Character: Winn

- Why are you smiling? You're a suspicious, just a cat that ate the pigeon.
- A Canary!
What?
- I look just the cat that ate the Canary.
- I was once a very large cat, but I'm not about that. I mean, why are you so grin.
- You looked at her! And I must say with great interest. Or rather you were... absolutely blown away!
- She's our commander. I'm always waiting for her orders.
- Aah... you know. And what the order read in the swaying of the hips?
- No, no, no! I wasn't looking at... you know... on her lower back.
- Of course.
- I watched... well, maybe a couple of times I looked in the wrong direction. But I'm not staring! And even nothing at all seen!
- Of course!
- You are bad! I hate you so much!

- You know winn... in my Antive remained a friend who would be happy to meet you.
- I beg your pardon?
Of salvail prefer Mature experienced women. He says they're more lush, more vigorous and juicy.
And that's what I am?
- Oh, yeah. What's the use to deny, Zevran able to recognize first-class bird.
I'm not a bird!
But, in the end, you do not need to resist the temptation to flirt with a man? Now you may make excuses, but I assure you, Salvail Mr. wealthy and quite pretty.
I'm going out. Quietly. Very quiet. That you didn't have to writhe in pain, when your brain itself will climb out of your ears.

- 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.

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.

- Lisil, you must stop this! - she cried imploringly. Her round face was one of outright horror. - We cannot allow magier burned corpses in the street.
Magier, said lisil, never admit it, but deep down she loves to make a dramatic presentation. Its angry that these creatures lived quietly in the wealthy quarter, and their prosperous neighbors did not know, and perhaps did not want to know what's going on in their backyard. Well, now we save them from complacency.

I think you should know that murder is wrong.
- I'm sorry... are you talking to me?
- So you wanted to break up with Crows. Remorse.
- Yes, it is.
- Joke if you want, but I feel that deep down you regret that did the same thing.
- Right. I'm sorry about all this.
- Well, what is this eternal childhood? Do you at least once can't talk seriously?
- I know. I'm ugly and that makes me sad. You can cuddle up to your chest? I want to cry.
- Sure, you can cry and not on my chest.
- I told you I'm an orphan? I never saw my mother again.
- Oh-Ho-Ho... give up.

- I heard about... what happened and... I don't know what to say. But I feel that to say something is necessary. Maybe regret?
- I don't need sympathy, so don't feel obligated to comfort me. Leliana, we all know that we die. So, what's the difference?
- Because... because before?
Really? I may die in a year or tomorrow, from the arrows of robber, plunged in the heart. I don't know. The constant fear of death robs the joy of everything, first and foremost, life. Don't worry about me, and about yourself. Death takes us when he thinks, and until we are alive, truly alive.

Love is immensely selfish. She requires a loving devoted himself to one person, the one who will fill his whole mind and heart, and rend from them all the rest.