elf slaves

  • Garret: You're not going back into the fight, Marian. Your injuries from the Arishok are far to severe
  • Marian: Tis but a scratch
  • Garret: A scratch? You're arms off!
  • Marian: No it isn't!
  • Garret: Then what's that, then?
  • Marian looking at her arm: It's just a flesh wound.
  • Garret: Marian
  • Marian: Garret
  • Garret: Varric, tell me you're not on board with this?
  • Varric: One winged Hawke mercenary services does have a nice ring to it...
  • Garret: Fenris, please. You know how heavy her sword is.
  • Fenris: True, but most elf slaves aren't terribly strong. I was probably not more than a tooth pick when I got these inscriptions, and considering your sisters finer form...
  • Garret: I don't believe this. Marian, you're not-
  • Marian: Too late. Varric? Fenris? Escape maneuver twenty.
  • Garret after Marian escapes in a cloud of smoke: Our brother died for this.