Game: Dragon Age: Origins. Page 1

- I wonder if Andraste will fit on the back, who do you think will win?
- Arhidemon, of course!
But Andraste could call on the Maker!
- It would be cheating. You seriously don't think Andraste will be to cheat?
- Well, husband-then her she cheated...

- What do we do if there arhidemon?
- We will aldelaema, that's what.

- I conceived a cunning plan to get around them all and a secret to tell all the bad things that you have expressed. Then they rebel, and I become the leader of the group! Ha-ha-ha-ha!!
- If you want to command a squad, just tell me.
What? To command? I? No, no command. When I become a commander, things go awry: we lose the road, people are dying, and in the end I find myself somewhere on the rocks and no pants.

- Alistair, can I have a word?
- Of course, anything for my favorite mage. (Of course, anything for my second-favourite magician).
- It seems to me that you and our brave commander have recently become inseparable. Can be said to have fused.
Is slightly exaggerated, don't you think?
- Well, now, when you get so close, you should finally find out how actually babies come from.
- Excuse me?!
- You know, the Church says that the man sees his children in a dream, then the good spirits fisymat them out of the Shadows and leave in his hands. But that's not true. In fact, this is what happens when a boy and a girl deeply in love with each other...
I swear that flaming sword of Andraste, I already know where babies come from.
- Really? In fact, you know?
At least, I hope I do.
- Aah... all right then. Ay-ay-ay, as you blushed. How cute.
- You did that on purpose?
- Oh Alistair, why would I do that?
- Yes, because you're aggressive, a perpetual mask of a fragile old woman, I'm not kidding. I'll now show.

- Here. The last thing is not enough.
- It's been a long day. You have such bags under my eyes, which I dare say, you look no younger than me.
- And I, with your permission, my lady, say you look younger every day.
- My boy, be careful who you are flirting. Here will Wake up tomorrow with me in an embrace - and again, I will remind you of your grandmother...
You in an embrace?
- Yes, you heard right. I, you know, is no stranger to waking up in the arms of young men.
- Are all women with age become so mean and whores?
- Not all my joy, not all. Only I.

Flatter - not an easy job, but someone has to do it.

So you better listen to me, because if I fall before the deadline and you'll mess it up, I will rise from obscurity to you a good lecture.

However, it is impossible to force to wait. And then he will be offended, will roll all plague and go home.

Men are always ready to believe the woman first, weak and, second, favor them.

Interestingly, and fereldens monarchy need of an assassin? Hmm, maybe I should ask, or should not...

Say Hello to arhidemona. He had ceased to write to me, and it's so upsetting.

You know, the best thing about kings? They will not remain without work. Or they bought, or their.

As my teacher, "look back only to wait in the bedroom."

I know how to do everything: from killing to Curling hair.