If I am chosen, then I pray it is the Maker's will and not ambition that guides me there.

Why are you looking at me like that, Dorian?

Wearing ball gowns and painted masks? Decking myself in jewels and curtsying to suitors?

I am not a giddy school girl, Dorian.

Another time, then.

I don't really know Ferelden that well.

Do you actually see me playing the game, Vivienne?

How do you write as you do, Varric? I can never find the proper words.

I don't wear underpants.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I... have no "conquest".

Perhaps this would be a good time to stop talking.

I still my mind and focus my thoughts on the Maker. I ask for His guidance. I ask to be reforged into an instrument of His will.

No one has ever accused me of reinforcing reality before.

Sera, why would you assume that I should use my training to assault an animal?

I owe it to myself and all of Thedas to seek the Sunburst Throne.

I still don't understand why Drakes take that hand.

I have them stitched into all my clothes.

We need strong, righteous warriors-now more than ever.

Now I am thinking about something else. Can you guess?