Three-Eyes/Dialogue

== Way of the Artificer ==
:*Three-Eyes: You're the Inquisitor, hmm? Honored. Don't ruin it. 
:*Inquisitor: Ruin it?
:*Three-Eyes: By pretending to something you're not. If you want things "just so," what I have to teach will be lost on a fool. Your people asked for an Artificer. My name is Three-Eyes. Let's get started.
(You have my welcome.)
:*Inquisitor: Thanks for coming. Craftsmen are always welcome.
:*Three-Eyes: Enough of that. Treat it like a craft, you're dead.
(All right, let's tinker.)
:*Inquisitor: I'm ready. Let's get tinkering.
:*Three-Eyes: I don't don't tinker. Grandfathers tinker. Peh. 
(No wasting time.)
:*Inquisitor: Right. Straight to business.
:*Three-Eyes: A good first step. More than you know.
:*Three-Eyes: The Artificer builds for battle. We survive through detail and efficiency in equal parts. What some forget is that artifice, not artistry, sets the better snare. Save the soul for a showpiece. You don't want to love your toys so much that you're picking rivets off the field. Makers need some distance. Dignity. 
(What about arms like Bianca?)
:*Inquisitor: Do you make "showpieces" like Varric's crossbow Bianca?
:*Three-Eyes: I know both names.
:*Inquisitor: And?
:*Three-Eyes: He holds it too tightly. Things are things. If a trap saves your life, do you thank it, or your hard work? I don't teach vanity pieces. I show you how to survive.
(Your name is "Three-Eyes"?)
:*Inquisitor: Why are you called "Three-Eyes"?
:*Three-Eyes: Every toy I place is another weakness gone. Another eye to watch the enemy. I can be everywhere on the battlefield. And so can you.
(You mentioned "Makers"?)
:*Inquisitor: You used the term "makers." Why? 
:*Three-Eyes: The Chantry won't teach you this, but it's obvious. The Maker is an Artificer. The first. He crafted His traps, His children, set them loose to do His will. Then turned away. Every battlefield is a world we shape. We decide the landscape, and when we are done, we turn away. Artificers are makers. 
(Why is this a good discipline?) 
:*Inquisitor: What makes this better than other disciplines? 
:*Three-Eyes: Nothing beats the preparation of a good trap. Let a child rush about the field. I know where my enemy is forced to be. That look in their eyes when they know they've lost? It's all the sweeter when they don't even know why. We control. We shape. We command. The fool who fights the Artificer dreads every step.
(Show me what is involved)
:*Inquisitor: I'm ready to start learning. 
:*Three-Eyes: Yopu need tools. And to walk some simple paces. Here are instructions to follow. Your last, so far as I'm concerned. After thism you instruct the course of every fight. If you've the patience.
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After completing the Custom Precision Tools requisition:
:*Three-Eyes: You have your tools. The first of the pieces that you could build with. You've a choice. Do you commit to constructing yourself? Making? There's no splitting focus. 
Commit to the Artificer class specialization: (Yes. I'll become an Artificer.)
:*Inquisitor: I understand, and I have made my choice. I'll do this. 
:*Three-Eyes: Take up your tools, and never let them leave your reach. We have many, many details to study. Welcome to the life you make, Inquisitor.
Category: Dragon Age:_Inquisition_dialogues