Varric: Would You Stab Your Best Friend In The Leg For 10 Million Gold?

varric: would you stab your best friend in the leg for 10 million gold?

hawke: sure, you stab me, my leg gets better, we buy a big-ass house.

inquisitor: and if you stab me too, we’ll have 20 million.

sera: i’m in.

solas: ...

inquisitor: am i in trouble?

cassandra: take a guess.

inquisitor: no?

cassandra: take another guess.

hawke: so, what’s for dinner?

anders, staring at the food he just burnt: regret.

sten: *screams*

warden: *screams louder to assert dominance*

alistair: should we... do something...?

morrigan: don’t you dare, i want to see who wins this time.

*the warden and alistair sitting in fort drakon together*

alistair: so, who should we wait for?

warden: i’d wait for sten, but i feel safer in this cell.

cassandra: maker, give me patience.

inquisitor: i think you meant give me strength.

cassandra: if the maker gave me strength, you’d be choking.

inquisitor: uh, that’s quite kinky.

cassandra: ...

inquisitor: i like it.