Dorian Pavus

Scissors, Sera. I believe the word you’re looking for is scissors.

I am a bad man.

It's certainly interesting. An archdemon attacking me, that's a first.

I will never understand why Qunari warriors spend half their time running around bare-chested.

What's a deshyr from the Merchant's Guild doing in the middle of a battle against ancient evils?

Rather like inviting someone into your house and they walk off with the silverware!

I won't say you're lucky, because that's not true, but there are days...

So, I'm a bit of light you stick in a window sill to impress passersby? All flash, no heat? Hmm... that's actually pretty clever.

You must know me better now. Or does the moniker you gave me five minutes after we met still apply?

What do you mean you want to hire a painter? I'm all the art you need!

The Inquisition is seen as an authority. You've given southern mages license to… well, be like mages back home.

Why, Cassandra, I've never seen you smile so much!

Why is it always so cold? How do you southerners stand it?

We're going to get lost and starve to death, aren't we. A glorious end for the Inquisition.

I am a bad man.

Look at this profile. Isn't it incredible? I picture it in marble.

No, that outfit is sorry. What are you supposed to be? Some kind of woodsman?

Oh, look—a dragon. What a perfect way to ruin our day.

If it's all the same to you, I'd like to stay and help the Inquisition.

Hate to see you go, but love to watch you leave. Because of your butt.