Amell: Varric Tethras? The Varric Tethras?
Varric: There's only one that I know.
Amell: Maker's Breath! It is you! I am suuuch a huge fan of your books!
Varric: (bows) I am humbled. Gosh, the Hero of Ferelden liking my books!
Amell: Maker! Why haven't you published the next book of Swords and Shields? I've been waiting for years!
Varric: You too?! (sighs) Just go and talk to the Seeker. She has a copy.
Amell: Something tells me that she's not going to part with it any time soon.
Varric: That's true.
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Varric: Hey, Blazy, I've heard that you're an author too.
Amell: I am? Really?
Varric: Didn't you write Lullaby for the Apprentice?
Amell: Ooooh right. That. But I thought that burnt up with the Circle Tower!
Varric: Apparently it's quite popular among younger mages. One of my mage friends had a copy.
Amell: Maker's Breath. Now the shame I've created in my teenage years will last forever.
Varric: I've read a page. I gotta admit, it's pretty hot.
Amell: Please don't tell Leliana.
Varric: She probably already knows.
Amell: Probably.
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Amell: Just a question. Why am I called Blazy?
Varric: You like to set things on fire, no offence. Plus, Sera told me the story.
Amell: What sto- Shit. Really? Sera you idiot.
Dorian: Now you got me all interested. What story?
Amell: Uh… I was infiltrating a noblemen's home when I accidently set myself on fire. Ran around the whole mansion trying not to burn to crisp. I still finished the mission though. I apparently set his whole library alight.
Varric: That's not the story I heard…
Dorian: Now you got me really interested.
Amell: Not that one? Wait, I know. Does it involve oiled nugs?
Varric: Yup.
Amell: That one – all lies.
Varric & Dorian: (disappointed sigh)
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Dorian: So you and Leliana…
Amell: Yes.
Dorian: Do you…?
Amell: Are you asking for details?
Dorian: No. Well, I don't think I am.
Amell: Just to satisfy your curiosity, yes.
Dorian: Hmmm… I must try that out next time.
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Dorian: Is it true that you visited Tevinter Imperium?
Amell: Right in Minrathus, yes. Please don't start speaking to me in Tevene.
Dorian: I won't. But tell me, how did you find Tevinter?
Amell: A country filled with history of blood magic, slaves, racism, grapes and feathers, and general fetish for power? Charming.
Dorian: Surely there was at least one thing that caught your attention.
Amell: Yes! The wine! I feel guilty when I say this, but the "blood of slaves" is a good ingredient for beverages.
Dorian: That sounds about right!
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Dorian: Tell me Amell, how much blood magic do you know?
Amell: Enough to kill someone…
Dorian: That's not much. It's incredibly easy to kill people with blood magic. Or any magic, for that matter.
Amell: …and use their corpse to control darkspawn.
Dorian: Really? If you aren't joking, you may be more dangerous than the entire magisterium!
Amell: That's why you should hope that I am joking.
Dorian: Are you?
Amell: (smiles)
Dorian: Now I am not going to sleep at night.
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Amell: Cole, could you read me? If you don't mind, that is?
Cole: …
Amell: Cole?
Cole: You are too dark. I cannot see.
Amell: Great. No, not great.
Cole: I can read now. You were just thinking about something.
Amell: What is it?
Cole: It's night. She is hurting. Yet she's happy. She wants you to…
Amell: STOP. RIGHT. THERE.
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Cole: She likes honey in her tea too.
Amell: Thanks Cole, but she hates it too.
Cole: But she likes it.
Amell: She gets angry if I give it to her. Apparently it makes her fat.
Cole: I don't understand.
Amell: Neither do I.
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Cole: You're hurt. But you're not hurt. I am confused.
Amell: Please tell me this isn't about my nightly activities.
Cole: You are hurting, more than anyone, but you smile.
Amell: Ah… The way I see it, if I don't smile, than I will have one more thing to be hurt about.
Cole: I understand now.
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Iron Bull: You're a damn good fighter, Amell. I've never seen a mage wield a weapon like you do.
Amell: Must I remind you that I ended the Blight? Oh! My pride!
Iron Bull: (laughes) No. So does that mean you can beat Vivienne with your spirit blade?
Vivienne: I would prefer if we don't fight, my dear.
Amell: I agree. If we do, one of us will turn into an abomination.
Iron Bull: Damn demons always crapping things.
Amell: (whispers) I will win.
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Amell: Hey Bull, do you know of a Qunari called Sten?
Iron Bull: There are many Qunari called Sten.
Amell: Ah yes. I forgot. The expressionless, broody one?
Iron Bull: You're not narrowing things down.
Amell: Umm… big muscles? Tactless humor? White hair?
Iron Bull: You're pretty much giving me the definition of a Qunari.
Amell: Oh! The one without horns! How could I forget!
Iron Bull: The new Arishok? The one who likes cookies?
Amell: That's the one!
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Iron Bull: You're armor is fancy
Amell: No
Iron Bull: I promise to not to damage it!
Amell: No
Iron Bull: I will return it clean!
Amell: No
Iron Bull: How about your belt?
Amell: That, I need for myself.
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Cassandra: Amell, is it true that you are a blood mage?
Amell: Would you like a demonstration? Blood mages can control victims' minds…
Cassandra: Definitely not!
Amell: And there goes my fun for the day.
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Cassandra: Please answer seriously this time. Are you a blood mage?
Amell: Yes. And before you go all crazy, I did receive forgiveness from the Divine herself.
Cassandra: I didn't expect someone like you to turn to blood magic.
Amell: Say that next time you face a dragon. You'll be glad that I did turn to blood magic.
Cassandra: I have faced a dragon before.
Amell: A normal dragon? It didn't have a darkspawn horde around it? Giant spikes? Breathed purple fire? Wasn't causing a Blight? Gee, I envy you.
Cassandra: I get it.
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Amell: Blood magic isn't all bad you know. I can control it.
Cassandra: That may be true, but I would rather not risk the safety of countless others for one mage.
Amell: I respect your views. Still, it's pretty useful, especially in the bedroom.
Cassandra: (raises an eyebrow)
Amell: (laughs) Ask Leliana. No wait, don't ask her.
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Amell: Cassandra, do you have the next chapter of Swords and Shields?
Cassandra: No! Wait… no.
Amell: Oh please! I need to know what happens to the Night Captain. She was falsely accused! Damn it! I need to know!
Cassandra: I completely understand what you are going through.
Amell: Pleeeease?
Cassandra: Fine. You can borrow it back at Skyhold.
Amell: Yes!
Cassandra: I said borrow.
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Blackwall: You're not quite what I expected.
Amell: Hmmm? Really? What did you expect?
Blackwall: I don't know, actually. Someone who's a little less talkative. And with a bit more scars.
Amell: Ah, the 'strong, silent type'.
Blackwall: I guess that's what I had in mind.
Amell: I used to be like that. Barely spoke anything throughout the Blight.
Blackwall: What changed you?
Amell: Leliana.
Blackwall: Fair enough.
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Amell: I knew a different Warden Blackwall.
Blackwall: The real one?
Amell: Hey! You are not a fake. Well, not entirely.
Blackwall: Is that how you see it?
Amell: Definitely. Becoming a Grey Warden isn't difficult. You drink some blood, choke on it, pass out, and ta-da! You're a Warden! But being a Grey Warden is a whole new story. As far as I can see, you've become one a long time ago. A damn good one.
Blackwall: Thank you.
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Amell: How well did you know the other Warden Blackwall?
Blackwall: Not much. I've known him enough to see that his name deserved to live on.
Amell: And the butt chin?
Blackwall: (laughs) So I wasn't he only one who was holding in the laughs!
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Sera: Ewwwh! Was that magic? I bet it was.
Amell: What?
Sera: Your eyes! It was shitty brown but now it's grassy green.
Amell: Niiiice. You caught that! It wasn't magic. It changes when I want to eat something.
Sera: You mages are weird! Or Wardens. Whatever.
Amell: No, no! Wardens are great. I'm just the oddball.
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Amell: Sera? May I please cut your hair? I can't stand it. I'm going to die if I have to see it again.
Sera: Piss off!
Amell: Come on… (flutters eyelashes)
Sera: That sort of shit doesn't work on me you know.
Amell: Well, it works on other girls. Sort of. It's my fault for trying it out on you.
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Amell: Thanks Sera.
Sera: What?
Amell: I like eating spiders you know. Normal-sized ones, I mean.
Sera: Pffft! You're really weird!
Amell: That doesn't have much weight when it comes from you.
Sera: Piss off!
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Vivienne: My dear Amell, you are the Hero of Ferelden, yes? I am honored to meet you.
Amell: The honor is mine, Lady Vivienne. It is your Night Enchanters that inspired my spirit weapons.
Vivienne: If that is true, tell me, my dear. Why do you support the freedom of mages?
Amell: For a few reasons.
Vivienne: Do you mind on elaborating on your last comment?
Amell: Well, let's see. One, I'm a mage. Two, my family was torn to bits thanks to the Circles. Three, my girlfriend was turned into a Tranquil. Four, I've known apostate friends who were slaughtered outright by Templars. Five, I know how the Templars are kept under control by the Chantry. Six, I can use blood magic and everything still seems relatively fine. Seven, I am a philanthropist. Eight, I really don't think Andraste would approve of the Circles.
Vivienne: I see that you have your reasons well laid out.
Amell: Tell me about it.
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Vivienne: I cannot understand how you use blood magic without guilt.
Amell: That's the usual reaction.
Vivienne: Are you not afraid of possible consequences of your actions?
Amell: Magic is like fire. More literally in my case. If you don't know its dangers, you get burnt. But if you do know its dangers, its weaknesses, strengths, characteristics, and even its origins, you can play with it.
Vivienne: And what happens if you make a mistake?
Amell: That's why I have a bucket of water handy.
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Vivienne: Amell, you have mentioned a bucket of water before.
Amell: THAT one was by Sera, not me.
Vivienne: Pardon? Oh no, I am not talking about the one that fell on me. I was referring to our conversation about magic earlier.
Amell: Ah right. That. What of it?
Vivienne: What is your bucket of water exactly?
Amell: If I told you that it's a crazy cocktail made of darkspawn Taint, an ancient artefact, couple of demons, years of training, and power rivalling ancient Tevinter Magisters, would you believe me?
Vivienne: Don't be absurd.
Amell: (sarcastically) That's exactly the reason why Orlesians are so good at playing the Game.
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Amell: Hey Varric, may I ask you a favor?
Varric: As long as you pay me two sovereigns. You still owe me that from our last game at Wicked Grace.
Amell: True. And you owe two and a half to Leliana from that bet.
Varric: Damn. I was hoping she'd forget about that. Alright, what is it?
Amell: I want to publish a book. Could you introduce me to a publisher?
Varric: Really? That's interesting. Now you and Leliana both owe me two sovereigns.