Character: Ogren

- Why do you want to become Grey Wardens? To have something to say, drunk?
I can't even believe you survived the Initiation.
- What, really drunk and made a bet for a beer? Right?
- Your skull with the first blow will break. Argue?
- Oh and I bet I can drink you under the table and not slide under the table?
- You bet!

Did you hear that? Me mother always said not to mess with those who have a pile taller than you!

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

- M-m... Mage, then... Well, what's it like to be a magician?
- Know what power gathered at the tips of your fingers?
- No. Everywhere in the skirt. Hehe!
Oh, so you, therefore, don't know why mages wear robes? You know what the Circle of strict rules? Of course I know. So. In robes much easier to make out in a dark corner. No buttons, no laces. No time for the temple to grab a couple, and the deed is already done.
- Really?
- Yes, just ask anybody.

- What?
- Made out with the boss?!
- I don't know...
Grass, they say, crushed?
What do you mean?!
- Frolic, if you want.
What are you talking about?!
Bounce lying, traveled on a two-legged horse, played in the beast with two backs?!
You're now up to?
- No, a lifetime to collect...

You know your husband? Now he was dead.