多利安和黑墙（英）

　　Dorian: A Grey Warden Recruiter. That sounds interesting.
　　Blackwall: It's not easy finding people willing to shoulder such a terrible responsibility.
　　Dorian: Here I thought you poked around prisons, hunting for murderers desperate to escape the noose.
　　Blackwall: That's what you think of the Wardens?
　　Dorian: It's not such a terrible thing. Some of my best friends are murderers.
　　Blackwall: They are men and women, atoning for what they've done by giving of themselves. They fight for people like you. People in silks and velvets. Who talk... and judge.
　　Dorian: Who's judging now?
　　Blackwall: I know your kind.

　　Dorian: What do you know of "my kind", Blackwall?
　　Blackwall: I know that what comes out of your mouth is the same drivel that comes out of theirs.
　　Dorian: It might sound that way to someone who's been clubbed on the head too often.
　　Blackwall: Careful I don't club you on the head.
　　Dorian: That's what I'd expect from your kind.

　　Blackwall: How do you get your hair to do that, Dorian? With magic?
　　Dorian: With proper hygiene and grooming. Maybe all three of you should get acquainted.

　　Dorian: I've often wondered what the average man thinks about mage freedom.
　　Blackwall: If you really cared, you could ask.
　　Blackwall: Oh, but wait. That would involve talking to a dirty commoner like me.
　　Dorian: True. So much for that.

　　Dorian: You caught the eye of a young woman in that last village, Blackwall.
　　Blackwall: I'm sure you're mistaken.
　　Dorian: You're right. She was undoubtedly looking at me.———————
　　Dorian: Any thoughts on this "Herald of Andraste" business, Blackwall?
　　Blackwall: Why?
　　Dorian: Just need to know you're capable of higher thought. For my own comfort.
　　Blackwall: Then you'd be better served giving me a word puzzle.
　　Dorian: You'd do a word puzzle if I gave it to you?
　　Blackwall: Not a chance.

　　Blackwall: Corypheus. One of yours, isn't he?
　　Dorian: One of mine? Like a pet? Like a giant darkspawn hamster with aspirations of godhood?
　　Dorian: 'Dorian, why can't you look after your little friends? Corypheus peed on the carpet again!'
　　Dorian: In this analogy, the carpet is Haven.
　　Blackwall: Is he or is he not a Tevinter Magister?
　　Dorian: Meaning 'the source of everything bad and evil in the world'? They are the same, yes?
　　Blackwall: Certainly feels that way at times.———————
　　Blackwall: It’s interesting watching you, Dorian. The way you carry yourself when you use magic.
　　Dorian: I am very good at the whole magic thing.
　　Blackwall: No, it’s not that. You find joy in it, not shame. And it shows.
　　Dorian: Why be ashamed? Power should be respected, not swept under the carpet.
　　Blackwall: Something we “southerners” need to learn, perhaps?
　　Dorian: Maybe you’re not a complete moron.
　　Blackwall: We were having a moment, and now you’ve ruined it.

　　(If the Inquisitor is in a romance with Blackwall)
　　Blackwall: I understand you were asking about me and the Inquisitor at Skyhold, Dorian.
　　Dorian: Only verifying certain rumors, Big Man. You understand.
　　Blackwall: I'm not certain I do. Why the interest?
　　Dorian: Academic? Future generations will want to know.
　　Blackwall: Leave. It. Be.

　　(If the Inquisitor is in a romance with Dorian)
　　Dorian: I overheard you at the tavern, Blackwall, asking about the Inquisitor and I.
　　Blackwall: I was unsure I'd heard correctly.
　　Dorian: You have a question? Are your whiskers quivering with curiosity?
　　Blackwall: I would not pry into the Inquisitor's business.
　　Dorian: Are you certain? I can draw diagrams.
　　Blackwall: No. Thank you.

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