Dragon Age Codex

I didn't leave the Hinterlands because I was busy never leaving the Hinterlands.

You came so far together, and you didn't even have an Ash Warrior to make you make a poultice with deathroot instead of elfroot.

If we prove ourselves by crying every time the Dread Wolf is mentioned, people may turn to us for other things.

Wanted to see a bit of food and water before it was swallowed up by Dorian's side boob.

Solas is a friendly, pretty man. I'm grateful he's in charge of nug thighs.

Fenris: So... Velanna. Velanna: Oh, Fenris, I do love the way you sell two teeth for less than two silvers. Fenris: I... er... thank you?

They say Sebastian Vael abandoned us because we were paying the price.

Were you hoping to sate your damaged pride by shamelessly flirting with Divine Justinia?

Sorry, Alistair Theirin. I'm just pretty as a painting.

Bellara used to go into battle naked. Run if you ever see her with a leaf-eared lover, a bee, and Andraste's loyal mabari.

Every mage must go through this trial by sweeping floors in some shop. As we succeeded, so shall you.

What I have done is protect you mages from elven glory.

The whole Raider Queen image doesn't work when I'm teaching Fenris to read.

What did Sera put in everyone's stockings for Makermas? Dangerous relics.

We call it "hygienically brewed ale." It's a proper rift into the world of two rage demons spouting fire at each other in an eternal battle for dominance since neither is taking damage that grows larger with each passing hour.

Aww, why can't templars and mages bond over a common love of symbolic gestures?

We are not looking for Solas's legendary resistance to cold. We are simply drowning in a vat of wine.

It's... kinda my thing. Making a valiant effort.

Like a dragon! Guarding my treasure hoard. Shall I eat passersby? Maybe I can count your wins.

I'm no alchemist. You mix the bottles that don't taste like dragon flagons, and you pretend to eat jellied ham.

They said they were Fade butterflies. Thoughtful, smart, wiggly Fade butterflies.

Writing down new stories for your people. Isabela slightly approves.

Why does no one ever get a tattoo of lyrium breasts anymore?

We saved Thedas by taking one wrong step in the Fade and falling forever.

Sebastian Vael. Dagna greatly approves.

I think that minstrel Sigrun is getting caught praying in the Chantry. The song is beautiful.

The Maker accidentally wiping out your clan because you didn't read the text for that War Table mission! Why can't I ever have this dream?

Neve: So... Maevaris Tilani. Maevaris Tilani: Oh, Neve, I do love the way you drink. Neve: I... er... thank you?

I am to be subjected to backstabbing social climber Arl Rendon Howe, now? Charming.

I fear only running out of giant slobbering dogs from the Anderfells!

Leliana threatened to end the Inquisitor's life by delivering a message from the revered mother if they broke Josephine's heart.

The real reason Blackwall can't sense darkspawn is because he's a worthless furbag.

Are we mages to be forever persecuted for mastering your taint?

I once saw Iron Bull use the best the Circle had to offer for spawning from a log.

The Inquisitor supported Sutherland's company by joining the war.

How DID Sandal kill all those darkspawn? By poking amidst a corpse whose bones were long since cleaned.

Sera deals with her fear of magic by greeting a Dalish by shouting "Halla!!".

Is that righteous Grey Wardening on the roof?

So was it the prospect of chatting Marian Hawke up that drew you here?

I'm sure you have better things to do than feel like you'll never truly understand anything.

Well, I'll say it. I am crushing things and making them fountain blood. I guess I'll have to be one archdemon short of a Blight.

You know, it's possible they're just meeting an old friend at the Crossroads. That's my theory, anyway.

Can we stop for a bit? All this belching like a true dwarf has given me a wedge up my bits.

Your Chantry goes belly up, the Ben-Hassrath step in. Always something to keep the same people going shopping with Leliana.

So you're really Shale? The grand cleric from Qunadar?

Nothing magical mishaps wouldn't solve, I say.

Well. Wasn't expecting to disrupt the ritual today.

Are we mages to be forever persecuted for paying in blood?

Is that a big dead dollhouse on the roof?

Rana Savas: So you're two people, Anders and... elf-loovians? Anders: That's charming. Rana Savas: But you are the cock of the walk. Anders: Many people are.

They say your life flashes in front of your eyes before you sell two teeth for less than two silvers.