderful thing, isn't it?
*Morrigan: What are you talking about? Is this more of your insipidness?
*Leliana: I... was talking about you and the Grey Warden. You don't think the rest of us haven't noticed, I hope?
*Morrigan: There is nothing to notice. What you call "love" is nothing more than a wishful fancy.
*Leliana: Oh, you don't fool me! Deep down inside you must be glad of it.
*Morrigan: Let me tell you one thing, and then let us speak of it no more. Love is a weakness. Love is a cancer that grows inside and makes one do foolish things. Love is death. The love you dream of is something that would be more important to one than anything, even life. I know no such love.
*Leliana: Oh.
*Morrigan: He has chosen me over you. If your hope is that he chose something pure and sugary sweet, then you are quite wrong.
*Morrigan: What he chose is passion. The respect of equals. Things far more valuable that I'll not speak to you any further. Now begone.
(after completing The Arl of Redcliffe quest)
*Morrigan: I imagine you have already composed a suitable ballad to commemorate the events at Redcliffe, Leliana?
*Leliana: Why would I do such a thing?
*Morrigan: You have taken up your instruments once again, have you not? So to speak. A bard takes events of great import and puts them to tale.
*Leliana: What happened at Redcliffe was horrible! So many people died, and they were violated by unimaginable evil forces.
*Morrigan: That was not so difficult, was it? You may wish to add music however.
*Leliana: You make it sound as if you enjoyed what happened there. I can barely stomach to think of it.
*Morrigan: But we were successful in the end. Victory without cost has little worth.
*Leliana: I just think of what that poor little boy went through... no, I don't want to glorify what happened there.
*Morrigan: Then who will learn from these events? I would think on it some more, were I you.
(after starting Leliana's Past)
*Morrigan: So I see you are quite the little deceiver, after all."
*Leliana: Finally decided to gloat, have you?"
*Morrigan: It simply suits my view of the Chantry that one of their devoted sisters should turn out to be so full of hypocrisy.
*Leliana: There are good people in the Chantry. Many good people who are just there to help others.
*Morrigan: And apparently at least a few who are simply pretending to be good.
*Leliana: At least I was trying to be better than I was. At least I regretted the evil I'd done. Better that than be someone who's never loved anyone or anything, least of all herself. Anything but that.
*Morrigan: It seem that at least you got the self-righteousness down part. Well done.
=== Leliana and Sten ===
*Sten: You were in the Chantry. You are a priest?
*Leliana: No, no. I was a lay sister of the Chantry.
*Sten: Which means?
*Leliana: I lived and worked in the Chantry, but I did not take any vows.
*Sten: So you... dabbled in priesthood, then?
*Leliana: Oh no, the lay sisters don't have the same sorts of duties as priests at all.
*Sten: So you were not a priest, did none of their duties, and took no vows, but you lived among them?
*Leliana: Yes!
*Sten: ...You were a house guest of the Chantry?
*Leliana: Um... sort of...
*Sten: You sing a great deal.
*Leliana: Yes, I do. Music lifts my spirit. Would you like me to stop?
*Sten: I didn't say that. Was that part of your Chant?
*Leliana: (Laughs) No! It was a ballad about a highwayman and the tavern girl who loved him. Could you not tell?
*Sten: All your language sounds the same to me. I thought you were singing of vegetables, actually.
*Leliana: I saw what you were doing back there.
*Sten: Oh?
*Leliana: Don't play innocent with me.
*Sten: What are you talking about?
*Leliana: You. Playing with that kitten.
*Sten: ...There was no kitten.
*Leliana: Sten, I saw you. You dangling a piece of twine for it.
*Sten: I was helping it train.
*Leliana: You're a big softie!
*Sten: We will never speak of this again.
*Leliana: Softie!
(an alternative to the above)
*Leliana: I saw what you were doing back there.
*Sten: Oh?
*Leliana: Don't play innocent with me.
*Sten: What are you talking about?
*Leliana: Outside, you were picking flowers!
*Sten: ...No, I wasn't.
*Leliana: You were!
*Sten: ...They were medicinal.
*Leliana: You're a big softie!
*Sten: We will never speak of this again.
*Leliana: Softie!
*Sten: Stop that.
*Leliana: (Giggles) Stop what?
*Sten: That. Looking at me and giggling.
*Leliana: I can't help it! You are so big and stoic! Who would have thought you'd be a big softie?
*Sten: Stop saying that. I am a soldier of the Beresaad. I am not a "softie."
*Leliana: (Giggles) Softie.
*Sten: ...I hate humans.
*Sten: (Sigh) Leliana, what do you want from me?
*Leliana: Nothing! I'm just curious. There's a lot we don't know about you, Sten. ...Except that you're a big softie.
*Sten: Please stop saying that.
*Leliana: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make fun of you. There's nothing wrong with having a heart, Sten. It's just not what I expected.
*Sten: Why?
*Leliana: You're so Qunari! All the stories speak as if you were a hurricane or an earthquake rather than people.
*Sten: Qunari are most dangerous because we are thinking men and not unthinking force.
*Leliana: I don't understand. What do you mean?
*Sten: For your sake, I hope you never find out.
*Leliana: I've heard stories about the Qunari, you know.
*Sten: Oh?
*Leliana: They conquered nearly all of the north. Tevinter, Rivain, Antiva... Much of the land was laid waste. In the northern kingdoms, they say the Qunari are implacable. Relentless. More like a landslide than an invasion. It took three Exalted Marches to drive them back to the sea.
*Sten: We'll do better next time.
*Sten: Why are you here?
*Leliana: What do you mean?
*Sten: Women are priests, artisans, farmers or shopkeepers. None of them have any place in fighting.
*Leliana: I have no idea how to answer this...
*Sten: It is not done. There is no more to it.
*Leliana: Do you mean your people have no female mages or warriors?
*Sten: Of course not. Why would our women wish to be men?
*Leliana: What are you talking about? They don't wish to be men.
*Sten: They shouldn't. That can only lead to frustration.
*Leliana: Sten...no, never mind. Let's drop this.
*Leliana: Are there Qunari bards?
*Sten: Why wouldn't there be?
*Leliana: I don't know. You don't seem like very musical people to me.
*Sten: You base this on me? I am a soldier. The antaam does not do battle with lutes.
=== Leliana and Zevran ===
*Zevran: So I imagine it has been some time for you, Leliana.
*Leliana: Some time for me? I do not know what you mean.
*Zevran: Some time since you last knocked boots, shall we say? You did just come from the cloistered life, no?
*Leliana: Of course it has been some time. There are more important things in life than "knocking boots," Zevran.
*Zevran: Oh, I'll not argue that. I simply mean that the body has urges, urges given to us by the Maker. Yours must be... considerable. After all that time.
*Leliana: That is a very personal question.
*Zevran: I mean no offense. I simply offer my services should you ever feel the need for... release.
*Leliana: Let me think about it, then. Should every man in Ferelden suddenly die, you may even have your chance.
*Zevran: A-ha! Progress!
(alternative to the above last two lines, if Leliana is in a relationship with the Warden but not hardened)
*Leliana: That's very kind of you. Perhaps I should speak to the Grey Warden for advice on whether or not to accept your offer?
*Zevran: (Sigh) Adventure has changed you, Leliana.
*Leliana: For the better, I hope.
(another alternative to the above lines, if Leliana is hardened)
*Leliana: That's very kind of you to be concerned for my well being, Zevran.
*Zevran: Let it never be said that I'm not here to help when the call comes.
*Zevran: So what is it, exactly, that the sisters of the Chantry do for amusement?
*Leliana: Do they not have sisters in Antiva, Zevran?
*Zevran; Naturally. Yet we are... hesitant to speak with the sisters back home. They are "atiya nagrano"... how do you say it? Pure. Not to be spoiled.
*Leliana: And you would spoil them just by speaking to them?
*Zevran: You really have no idea, do you?
*Leliana: I wasn't born in the Chantry, Zevran. Sisters... we had many ways to pass the time. Work, for instance. And prayer.
*Zevran: No time for leisure at all?
*Leliana: I was not there for idle pursuits and pleasure, Zevran. I was there to contemplate my relationship to the Maker.
*Zevran: And that's it? Sounds bloody boring.
*Leliana: What did you imagine your Antivan sisters did, exactly?
*Zevran: Well, in Antiva the chantries make much of the wine, so I suppose I assumed they... drank it?
*Leliana: I... doubt that very much.
*Zevran: And there goes one childhood dream. To think I once longed to be a brother.
*Zevran: How long were you in that cloister, my dear woman?
*Leliana: Just over two years. Why do you ask?
*Zevran: And... and all the brothers and sisters there, they had taken vows?
*Leliana: Most of them, yes.
*Zevran: For two years you had no contact with anyone but men and women who... who are promised to some uncaring god?
*Leliana: What are you getting at?
*Zevran: Didn't you... didn't you desire companionship, during those two years? Two years! The very thought makes me weak.
*Leliana: My time in the cloister was a time of contemplation. I occupied myself with thoughts of the Maker, and other... worthy pursuits.
*Leliana: But like I said, most of the brothers and sisters had taken vows. Not all of them. Some were just affirmed, like me.
*Zevran: A-ha! That is not so bad then.
*Leliana: Nothing happened, Zevran. It would not be right to engage in that behavior in a house devoted to the Maker.
*Zevran: Why? The Maker made us who we are. He made our urges; He gave us these parts. You think He made them for looks?
*Zevran: So tell me of this vision of yours, Leliana.
*Leliana: I'm not certain I wish to discuss my vision with you. You'll make fun of me.
*Zevran: No-oooo, why would I ever do such a thing?
*Leliana: See? There you go. No, I am not speaking to you of it.
*Zevran: Hmm. Yes, I suppose the Maker would not want you to spread His words. Very well, I'll accept your reproach.
*Leliana: I... why do you even wish to know?
*Zevran: Why, to make fun of you, of course.
*Leliana: You are utterly impossible.
*Zevran: On the contrary, I am often told how very easy I am, my dear.
*Zevran: So come, now. I am serious this time. Tell me of your vision.
*Leliana: Tell you? Certainly not.
*Zevran: You've told the Grey Wardens of your vision, have you not? Why them and not I?
*Leliana: You said that you intended to make fun of me. You actually said that.
*Zevran: It was funny at the time. But, come... surely you can see I am serious now. I honestly wish to know.
*Leliana: That's too bad. I honestly don't wish to tell you.
*Zevran: Then I suspect you don't even believe in your own vision.
*Leliana: What? I... that's not true! I do believe in it!
*Zevran: Then you would stand by it, no matter what the consequences.
*Leliana: Do you intend to make fun of me?
*Zevran: Well, yes... I can't help it.
*Leliana: (angrily) I... you... I simply...
*Zevran: (laughing) I know, I know. Terrible.
*Leliana: These markings of yours... they have a certain appeal. They remind me of how we used to paint our faces in Orlais.
*Zevran: Ah, but these are not just paint.
*Leliana: Do they mean anything to you? These symbols?
*Zevran: Some do... some symbols are sacred to the Crows. I am not permitted to tell you what they mean.
*Zevran: Others are there to accentuate the lines of the body... it's curves and musculature. It is hard to explain with armor and clothing on.
*Leliana: But I don't recall seeing many markings on your body.
*Zevran: Ah, no, of course not. They are not in the places you have yet seen. I can show you, if you wish.
*Leliana: Err... no, I think not.
*Zevran: Is this a problem?
*Leliana: Not at all. I am merely content looking at the markings on your face, that is all.
*Zevran: Have it your way. Should you change your mind...
*Leliana: You'll be the first to know, don't you worry.
*Leliana: We have many things in common, Zevran
*Zevran: Other than our purity and beauty?
*Leliana: We both spent many years in places other than Ferelden. You are an assassin, and I, a bard.
*Zevran: Then you were called upon to kill.
*Leliana: Often. I didn't like it, but I did it anyway.
*Zevran: You didn't like it? You didn't like the thrill of the hunt?
*Leliana: I suppose... I did like that. The hunt... not the killing.
*Zevran: The killing just signals the end of the hunt. Without it, the chase goes on. You killed your marks cleanly, I hope.
*Leliana: Whenever possible.
*Zevran: Good, when the prey is caught, it deserves a good death, a clean death.
*Zevran: Perhaps you are right; we have much in common.
(Leliana must be hardened)
*Zevran: I must say, dear woman, I rather like this change in you.
*Leliana: That's nice, but I'm not sleeping with you.
*Zevran: Oh, I can think of many other things we can do other than sleep.
*Leliana: Oh? Then let's see what's in those trousers. I like to make informed decisions, after all.
*Zevran: That's rather saucy of you, isn't it? You really have changed!
*Leliana: Yes, yes. I don't see those trousers coming down, however, do I?
*Zevran: Err...you just want me to show you? Right here?
*Leliana: Why not? Aren't you the shameless lothario you claim to be? There are rumors about you elves and I intend to see them proved untrue before I even consider a tumble.
(if Leliana is in a relationship with the Warden)
*Zevran: On second thought, I suppose it would be rude of me to intrude on another man's domain...
*Leliana: I thought as much.
(otherwise)
*Zevran: On second thought, perhaps you've traveled to an awkward place where I dare not follow...
*Leliana: I thought as much.
(after Landsmeet starts)
*Leliana: Zevran, I saw you looking at that girl in town earlier. What did you think of her?
*Zevran: My dear Leliana, which girl? I saw many and I watched them all.
*Leliana: You know, the one with the... with the shoes!
*Zevran: The shoes. Yes, good reference.
*Leliana: Well, she also had blond curls worn in a long braid.
*Zevran: A braid? Oh, that one. Yes, I remember her.
*Leliana: So, what did you think? You seemed quite enthralled.
*Zevran: Well, she was... quite marvelous... except for the butter face.
*Leliana: The butter what?
*Zevran: Butter face. Everything's marvelous but her face.
*Leliana: You're a bad man.
=== Leliana and Oghren ===
*Oghren: They tell you what to wear in the Chantry?
*Leliana: You have robes and such that you must wear.
*Oghren: And uh, so. Robes. What else?
*Leliana: Well... sometimes there are vestments and ceremonial garments...
*Oghren: Right. Right. And... and then?
*Leliana: Why are you so interested in this?
*Oghren: Oh sod it. Under the robes: pants? No pants?
*Leliana: What?
*Oghren: Stop stalling. Naked or not?
*Leliana: What difference does it make?
*Oghren: All right. Stonewall me. I'll find out one way or the other.
*Leliana: Uh, right. Good luck with that.
(after completing A Paragon of Her Kind)
*Oghren: (Sigh)
*Leliana: Is something the matter? Are you... are you thinking about Branka?
*Oghren: Branka--?
*Leliana: You loved her, didn't you? I've seen you, some nights, staring off into the distance with such sadness in your eyes. You wonder if you did something that drove her away; you wonder if she would have stayed if you had done things differently. She must have loved you, somewhere inside...
*Oghren: That sodding great dew-licker had a heart clad in iron. She only had one love—the Anvil. and later, the Anvil. Only sighed because I was gassy, and finally let off a good one. (Inhales) Should be hitting you right about now. (Laughs) Silent killer, eh?
*Leliana: (Coughs)
*Oghren: How do you stand it? All that open air? Sometimes I look into that big black emptiness and it's like it's swallowing me up.
*Leliana: I like it. I like to imagine the sky goes on forever... boundless fields of stars, whirling and swirling eternally in their slow dance...
*Oghren: Not... helping. I don't like looking up and seeing a great infinite nothing.
*Leliana: You know, in the old days, people said that the sky was an immense vaulted ceiling, crafted by the Maker Himself to protect the world. But the ceiling-sky covered the world in shadow, and so He set in it the sun and moon, to light up the world below. And then He made the stars, and he laid them down in curious patterns, that man would look upon them and wonder what they represented.
*Oghren: So the sky is just the inside of a great sodding cave.
*Leliana: That's what they believed. And it gave them comfort.
*Oghren: Hmph. Then why the bleeding mud did your Maker build it so high up?
(after Leliana was given the Cute Nug as a Gift)
*Oghren: Ach! Leliana, get this stupid beast out of here.
*Leliana: I am sorry, Oghren, was he disturbing you?
*Oghren: No, but if he isn't careful I'm going to start thinking about how delicious he looks. A little taste of home, eh?
*Leliana: Um, I will make sure Schmooples is never underfoot again.
*Oghren: Schmooples? You named a nug Schmooples? The last thing we need around here is a walking snack named Schmooples!
=== Leliana and Shale ===
*Shale: So I am to understand the sister is a follower of this "Maker"?
*Leliana: Am I the sister? Aw... that's so cute. It's like you're my big brother, or sister... or whatever.
*Shale: I am a creature of stone. I doubt that we will be related in any shape or form.
*Leliana: Oh I didn't mean literally! Don't you think people can be related in spirit?
*Shale: I notice that humans tend to believe in a great number of things that are not true, even when given evidence to the contrary.
*Leliana: Believing in things when there is no proof is what faith is all about, Shale.
*Shale: Believing in things when there is no proof is what gullibility is all about.
*Leliana: So I am gullible now?
*Shale: I, ah, take it we are no longer sisters in spirit?
*Shale: I, uh, may have a cause to apologize to the sister.
*Leliana: Apologize? For what?
*Shale: For suggesting that the sister is gullible for believing in things which were not real.
*Leliana: Oh that. I've already forgotten about that. Thank you for reminding me.
*Shale: I suppose it would offer some... comfort... to believe that things occur according to some grand purpose. All those years I spent in Honnleath, unable to move, it would be comforting to think there was some reason for it.
*Leliana: Do you know there wasn't? Maybe the Maker did it to bring you here, to us. You once said that you have no purpose. Perhaps you were simply looking for it in the wrong place.
*Shale: Perhaps. I shall think on this.
*Shale: I have thought about what the sister said.
*Leliana: Our last talk? And?
*Shale: I would like the sister to explain to me the purpose of birds.
*Leliana: Birds? What... kind of birds?
*Shale: Any kind. The evil little demons that strafe the ground with their droppings. What reasons could your Maker have for such things?
*Leliana: The same reason he has for any...evil. Such as the darkspawn, if one were to... equate the two.
*Shale: I have a hard time believing a higher power inflicting any evil upon this world. Does it enjoy such jest?
*Leliana: Perhaps there is a lesson to learn in it. Not all lessons are easy, Shale.
*Shale: Hmph. It's any wonder this Maker has so many followers. I mean... Birds! What was He thinking?
*Shale: I have thought a little more about the sister's Maker.
*Leliana: He's not just my Maker Shale. He's your Maker too. He created everything.
*Shale: (if Shale's personal quest hasn't been completed) Hmpf. I don't know who made me, but I doupt it was Him.
*Shale: (if Shale's personal quest has been completed) I happen to know exactly who my maker is.
*Leliana: I think you're wrong. The important part of you... that part which makes you you... He made that.
*Shale: And the sister simply believes this, even though there is no proof?
*Leliana: I do.
*Shale: And the sister still believes that she and I could be sisters? In spirit?
*Leliana: I do. I think that would be nice.
*Shale: I suppose there are worse things that could happen. Like being assaulted by a flock of pigeons.
*Leliana: I'm glad to hear it.
*Leliana: I did not realize that you were a woman.
*Shale: That is because I am not. I am a golem.
*Leliana: But you were once a woman. And a dwarf. Doesn't that... mean anything to you?
*Shale: The bard speaks of someone who lived five centuries ago. What have I in common with her?
*Leliana: You share a soul.
*Shale: I do not... it talks in riddles. Desist, or I shall crush its head.
*Leliana: Do you miss the life you once had, Shale? These centuries of memories you have lost?
*Shale: Does it miss being within its mother's womb?
*Leliana: Do I...? Well, no. I don't remember that far back.
*Shale: It is no different. My memory stretches only so far, and what went before is now lost.
*Leliana: And you remember nothing at all? Not even a little bit?
*Shale: There are... images. Faces who I have no names for. places I remember being but not where they are. Do I miss these things? They are without context. I feel only disquiet when I think of them.
*Leliana: Like dreams, then. When you awake all the details have fled.
*Shale: Is that what it is to dream? Then yes. Perhaps it is like that.
*Leliana: How very sad. To discover your entire life has been a forgotten dream. I am so sorry.
*Shale: The sister has interesting footwear.
*Leliana: Oh? You... like shoes, do you?
*Shale: My mass is considerable. Some cushioning on my feet would be ideal, but I doubt such footwear could be made.
*Leliana: Hmm. I could see some nice, thick sandals being made. With very tick leather straps. Oh yes, that could be done! Perhaps we could find some cobbler who could give it a try! What color would you want?
*Shale: Surely the color is unimportant.
*Leliana: In fact, the color is very important. That, and picking a shape that makes your ankles look slender... and you could use some help there, I fear.
*Shale: I... have thick ankles?
*Leliana: It's all right. I don't like my thighs. What's important is working with what you have.
*Shale: Hmm. Very well. I wish my shoes to be red.
*Leliana: Ooh! Bold choice! We'll have to remember that!
*Shale: Why does the bard stare at me so?
*Leliana: I was thinking about writing a song about you. "The Statue with the Heart of Gold"... or something like that.
*Shale: It thinks my heart is made of gold? It is stone, as anything else. Cold stone.
*Leliana: I meant that you had... a good heart. It seems to be that you do.
*Shale: And they call this having a "heart of gold?" Why?
*Leliana: Uh... because gold is precious and shiny and... a good heart is just as valuable?
*Shale: Shiny.
*Leliana: In a manner of speaking.
*Shale: My heart does not qualify as shiny. I kill. Frequently, and not without pleasure.
*Leliana: You had a difficult life. Deep down, at the center of your being, you are a good person. I believe that.
*Shale: Even though I have never demonstrated this aspect? How peculiar.
*Leliana: You aren't all stone, Shale. There is a person inside of you.
*Shale: If so, it is because I ate it.
*Leliana: I do not understand why you hate birds so much.
*Shale: It is because I had to endure their chirping, their perching, and most especially their constant sh-
*Leliana: No, I understand that part. But they were just... being what they are!
*Shale: Exactly. Disgusting vermin with wings. Darkspawn must be exterminated for being what they are, as well.
*Leliana: But a bird is a creature of grace, and beauty! They open their mouths and they sing!
*Shale: The bard hears music. I hear a wail of banshees that boils my blood.
*Leliana: But... what about a nightingale? Or a swan?
*Shale: They are not pigeons, it is true. Still? Evil beasts of the sky.
*Leliana: (Sigh) I give up.
(if a male Warden is in a romance with Leliana)
*Shale: I notice the sister has been spending a great deal of time with it.
*Leliana: With "it?" Oh... you mean him. I'm surprised you would notice such things.
*Shale: I am made of rock. This does not make me dense.
*Leliana: (Giggles) I suppose not.
*Shale: Does the sister not see a problem with serving two masters?
*Leliana: Hmmm, ignoring the "serving" bit. I'll assume you mean the Maker. I entered the Chantry as a lay sister, but I never took vows. Even had I, the Chantry doesn't prohibit two people from coming together in love.
*Shale: I was told that the sister left behind the service of the Maker to journey here.
*Leliana: You never really leave the Maker. Not in your heart.
*Shale: That seems like an argument for infidelity.
*Leliana: You... are very catty for a walking statue, you know that?
*Shale: It has been mentioned.
=== Leliana and Wynne ===
*Leliana: You are not religious, yes? You do not believe?
*Wynne: I do, to some extent. It does not govern my life, however. Why do you ask?
*Leliana: Oh, nothing. You are just a very good person, and it shows, and I thought at first you were religious, like some of the revered mothers. But no, I thought about it and I realized that you are not.
*Wynne: I do what I do because I enjoy it; because I enjoy teaching others, helping them. I do not seek recognition for my works. I do not seek the approval of my peers, nor the approval of a distant god.
*Leliana: That is admirable, doing good for its own sake. Some I knew were not like that. They bragged about what they did, trying to impress others. "Oh, Lady Adele, you fed and clothed twenty orphans, how noble!" "No, no, it is nothing, Lady Clarabelle. You treated forty lepers, and gave them massages!" Like a competition, with false modesty. Sickening.
*Wynne: Er, did Lady Clarabelle really give forty lepers massages?
*Leliana: Who knows. Lady Clarabelle had strange tastes. I wouldn't be surprised if she did that, and more.
*Leliana: You remind me of Lady Cecilie.
*Wynne: Who?
*Leliana: She was an Orlesian lady. My mother served her until she died and Lady Cecilie let me stay, instead of turning me out on the street.
*Leliana: You are like her in some ways. You have the same poise, the same air of nobility.
*Wynne: Oh, child, I am hardly noble.
*Leliana: I learned that nobility isn't just something you are born with. I have met nobles who were petty and mean—complete degenerates.
*Leliana: Then there are people with a certain dignity and grace. It draws you to them, no matter who you are, or who they are.
*Leliana: I think that the lowest peasant can have the most noble spirit and it will always shine through. It is this nobility of spirit that you share with Cecilie.
*Wynne: Why... thank you, Leliana. It is very kind of you to say that.
*Wynne: Do you miss the cloister much? I heard you were quite happy there.
*Leliana: Yes, I was, generally. It was peaceful and it gave me a new start. No one knew who I was...But sometimes I am glad I am away and back on the road. There were bothersome things about the place... well, bothersome people. Some of the brothers and sisters would talk to you like... like the Chant they spoke was more pleasing to the Maker. Oh, I hated the way they talked down at me. So sometimes I forget the words to the Chant, or say them wrong, but so what? The Maker looks into your heart, no? So it doesn't matter what your lips say as long as your heart is true.
*Wynne: I think you're missing the point, my dear. The Chantry believes the Chant of Light should be spread around the world. You cannot spread it, if those that are speaking the Chant are speaking it incorrectly.
*Leliana: But I came to the Maker before I had even heard all of the Chants. The Maker speaks to people; they just don't know how to listen. It is all a power game, I think. If they convince others they know more, then they must be respected.
*Wynne: Ah, child, it is precisely this kind of talk that made them wary of you. Opinions that differ from your own are always threatening.
*Wynne: It is sometimes so hard to believe that you have been through so much, at such a young age.
*Leliana: I think I look younger than I am.
*Wynne: Yes... yes, that is possible. When I was your age I was just about ready to take on my first apprentice.
*Wynne: In hindsight, perhaps I should have waited a few more years. I was arrogant, my confidence bolstered by my youth.
*Leliana: It is so hard to imagine, seeing you now.
*Wynne: Oh, I've had some two decades or so to grow mellow. Believe me, back then I was quite... prickly.
*Leliana: So you are like a fine wine, yes? Losing the raw edges over time?
*Wynne: I suppose there is some truth to that analogy but dear Maker, I do hate being compared to wine. Or cheese.
*Wynne: Especially cheese.
*Leliana: It must be a wonderful thing, to be able to weave spells.
*Wynne: Wonderful? To you, perhaps. Most do not feel the same way
*Leliana: Oh, what do they know? They are just jealous. The Maker gives you magic; you must use it. You do it so effortlessly. It's like breathing for you. I wish I had such talent.
*Wynne: Oh, but you do. You have your music, your dancing. You are more graceful than anyone I've ever met. I think that perhaps the Maker gives us all magic... but of different sorts.
*Leliana: I never thought of it that way. I suppose we all have our little gifts. Back in Orlais, I knew a noble lady who was like most of the other noble ladies—fair of face and slow of wit. Anyway, Catarina had the most uncanny ability to tie knots in the stems of cherries, using only her tongue. It was very impressive. The men, especially, loved watching her.
*Wynne: Uh, yes, that's exactly the sort of Maker-given magic I was talking about.
(alternate lines if Oghren was recruited)
*Leliana: Even Oghren?
*Wynne: Oghren is a dwarf. He doesn't really come from the Maker.
*Leliana: Oh, yes. That explains it.
(after completing Broken Circle)
*Leliana: Wynne, is this yours?
*Wynne: Oh, my bag of components! Thank you, dear... I was wondering where it got to.
*Leliana: You left it by the fire, at camp.
*Wynne: Oh... yes, I remember now. How age creeps up on you, and brings with it forgetfulness...
*Leliana: You're a great mage, Wynne, and you're sharper and wiser than many people I know. Some young ones, too.
*Wynne: Ah, but you should have seen me fifteen, twenty years ago... the fires have dimmed somewhat since then.
*Wynne: But thank you, Leliana... for picking up after this old lady.
(after Wynne's condition is revealed)
*Leliana: I heard about... what happened and I... I don't really know what to say, but I feel like I need to say something. Sorry, perhaps?
*Wynne: I do not need sympathy, so do not feel obliged to give me comfort. We all die, Leliana, and we all know it. How is this different?
*Leliana: Because... because it's sooner?
*Wynne: Is it really? I may die next year, or I may die tomorrow, shot through the heart by a bandit's arrow. I do not know for sure.
*Wynne: The constant fear of death is enough to take the joy out of anything, especially life.
*Wynne: Do not worry for me, or for yourself. Death will take us when it wills and till then, we shall live, truly live.
=== Leliana and Dog ===
*Leliana: You are such a handsome dog. I think that every time I look at you.
*Dog: (Happy bark!)
*Leliana: Lady Cecilie—I lived with her after my mother died—had a dog. A small one, bred to fit under the arm and in the lap.
*Leliana: What did she name it... oh, yes. Bon-Bon. Oh, Bon-Bon was a terror. He would hide, you know, when he saw you coming...
*Leliana:And then he would attack your ankles. Razor-sharp teeth in the ankles... very painful.
*Leliana: He attacked me once. Latched onto my leg. I thought it was a diseased rat and kicked. Bon-Bon flew across the room and over the banister.
*Leliana: He survived, but he never came near me after that.
*Leliana: I have been setting down, in ink, the tales of our exploits, and I have been thinking about ways to describe you. You are unlike any animal I have ever met, almost human in your intelligence and understanding. So, let me see... you are loyal, yes? That one is obvious. Very, very clever... this is also obvious. You are terrifying when you have to be, but gentle and sweet as a dove at other times. And you are also playful... sometimes gluttonous--
*Dog: (Dog interrupts Leliana with a series of short, sharp barks.)
*Leliana: No? What is all this begging for food scraps then?
*Dog: (Whines)
*Leliana: Well, all right. You're not gluttonous. You're just... a lover of fine foods. How's that?
*Dog: (He barks happily and wags his tail.)
== Dragon Age: Inquisition ==
=== Leliana's conversation with her messenger and his errands ===
* Dorian: So. What did she say? 
* Messenger: Sister Leliana responded, the Inquisition investigates all its members. 
* Dorian: By going through their undergarments. They were mussed. I know it was one of her agents. 
* Messenger: She was... insistent, my lord.
* Dorian: Insistent 'I murder him in his sleep'? Or insistent 'be a sweetie and tell me'? 
* Messenger: (confused) Umm... the latter? 
* Dorian: Oops, that's worse. Tell her she'll have it before nightfall. 
* Messenger: Lord... Dorian wants to be involved? He even sent reasons to talk with him about the Tevinter ambassador. 
* Leliana: You can tell Lady Cassandra that her uncle refused. 
* Messenger: She anticipated that. She asked if you used her letter. 
* Leliana: Her letter, the amulet, and I even lied. The man is stubborn as an ox. 
* Messenger: Sister Leliana said she hasn't received any responses. 
* Cassandra: From no one? Not a single Pentaghast answered? 
* Messenger: Uh... there may have been a few, but... I don't think she wants to tell you what they say. 
* Cassandra: (annoyed noise) Leliana is just being stubborn. 
* Messenger: I couldn't possibly respond to that, my lady. 
* Cassandra: (annoyed) Yes, I know. (disgusted noise) Tell her to send the agents. I will deal with the consequences. 
* Messenger: Ah. I... I was told to put this in... your wine. 
* Leliana: That's a bee. 
* Messenger: It's... dead?
* Leliana: Not better?
* Messenger: He said: 'Bees make honey'?
* Leliana: Still it makes no sense. Please put that away. 
* Messenger: Sister Leliana says 'Thank you'.
* Cole: But she didn't like the bee. 
* Messenger: It was... a little weird.
* Leliana: And? 
* Messenger: Ambassador Montilyet is having trouble with the Comte du Brey (?). All she heard was 'a chocolate sponge'.
* Leliana: Very well. If the Arenburgs(?) want to play, we'll play. I will handle it. Tell Josie to put this in her next message: 'We have Lady Merand's quicksilver.'
* Leliana: (angry) I thought this obsession was over! Has he been drinking?
* Messenger: I don't know. I... I'm just the messenger! 
* Leliana: Tell him to drop it! I am not going to discuss what she was like! 
* Messenger: Sister Leliana is not going. She says you have to go. She fears Josephine's feelings will be hurt if you both decline the interlude this week.
* Cullen: (exasperated) Oh, for Andraste's sake! Enough with this 'interlude' business! It's a tea party! Which I simply do not have time for. 
* Messenger: Ah... she's not... happy. She heard you were... scheming. 
* Messenger: Commander Cullen will not be attending this week's interlude. 
* Leliana: (shocked) What? Tell him he must! (businesslike) I can not be distracted at the moment, and I don't want Josephine's feelings hurt. 
* Messenger: He... doesn't have time... for a tea party. 
* Leliana: (annoyed) Stubborn mule. Fine! I will arrange for him to be called away at the last minute. For appearances. 
* Leliana: Why not tell me in person? 
* Messenger: You... make him nervous. (mock-voice) Her eyes stared into my soul.
* Leliana: (amused) He has a soul? 
* Leliana: What is this.
* Messenger: (nervously cheerful) It's... a sketch? From... that boy.
* Leliana: Is that supposed to be a cabbage? 
* Messenger: It... (sighs) might be a rose?
* Messenger: Lady Cassandra asked to see your report on the grand clerics. 
* Leliana: I thought she didn't wanna know what they're discussing. 
* Messenger: She... changed her mind three times. I've finally had to run out of there... 
* Messenger: Lady Cassandra... disagrees with your report on Corypheus. 
* Leliana: Again?! I collected everything I could. There isn't much. 
* Messenger: She's suggested that you send agents to the archive in Cumberland and gave the name 'the Librarian'. 
* Leliana: (sighs, annoyed) I tried that. But we'll try again. 
* Messenger: 'Leliana. The interlude is for us to connect as colleagues and friends lest we lose sight of shared goals in the fog of petty differences. I am deeply (dramatic pause) disappointed.'
* Leliana: (alarmed) She used the word 'disappointed'? Merde!
* Messenger: (dramatically) The Lady Ambassador wields guilt like a knife. 
* Leliana: Are you sure? My information tells me the Warden-Constable was in Val Chevin at the start of the Blight. He advised caution in dealings with Ferelden. 
* Messenger: Shall I ask Blackwall to clarify? 
* Leliana: No, I'll look into it if I have time. 
* Messenger: Solas's most recent notes on the Breach. 
* Leliana: Ah. Much appreciated. 
If Kieran exists
* Messenger: I'm... sorry, my lady. These are from...
* Leliana: What did Morrigan say? 
* Messenger: She scowled, and admitted that Kieran chose the gown. 
* Leliana: (triumphant) I knew it! Red velvet. (amused) The boy has wonderful taste.
* Messenger: Oh... she also said to tell you to stay away from him. You are... 'a bad influence'.
* Leliana: (pleased) Sera. Obviously. Who else would send me frilly underthings by runner? Wait. Are these Josephine's? 
* Messenger: Sister Leliana would prefer if you didn't use Inquisition runners for your pranks. 
* Sera: Could've sworn she used to be fun. Looks it, anyway. 
* Messenger: (conspiratively) She did, however, ask someone to hang the Ambassador's frilly underthings on the bannerpole ont he courtyard. 
* Sera: (delighted laugh) I knew it!
* Leliana: Why would she assume I'm a better source of incendiary liquids than the quartermaster? 
* Messenger: I'm... I'm sure I don't know? 
* Leliana: Tell Sera... no. I will see to it.
* Messenger: (heartfelt relief) Oh... thank you!
* Leliana: Please, could you repeat that? Sera asks for what?
* Messenger: Knives that have other knives along the blade but are actually arrows? She added 'like they used to have she-knows-where'. Terribly sorry... 
* Leliana: No, (amused) no, thank you. I'll take care of it. (sighs) Sera.
* Sera: You did it. 
* Messenger: Yes. (whispers) Please stop asking.
* Sera: (Laughs)
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