Character: Sir

- These are your masters - they are all like Cohibas?
Not quite. Luminary a one of a kind. The original creature of the night, as it turned out.
- I mean, they're all crazy? Want to be gods? "MUA-ha-ha-ha"! Such?
- You mean it. No, not all, but enough.
- And you haven't killed them? Why?
- And still come new. The "stars" are not born, they become.

You gotta be kidding me not as tevinters.
- What needs to laugh tevinters?
It is cruel and stupid, something like that... [Guffaws.]
- Oh, no. So to not laugh, while a diploma of master of not getting it.
- I knew it! He lost me with gold.

- Do me a favor, Dorian? Let me know if you're going to surrender to the demons and stuff.
And how do you imagine it? I go down the road and - BAM! daemon. "Let him that is..." No, of course this can happen with all my experience... But you can accidentally poke in the eye with an arrow.
- It will warn or not?
- I will, of course. But only a great friendship.

- Shouldn't you talk funny? Why your stories are boring?
You know, I would be offended if I didn't know that "boring" in your understanding is "made of words".

- Are you afraid of magic, Sir? For me it is just as common a gift as you are to your bow. After all, there's nothing wrong with a properly used tool.
Tell that to all the "proper" mages who shake their instruments in front of decent people!
- What a picture.
- Coreplus? His "tool" you are satisfied?
- You cannot mean... No, I better not continue.
- Okay, look, let you have a gift, and I do not only do not stick it where it doesn't belong, huh?

Dwarves - freaks.
- I agree.
- You've ruined everything!

- I live Garnache, right?
- I? You even talking about?..
You're sleeping on silk? And all sorts of shit covered in gold? You're rich!
- I gave all that up. Although the Golden shit from time to time miss.
- What, however, refused? Know that you're not so bad.

- Where do you get the arrows, Sir? You have hundreds of them.
- You ass, that's why.
- Should have me in the ass to set up shop. Lucrative trade.