“I fall off horses," he explained to Loghain with a sickly grin. "It's this thing I do.”

“I fall off horses," he explained to Loghain with a sickly grin. "It's this thing I do.”

“And the person who says that the only way to please them is to restrict options for others is, if you ask me, the one who deserves it least. And that’s my opinion, expressed as politely as possible.”

“We all go through our entire lives not knowing. Wondering. Trying.Untile we sleep.”

“Tell yourself the stories you need to tell. But don't be fooled by them. Never live your own lies.”

“That's the claim. The Arl and the Prince, both killed at West Hill." she glanced at Maric, crooking one corner of her mouth in grim amusement. "Apparently your body was not distinguishable from those of regular Fereldan men and thus couldn't be found, according to the usurper.""Well that's just rude.”

“Loghain shook his head in disbelief. "Maker's breath, man, aren't you suppose to have some dignity? Somewhere?""Me? Dignity?""Being the supposed future King and such.""I think Rowan took my dignity."She snorted derisively, folding her arms. "There was nothing else worth having.”

“I fall off horses," he explained to Loghain with a sickly grin. "It's this thing I do.”