There's power in stories, though. That's all history is: the best tales. The ones that last. Might as well be mine.
—Varric explains the whole game
Merrill: How do you do it - living in this city without picking a side? Doesn't it matter to you? Varric: Of course it does. That's why I don't take sides. Merrill: That doesn't make any sense. Varric: I've got you and Aveline, Fenris and Anders, Hawke, Isabela. I've got friends in the Circle and drinking buddies in the Templars. All of them matter. Merrill: But you're going to fight - if it comes to that, I mean?
Varric: I fought my own brother, Daisy. Nobody said this was going to be a happy story.
—Party banter
Hawke: So what now? You aren’t just going to leave, are you?
Tallis: You think I would fit into your merry entourage?
Isabela: Let’s see… are you possessed? Consorting with demons? A pathological liar?
Aveline: I am none of those things.
Isabela: Can you run five miles carrying a cow over your head?
Aveline: That’s better.
Tallis: I have six toes on my left foot.
