COUSLAND: So… you're a Warden?

BLACKWALL: Ah… yes, Warden-Commander.

COUSLAND: Call me Cousland, or Jenna. It's hard to shout my title during a life-threatening situation.

BLACKWALL: Indeed, Lady Cousland. I am… a Warden.

COUSLAND: I see. I asked because you… feel different…

BLACKWALL: "Feel different"?

COUSLAND: Oh… that sounded wrong. Never mind.

COUSLAND: So, I just want to ask… what is it with Wardens and facial hair?

BLACKWALL: Pardon?

COUSLAND: My mentor… the one who did my Joining, Duncan… he had a lot of facial hair, too. If you tied up your hair, you'd look just like him. Are all Wardens like that?

BLACKWALL: (chuckles) If I remember correctly, Lady Cousland, your Warden-King has very little facial hair.

COUSLAND: He does. But only because I tell him to shave.

BLACKWALL: So, Lady Cousland, how does it feel to be in a ball with Empress Celene?

COUSLAND: It was a headache. Thank the Maker I left that life behind.

BLACKWALL: Not a big fan of Orlesian parties, I assume?

COUSLAND: More like not a fan of puffy skirts.

COUSLAND: So, humor me, Blackwall… What were you before you were a Warden?

BLACKWALL: And this question is relevant because?

COUSLAND: I'm sure you are aware of the rumor that we Wardens are nothing more than thieves, murderers and criminals that end up fighting darkspawn for the sake of Thedas.

BLACKWALL: (chuckles) Yes, I am quite aware of that rumor.

COUSLAND: So, which are you?

BLACKWALL: In truth? A man betrayed. The same as you.

COUSLAND: I… see.

COUSLAND: Blood magic, corruption and Archdemons… Maker's breath.

BLACKWALL: Are you alright, Lady Cousland?

COUSLAND: No, I'm not. Somebody revive Clarel for me so I can kill her again.

BLACKWALL: (laugh) As much as I would like to see that again, I suggest we focus on that giant Archdemon instead.

COUSLAND: Again? Honestly, one Archdemon is enough to last me for a lifetime.

COUSLAND: You are a liar and a murderer.

BLACKWALL: Yes, I am.

COUSLAND: You killed children.

BLACKWALL: Yes.

COUSLAND: And you owe me a drink.

BLACKWALL: Ye… what?

COUSLAND: I've read the report. Even if you are all that, the real Blackwall still wanted to recruit you. He believes that there is still honor and valiance within you. And I agree. When this battle ends, I will accompany you to Weisshupt for the Joining, if you prefer.

BLACKWALL: I… thank you, Lady Cousland.

COUSLAND: It was hard, wasn't it?

BLACKWALL: What is?

COUSLAND: Everything falling apart in your life just because some noble got greedy.

BLACKWALL: Yes. It was. But if I'm not mistaken, you were a noble once.

COUSLAND: I was, but it was my brother Fergus who would've inherited our lands, not me.

BLACKWALL: And what would've happened to you, then?

COUSLAND: If the Blight didn't happen? I'd probably be betrothed to some other noble's son.

BLACKWALL: And instead you went and became Queen of Ferelden.

COUSLAND: *laughs* Funny how the world works eh?

BLACKWALL: *groans*

COUSLAND: You okay, Blackwall?

BLACKWALL: Yes, just peachy. I guess I underestimated you. You're a quick little thing.

COUSLAND: I am. But it'll help big men like you to know your weaknesses. Spar again later?

BLACKWALL: Give me a day or two. My bruises hadn't healed yet.

COUSLAND: Aw… did I gave widdle Thommie a boo-boo?

BLACKWALL: *chuckles but groans again* Don't push it, girlie.

BLACKWALL: I find it difficult that you were able to kill an Archdemon with just your bow and arrow, Lady Cousland.

COUSLAND: I'm sure half of Thedas has the same sentiment, Blackwall.

BLACKWALL: Did you take up a sword to deal the final blow?

COUSLAND: Yes, I did.

BLACKWALL: I see. Forgive me, your tale is not as clear as that of the Champion of Kirkwall's.

COUSLAND: That's because I didn't have someone like Varric with me. If I did, I bet my story would be a lot more exciting.

BLACKWALL: *chuckles* The dwarf is prone to exaggeration, I admit.

COUSLAND: You know, Blackwall, you remind me of my husband.

BLACKWALL: Really now?

COUSLAND: Gallant, brave… with the resolve to save the world if needed. If I had met you sooner, perhaps I would've have ended with you instead of him.

BLACKWALL: You flatter me, Lady Cousland. And perhaps if I had met you sooner, I would've ended with you as well.

COUSLAND: Why, you flirty man, you.

BLACKWALL: *laughs*

BLACKWALL: Lady Cousland, am I to understand that your arrows have Dawnstone heads?

COUSLAND: Yes, they do.

BLACKWALL: But aren't they brittle? They might shatter if you hit metal.

COUSLAND: Well, they look cute, for one thing.

BLACKWALL: It's pink.

COUSLAND: It's pretty.

BLACKWALL: You've been hanging around with Iron Bull way too much.

COUSLAND: Hey, Blackwall, do you think you could make something for me?

BLACKWALL: What specifically, My Lady?

COUSLAND: A rocking horse, like the one you were making in the barn.

BLACKWALL: For what? Do you have children?

COUSLAND: Alistair and I are both Wardens, it is near impossible for us to have children. But the rocking horse might serve as… incentive. To try.

BLACKWALL: I do not want to get into the details, but sure, I'll make one for you.

COUSLAND: Thank you.

BLACKWALL: Lady Cousland, if I may ask… the first time we met, you said I "felt" different.

COUSLAND: Indeed.

BLACKWALL: Is that because of the Joining?

COUSLAND: Yes. Wardens are required to undergo the Joining, there are no exceptions. If you do not do it, you would not be able to acquire the skills to be a true Warden.

BLACKWALL: I see. But what is it, exactly? A ritual? A vigil?

COUSLAND: You… will find out soon enough.

BLACKWALL: Well, that sounds foreboding.