Character: Alistair

You know, even More has one good trait. It brings people together so much!

- 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!

Now you can return to ritual mutilations. Oh, wait, today's not Tuesday.

- 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.

- It has become very close with the other Grey Wardens.
- Uh... really? Well, I guess so.
- It's difficult for me to understand. It's weak, whines, and is always laughing.
- I understand you, I would just not work out?
And still trying to be funny. Don't understand how it can be tolerated.
- Well, then maybe you'll ask her why she likes me so much, and stop pestering me?
And talkative. It is difficult to understand why still nobody smashed his head.

I once had a dwarven ale. At first generally thought that they are naselnikam specially poured, into a joke. Proved themselves drink.

They say you can get anything you want. I once got it in the eye.

I'm a kid once locked himself in a cage. It was a good time.

Don't hit me! I'm getting bruises.

This is why I exist. To tell the truth and to make jokes in between.