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Ellana: You know, it might not be all bad if you learned about some ‘elfy’ things.
Sera: pft, says you.
Ellana: well I suppose if you don’t want to learn how to use felandaris and Halla horn to make itching powder, that’s your decision.
Sera: wait, what? You’re joking, right?
Ellana: I guess you’ll never know.
Sera: so… about that itching powder. Were you just pullin’ my tits or were you serious?
Ellana: [laughs] You wouldn’t ask that if you’d seen Harhen Ethelan nearly squirm out of his trousers for a week after an angry da’len poured a whole batch of it into their underthings.
Sera: What? Really? It’s that good?
Ellana: Terisin wasn’t allowed of out Hahren Ethelan’s sight for a month once he figured out who did it. Never seen the old man so mad in my life.
Ellana: I could show you how to make it sometime.
Sera: You swear it’s good as you say?
Ellana: I swear on Andraste’s tits.
Sera: [giggles] well alright then.
Sera: Hey Quizzy, you might not want to bump bits with Mr. Elfy for a bit.
Ellana: Excuse me?
Sera: Just a warning. He may be a bit. Grumpy. Well, more than usual.
Ellana: Sera, what did you do?
Sera: Well I had to test your halla dust on somebody, didn’t I?
Ellana: [laughs] Just warn me before , next time?
Blackwall: You look mighty uncomfortable there, Solas.
Solas: It is nothing.
Blackwall: Are you certain? Seems like some ants have crawled up your trousers. I’m sure the Lady Inquisitor wouldn’t mind helping you find some ointment for that.
Solas: That will not be necessary. And I would appreciate no further comments on the matter.
Blackwall: Only trying to help.
Solas: Sera, I was thinking. It is not unheard of for magic to manifest later in life. And often a mage’s magical talent comes to them during a great time of stress. It’s possible if you are frightened enough during battle, you may yet come into magic.
Sera: Andraste’s ass, what would you say that for?
Solas: Does it not interest you at all? The things you could accomplish were you more connected to the Fade? The things you might experience? All a mere fireball away?
Sera: Get off. You’re pulling my leg.
Solas: And why would I do that? It is not as if I would have motivation to make you uncomfortable.
Sera: [pause] It’s Quizzy’s fault!
Ellana: Sera!
Solas: Vhenan, the itching powder was your idea?
Ellana: I just gave her the recipe! I didn’t know she was going to- Well. I probably could have guessed. [laughs] I’m sorry, Ma lath.
Solas: [sighs]