《龙腾世纪：审判》多利安与全队友中文对话一览

多利安和瓦里克（英）

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

Varric: I could ask the same thing of a pampered noble Tevinter.

Dorian: You can't call me pampered! Nobody peeled a grape for me in weeks!

Varric: Talk to Josephine. She can arrange something.

Dorian: So what's your estimation, Varric? Think we could win?

Varric: You aren't asking me to give odds on our beloved Inquisitor's success?

Dorian: What would that look like? Three to one? (Laughs.)

Varric: In his/her favor?

Dorian: After Corypheus pulled an archdemon out of his ass, are you joking?

Inquisitor: You would actually bet against me?

Dorian: Now now, if I weren't here, it'd be five to one at least.

(or)

Inquisitor: I'll take those odds.

Dorian: See, here is a chance to prove your confidence Varric.

(or)

Inquisitor: Enough, both of you!

Varric: I agree. So morally reprehensible to bet against your own side.

Dorian: (grunts.) I am a bad man. (aside to Varric) We'll talk later.

Dorian: Varric, I want a new nickname.

Varric: What's wrong with sparkler? Not colorful enough for you?

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

Varric: I have the eyes of a story teller. It's a gift.

Dorian: 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.

Varric: See? Embrace your place in the universe, Sparkler.

Dorian: I'm very sorry about Hawke, Varric.

Varric: Yeah, well... what can you do.

Dorian: Does he have any family, or...

Varric: I've had to write some letters. Let's not talk about it.

Varric: How are you feeling about that bet now, Sparkler?

Dorian: Still good actually.

Varric: You're crazy! We're beating Corypheus everytime we turn around. He's on the run!

Dorian: We're beating his minions, my hirsute little friend. Not the same thing. Besides, the moment we beat Corypheus into the sand, I'll be more than happy to pay up.

Varric: Heh, if he crunches us, you'll be dead.

Dorian: That will make it hard to spend my winnings, true.

Varric: Should you be married off right now, Sparkler? Little magelets running amok.

Dorian: If my family had their way.

Varric: Had someone lined up for you, huh?

Dorian: Livia Herathinos. Bright girl, hourglass figure, wicked tongue. Relieved I'm gone, I expect.

Varric: Sounds like you two would have made a happy couple.

Dorian: Oh yes. Trading coy insults at every party would have been a delight.

Varric: What do you think, Sparkler. Ten royals says the next thing we run into farts fire.

Dorian: I'll take that bet. I win either way.

Dorian: Alright, never let it be said I don't pay my debts. Here you are, five royals.

Varric: I tried to warn you.

Dorian: I had no idea nugs possess such creepy little feet. Stuff of nightmares.

Dorian: You know, Varric, I went to Kirkwall once.

Varric: Yeah?

Dorian: Bit of a shithole.

Varric: Yeah...

Varric: Planning on settling that fifteen crowns debt anytime soon, Sparkler?

Dorian: And if I don't? Do you have tiny enforcers come strip me of my holdings?

Varric: No, I don't know, I suppose I could always send a letter to your family.

Dorian: The dwarf plays dirty! Alright, alright, you win. This time.

Varric: I see you eyeing Bianca, Sparkler. Hands to yourself.

Dorian: I would't worry, she's not my type.

Varric: Huh. And here I thought you're a man of refined taste.

Dorian: For fine wine and literature, Varric. Not for... whatever that contraption is.

Varric: Contraption!? Don't listen to him, sweetheart. His people are vilified for a reason.

Dorian: So Varric, are you and Cassandra... ?

Varric: What? No! Why would you even ask that?

Dorian: Truly? Bizarre.

Cassandra: I'm right here!

Varric: Just because two people dislike each other doesn't mean they're about to kiss, Sparkler.

Dorian: Not according to your books.

Varric: Don't mistake me for that hack who wrote Hard in Hightown II. I can spell.

Varric: So, Sparkler, what do you think of the Inquisition so far?

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

Varric: Twenty royals says you'll see something weirder before the day's out.

Dorian: I don't think I should take that bet.

Varric: I got to ask, does any of this shit make sense to you?

Dorian: To me? Are you referring to the giant hole in the sky? Or the creature out of chantry cautionary tale who wants to be a god?

Varric: Either, I'm feeling generous.

Dorian: What's the problem? Someone shows up, tears the place apart, declares himself a king? That's half of history.

Varric: Corypheus is that terrifying drunk nobody'll ask to leave?

Dorian: Even after he puts a hole in the ceiling. Terribly common.

Dorian: You owe me twenty royals, Varric. I'd like them paid in candied dates.

Varric: I haven't lost that wager yet.

Dorian: You said we'd be ass-deep in trouble. This is more like knee-high.

Varric: I didn't specify who's ass, did I?

Dorian: Leave it to a dwarf, always lowering the bar.

Dorian: Varric, when you were at the Winter Palace, did you meet Celene's handmaidens?

Varric: The ones that finish each other's sentences? Yes I did.

Dorian: They were asking me about you. Personal things.

Varric: Err... how personal?

Dorian: Something about your chest hair, and whether you were currently... involved with anyone.

Varric: Huh, creepy.

Dorian: So these books you write, Varric... who actually reads them?

Varric: Why, anyone with some taste and a lust for adventure.

Dorian: That's a lot of people? Do the southern masses even know how to read?

Varric: (sighs.) Such an elitist.

Dorian: Yes? I left my homeland, Varric, I didn't up and turn peasant.

Dorian: I'd assumed you'd go up to Weisshaupt with Hawke, Varric.

Varric: Still business to deal with here, don't you think?

Dorian: You should be thankful. I've been to Weisshaupt. It's not good. Carved into a mountain, cold, dour, everyone so bloody serious they can't take a piss... you wouldn't like it.

Varric: Hawke would be there.

Dorian: And s/he is quite the ray of sunshine, that's true.

Dorian: Varric, did I hear this right? You met Corypheus before?

Varric: We didn't have tea and crumpets, Sparkler. I was there when he woke up.

Dorian: And he said, what? "Hello, I'm one of the magisters who broke into the Black City. Pleased to meet you!"

Varric: More like (clear throats) "Argh, I'm a darkspawn! Dumat! Dumat!" Then Hawke killed him.

Dorian: Not very well, it appears.

Varric: Tell me about it.

Varric: So I hear you're kind of the black sheep in your family, Sparkler.

Dorian: Where does that saying come from? I'm not a sheep. No one in my family could be described a "sheep".

Varric: I'm just saying, you and I have... something in common.

Dorian: Goodness, I had no idea.

Varric: Okay, not that much in common.

Dorian: Come on just answer the question, Varric

Varric: My mother didn't raise any morons, Sparkler, I won't touch that one.

Dorian: You must have an opinion. And you're a dwarf! Completely unbiased!

Varric: There's no way I'm answering "which inquisition mage is the best-dressed." Not for all the gold in Orzammar.

Vivienne: Also, the answer is obvious.

Varric: So you're not in the magisterium?

Dorian: For the last time: Not everyone in the Imperium is a magister.

Varric: But they do pretty much hand out seats like they're candy.

Dorian: Yes, but it's that black licorice candy with salt on it, not the good kind.

Dorian: Care to play another game of cards when we get ack to Skyhold, Varric?

Varric: Not if it's with your crazy Tevinter rules.

Dorian: Now, now, nobody ever died from those. Lately.

Dorian: Varric, you've seen this "red lyrium" before, yes?

Varric: Wish I hadn't.

Dorian: Do you know if a mage could access its power?

Varric: Don't go there, Sparkler. Don't wonder if it's useful. Don't even think about it.

Varric: Just stay far away, and hope none of it gets to your stupider back home.